Page 44 of Heartless

“It’s right here.” With one last roll of his hips, my nose presses against his skin, a full body shudder going through me. My jaw still aches, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to need Tylenol after this. “Righthere. And I’ll prove it to you however many times it takes.” He pulls my head back with his grip in my hair, until I can take a breath through my mouth, before thrusting into my mouth again, just as slowly and just as deeply.

By the fourth time, my eyes are watering. Breathing isn’t an issue, really, but keeping my jaw and throat relaxed is afeatgiven how he feels.

“Take a nice, deep breath for me, sweetheart.” His words are accompanied by his cock resting just on my lower lip. “Just breathe.”

“Cass—”

“You’re wasting your air,” he replies, chuckling. “I’ll forgive you this time. But you’d betterbreathedeeply for me. Otherwise you might not like this so much.”

My stomach twists with nervous anticipation. But I do what he says, breathing deeply through my nose and mouth.

“Good girl.” He adjusts his grip on my hair, his other hand coming up to trace my jaw. “I know you can be so good for me.”

His words send shudders through me, and I’m so focused on the feeling that it takes me a moment to realize he’s dragging my head down again. This time, he’s a little less slow. A little less accommodating, and my jaw is forced wide as he buries himself in my throat again.

“Fuck…” He sighs, keeping me there, not pulling back as he had before. “So perfect for me. Just for me.” He leans back on one hand and tugs on my hair, forcing me back before shoving me down once again, until he’s fucking my face in a consistent rhythm.

It’sa lotdifferent from what he’d done before. Saliva pools in my mouth, but I can’t swallow. Almost immediately, breathing through my nose isn’t quite enough, and my lungs protest as he buries himself harshly in my throat, prompting me to whine in protest.

“I’m barely even doing anything, Winnie.” Cass chuckles, rolling his hips upward the next time he drags my face down. The movement causes my eyes to burn, and I feel tears sliding down my cheeks that I want to wipe away. But I can’t. My hands are gripping his thighs, like anchor points for how he’s using my mouth for his pleasure.

It’stoo much.

It’s hot as fuck.

It’s way too fucking much.

A few more thrusts have me writhing, saliva dribbling from my lips when he pulls back just to shove himself back into mymouth. My heart races, lungs protesting even louder, until I start seeing spots in my vision and my hands tremble against his thighs.

Ineedto?—

All of a sudden he yanks me off of him, and before I can do more than suck in a breath, Cassian has me up and straddling him. My hands fly to his shoulders as I meet his bright gaze while I pant for air.

“There you go,” he murmurs, reaching up to swipe at the tears on my cheeks. “You’re so pretty when you cry, Winnie. And your mouth is perfect, just like I thought. You know what else I think, though?” His hands fall to my hips, and slowly he urges me to sit until I feel the brush of his length against my folds.

“Cass, wait, I’m?—”

“I think what you need is repetition. To remind you of what your mouth is really meant for.” His words are a soft growl as he forces me down onto his length, rolling his hips upward so he can sink into my body in one smooth motion.

It’s so much that I can’t help burying my face against his shoulder, my entire body trembling as he just holds me there, as deep inside of me as he can go. “You’re so fucking big,” I whine against his shirt. “I’m never going to get used to?—”

His hands on my hips urge me upward, and I have no choice but to let him control our movements as he fucks me, interrupting my words by crushing his lips to mine. “Yes, you will,” he promises against my open mouth. “All you need is more practice. I’ll fuck you every day, Winnie. I’ll make sure I’m the only person you crave, and the only one who can make you feel good. You’ll get used to my cock because I’ll make you want tobeg for it.”

He kisses me again, grip like iron as he fucks me, until I’m moaning into his mouth and writhing in his grip. My hands areon his shoulders, and without thinking, I tug on his shirt until he lets me yank it off of him, before I find his mouth again.

It hits me how fucking turned on I am just from him fucking my face. And how close I am now, with the drag of his cock as he continues to fuck me as thoroughly as humanly possible. I can feel him panting against me, making his own soft, needy noises as his movements become a little less controlled.

“Cass?” I whisper, pulling back and panting, hands braced against his chest.

He lifts a brow, not stopping, though his movements become a bit less rushed and a bit more fluid.

“I’m…” I don’t know why I need to say itright now.But I do. “I’m really glad you came back.”

Surprise flickers in his eyes, and he gazes up at me from under his lashes. When his hands freeze on my hips, the sharp sound of our breathing is the only thing I can hear in the room.

“Yeah?” he murmurs, finally starting to move again, though I can feel that he’s holding himself back; trying not to be rough just yet. “You sure you aren’t just?—”

This time I’m the one to grip his hair, and I yank his face toward me so I can kiss himhard. He tastes like perfection, like everything I’ve always wanted in a relationship but never found.

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