Page 29 of Heartless

“That sounds a bit possessive.” The words are out before I can think better of them, and his only response is a wicked grin as he scissors his fingers inside of me. He’s so thorough that it’s aggravating, and by the time hefinallypulls his fingers free, I’m writhing and almost begging for more.

“Poor thing,” Cass coos. “Finally lost for words? No, I didn’t say you could talk yet.” He reaches up to wipe his fingers over my mouth, smearing my lips with my arousal. I shudder, but I can’t tell if it’s from disgust or anticipation. “Not even taking your jeans off for me?” I huff, watching as he stands up to unbutton and unzip his jeans and shove them down his thighs.

Cassian rolls his eyes at me in response. “Don’t be obtuse. You won’t last long and neither will I. I’ve been waiting for this for way too long and you…” His eyes trail down my body, and I squirm. “Well, I’m certainly not going to leave you disappointed.”

“We’ll see. I’ll rate your performance after on a scale of—” Cassian shoves two fingers in my mouth, surprising me into a muffled protest.

“Do something actually useful with your mouth, Winnie, and clean off my fingers for me like a good girl,” he demands lazily, his other hand slowly stroking up and down his length.

Hisimpressivelength. He’s bigger than either of the guys I’ve fucked before, and I whine a question as I taste myself on his fingers, tongue lapping against the pads of them.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is teasing. “Are you scared I won’t fit, sweetheart?” He grins, stroking his fingers against my tongue before pulling them out of my mouth. “You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Because your dick can grow or shrink at will to fit your partner perfectly?” I ask lamely, voice flat.

“No, my sarcastic little brat. Because I’ll fuck you until you learn to take it and until you’re ruined for anyone else.” He doesn’t give me time to respond. Cass grabs my calf and lifts my leg to hook it over his shoulder, wrapping his arm around my thigh and gripping my waist to hold me in place. My breath catches in my throat as I shift to get more comfortable, heart pounding in my ears.

Fuck, it’s so loud I’m surprised he can’t hear the frenzied, frightened rhythm, too. But if he can, he ignores it, moving forward enough that he can rub his tip teasingly between my folds. By the third time, I’m squirming and anticipation is nearly choking me. “Comeon,” I whine. “Cassian, I’m going to turn fifty before you?—”

He rolls his eyes up to me with a small grin and thrusts in sharply, not stopping even when I howl at the burning stretch. “W-wait!” I gasp. “Oh,fuckyou’re too big to just?—”

“Certainly doesn’t feel that way to me, sweetheart.” Cassian chuckles darkly. “I think I fit just fine in your sweet, tight pussy. You can take me. I’m almost there.”

My back arches, chest heaving as my toes curl over his shoulder. “Yousocould go slower,” I whine in protest.

“And you could learn to talk back less when you’re about to get fucked,” is his sweet reply. “Maybe we’ll both learn a lesson from this.” His free hand shoves my hips down, preventing me from going anywhere at all as he finally,slowly, finishes sinking into me until his hips are flush to my body.

And then he just waits; a shudder goes through him and is accompanied by an appreciative groan. “You feel so good, Winnie,” Cassian murmurs. “You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about this…but you’re so much better than anything I’ve imagined.” He lets out a soft, murmured string of curses I can’t hear over the blood rushing in my ears. My muscles clench and flutter around his length as the burn slowly fades to a perfect and satisfying feeling of being so full.

“You can…You should—” His grip on my hip tightens as if in warning and I groan. “Could youpleasemove, Cass? I need?—”

I don’t even get to finish my question. He pulls out before thrusting back in slowly, savoring the slide as I fight not to squirm too much. “Of course I can,” he murmurs. “All you had to do wasasknicely. Anything you want, Winnie.” His voice is rough and low andperfectin my ears. “I’ll give you the world if you ask me to.”

I want to say something sarcastic or taunt him. I want to remark that he’s being dramatic…but when he suddenly slams back into me and makes me see stars, all the words are driven right out of my mind. He does it again, then once more, and before I can do more than catch my breath, Cassian is fucking me in a smooth, rough rhythm that’s better than every way I’ve been fucked before.

But maybe that’s because it’sCassian.

“You look so pretty getting fucked.” I hear him murmur, his hand on my waist slides down until I feel the brush of his thumb on my clit. I make a soft sound of protest, trying to tell him that if he does that, Ireallywon’t last that long. But if he cares, he certainly doesn’t say it. He strokes over my clit with confident, steady motions that are a counterpoint to the way he fucks me. It’s enough to make my head spin, causing me to feel a little overwhelmed by the two sensations.

I’m not sure how long he does it for.

I know that a litany of praises never stops falling from his lips, though after the first few, my heartbeat is again too loud in my ears for me to make them out. At some point I realize I’m panting, mouth open, rambling my own encouragements and pleas.

“I-I’m gonna come, Cass,” I say finally, feeling that familiar, delicious tightness in my core that makes my thighs tense, my heel digging into his shoulder blade. “I’m?—”

“I know you are, and I want you to. I want to see you come apart on my cock, all for me. Show me how much you love this, sweetheart. Show me how much you want to bemine.” I should protest his words. There’s something in them, something in his voice, that has alarm bells going off in my head, prompting me to sit up and take notice.

But fuck, I can’t. Not when he doubles down and strokes my clit faster, his thrusts becoming unsteady as my thighs tremble. I’m trying to delay my orgasm, if only to spite him.

“Oh, Winnie, don’t do that,” Cass chuckles, as if he can read my mind. “Don’t you want to be my good girl? Don’t you want to come for me?Fuck,” he curses suddenly. “I didn’t even think about—I can pull out?—”

I hook my leg more tightly over his shoulder. “Got my tubes tied,” I mutter. “So don’t you fucking dare.”

He stares at me for a moment before his grin flashes wide on his face. “Good girl,” he tells me. “Perfect, Winnie. Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my cock. I know you want to. I know you’redyingto come for me.”

I don’t have it in me for any kind of comeback. Witty or otherwise. My release hits me hard, causing my back to arch off my bed as I cry out loudly enough to make my ears ring.

Suddenly I realize it’s a good thing my mom isn’t home, or even in the same county as me, with how loud I’m being.

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