Page 41 of The Gamma's Second Chance

Her thighs shake, and her hands fly wildly, roaming her body and searching for something to hold on to, her vocalizations echoing in my entryway. Her hips grind her pussy harder against my mouth, and I groan, pumping my finger in and out of her in time with the gyrations of her hips and the movements of my lips. I close my eyes at her taste, at the feel of her fucking my face, and I grip her leg so tight, I’m sure there will be bruises there when we’re finished.

Bruises that mark her as mine.

Mine.

Mine for however long she’s here, for however long she’s willing to give me. I don’t care if she’s leaving in a few months. There’s no denying it any longer.

I want her.

No, Ineedher.

I need her in my arms. I need her sweaty, shaking, and screaming my name as she falls apart around my cock.

I need all of her.

“Cassandra…” Her name leaves my lips like the lyrics of a hymn, and I gaze up at her from my knees as I worship her body with my mouth, my hands, and my tongue.

She may be Daisy when she’s infuriating me and when I’m teasing her. But when she’s like this? When she’s hurtling towards an orgasm and is the embodiment of pure bliss and carnal delights? Like this, she is Cassandra.

My Cassandra. Mine for this moment, even if it’s the only moment I get with her.

Because once is better than never.

I keep kissing her and playing with her. All my focus is on her and her satisfaction. Nothing else matters—not even my own needs—until she finds her sweet release with my mouth on her pussy.

Her thighs tense and threaten to smash my skull between them, but I hold them apart, keeping her spread for me. I find her clit with my thumb and brush over it, maintaining my steady rhythm that matches everything she’s giving me. Her release draws nearer, and I let her take what she needs from me. I follow her lead until she moans and pulses against me, finding euphoria from me and me alone. Her body relaxes with every wave pouring from her, and I wrap my arms around her, holding her up with all my strength as she loses herself to my touch, my kisses, and her orgasm.

All of it is the most breathtaking sight I’ve ever seen.

The rolling of her hips slows, but her breaths remain harsh as I rise from the floor and hug her to me, kissing her lips once more. Her fingers tremble and curl on my chest, and her bare breasts and naked torso press against my skin, soft and heavenly.

Her gorgeous body in my arms has my dick twitching, and I groan into her mouth as her hips grind against mine. I’m ready to take her here on the floor of the entry, but with the way I wantto fuck her, the hard floor would ruin her back for days, even with her lycan healing.

Instead, I coast my hands down her back to her little round butt and lift her so her magnificent legs wrap around my waist, our lips never parting, and I carry her into the living room. My bedroom is too far, and I’m close to combusting if I don’t have her soon.

And then reality hits me, clarity breaking through for a second. “Fuck!” I freeze a foot away from the couch and groan, leaning my head towards the ceiling in frustration. Cassandra flinches back and blinks up at me, her green eyes filling with panic and a hint of hurt. “I don’t have a condom,” I say quickly to ease her growing fear.

She shakes her head and swallows, eyes wide, her reply rambling and flustered in her lustful, post-orgasmic state. “It’s fine. I’m fine. It’s not a problem. I mean, I can’t—”

“Oh, thank the fucking Goddess.”

Diving forward, I cut her words off with a kiss. Her response is all I need to hear to know the condom is unnecessary.

I lunge for the couch and place her on the cushions, on top of the blankets she used when she slept there last night. I tear myself away from her to remove the rest of my clothes, and then I’m over her again, settling myself between her thighs and cupping her jaw with my hand as our lips find each other like two sets of magnets.

I almost lose it as my dick slips between her wet pussy lips, a hiss of pleasure leaving my mouth. My fingers flex on her hip, and I rock against her, moving back and forth until my tip notches at her entrance. Her hands cover mine, and our eyes meet, our noses brushing and our mouths hovering, our breath mingling as everything pauses. Everything teeters on a precipice. Everything hinges on this singular moment, this moment right before we join as one.

“Please, Nolan,” she whispers, turning to kiss my palm on her face.

Her plea is my undoing, the permission I didn’t realize I needed. I press my hips forward and into her, sliding my dick in as far as I can, groaning at the feel of her around me. I pulse in and out of her until I can go no further, until she’s taking all of me into her gorgeous, sweet pussy.

“Finally,” I say as I pause my motions, giving her time to adjust to my size and the feel of me stretching her.

But my little flower doesn’t want time. She squirms beneath me, clawing at me and searching for friction, for more of what I’m giving her.

So I give her more. I roll my hips, pulling out until only an inch of my dick remains, and then crashing back in. I leave enough space between our bodies to dip my head and watch her pussy stretch around my cock as it disappears inside her.

“Your pussy takes me so well,” I say, stroking down her body to her breast and thumbing over her nipple. It tightens into a point, and I pinch it and tug on it, drawing a gasp from her mouth and sending rippling goosebumps across her skin as she shudders. “And your body knows exactly how to respond to my touch.”

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