Page 139 of Deliver us from Evil

I stare at him, my jaw bunched.

They treated me like a glass figurine for the last few months. This is the first time one of them is getting even a little rough with me.

ThankfuckingGod.

“It’s wrong,” I tell him.

He shows me his teeth. “Then I don’t want to be right.”

Cass straddles me so fast I don’t even have time to fight him. He grabs my wrists, slamming them into the chair above my head. Then he claims my mouth again, kissing me like he hates the fact that I turn him on this much.

And I can feel just how much he wants me. Every inch of his cock is rock hard as it slides over my belly.

He shoves a hand between my legs and follows with a knee.

I have no choice but to let him in.

As soon as both his legs are between mine, he goes to his knees and rakes his eyes over my exposed body.

He slaps my pussy hard enough to make me gasp, and then thrusts a finger inside me.

“You’re not even wet enough for them, why the fuck do you want to go upstairs?” he says.

I open my mouth, but he doesn’t give me a chance to speak.

His lips are on mine, bruising hard, and then his hand is over my slit. He squeezes, massages me, puts pressure on my clit with the base of his palm.

I moan into his mouth, my legs falling open for him.

“That’s better,” he whispers.

His fingers spread my pussy open. He dips his hips, dragging the crown of his cock over my dripping slit.

“Getting there.”

He presses the tip of his dick against my entrance, and then pulls back to smear my arousal over my clit.

The touch is so light, but still electrifying. I lift my hips, trying to increase the pressure, but he just chuckles at me and nips my breast.

I press my nipple into his mouth, and he teases it with his teeth, his hot, erratic breaths puffing against my skin as he slides his cock along my slit.

“Fuck, please,” I moan. “Just…”

“Say it, and I’ll consider it.”

“Just fuck me.”

“Hard?”

“Yes!”

“Not slow?”

I groan. “Yes, slow.”

“So slow and hard?

“Cass, fuck…please.”

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