Page 97 of Rumor Has It

“Another one?” she teases, spinning around and pushing against my chest.

This isn’t the first time or even the second I’ve told Cassidy the dirty things I want to do to her.

My arms slack at her waist, but I’ve still got a grip on her hip. “This one includes an apron.”

She looks down at her bare legs and sees what I do. “Hmm…”she hums, focusing below the belt at my body’s reaction to our banter. My jeans constrain the thick bulge in my pants. Her eyes flick to mine. The subtle satisfaction that she’s unintentionally turned me on is apparent.

“Am I wearing anything else?” As she stares at me, waiting for an answer, her nimble fingers go to work on my belt buckle.

“No. But it’s not tied in the back.”

Cassidy unzips my pants and takes me out. She twists her grip, caressing the pad of her thumb over the tip of my oversensitive cock.

I slap a palm on the granite, clutching the countertop to steady myself. “Goddamn that feels good.”

“You were telling me where it’s tied?” she asks, sweet as pie.

“It’s—it’s binding your wrists.”

“To what?” Her voice is innocent. Light and carefree. Like a melody you’d sing on a back road on a sunny day.

“To whatever I can find to tie you to so I can fuck you.”

“But not my legs?” She doesn’t let up, sliding her hand up and down my shaft.

“No.” I clench my jaw. “Fuck, chou, yeah,” I mumble as she reaches lower to cup my balls.

“Why don’t you want my legs tied?” Cassidy purrs.

“When your pussy’s drenched…” I pause to swallow. “When you let go, when no one is around to hear, you dig your heels into my ass.”

“And you like me spread out for you. Taking your cock deep inside of me. Pushing you further inside while you’re fucking me. You want to have your way with me on the kitchen floor at the B&B.”

Cassidy shifts her hips, rubbing her thighs together. I love how she gets off hearing the filthy things I want to do to her. That she’s not afraid of my bluntness and plays along with my mind’s eager inventions.

“There. Here before I sell this bitch.” Anywhere I can have her.

I lift the apron and tug at the waistband on Cassidy’s cotton shorts. Pressing my lips to hers, nipping and biting, delving into her velvety mouth, I dip my fingers inside her panties.

“Isaiah,” she moans my name, lifting on her toes with anticipation as I tease her folds.

She’s so slick. I glide two fingers in and out of her pussy, spreading the wetness onto my palm, and rub it against her clit. She opens wider for me, wrapping one leg around my ass the way I knew she would. I take her weight and guide us to the runner on the floor. Then, with my cock hanging out and dripping, I watch her breasts heave and her back arch. Cassidy is gorgeous when she loses control.

“All of you.” She begs for more as her walls flutter and she comes undone.

My dicks all in favor, except like a needle on a record, our lust-filled moment comes to a screeching halt.

“Fuck. We have to run upstairs for a condom, chou.”

“The muffins will burn. We only have three minutes till the timer beeps.” Cassidy becomes pensive. “We’re safe, right? I’m on the pill. You can pull out.”

“You have a lot of faith if you think I’m going to last an entire three minutes bareback inside of you.”

She giggles. “Gotta start somewhere. Practice makes perfect.”

I push her shorts and underwear down. She kicks them off, tugging my jeans over my butt. I grab Cassidy’s thigh and set it at the crook of my elbow, rolling on top of her, so she can’t pin me with her heels. If she does, all bets are off.

“Dear fucking god, Cass. You feel incredible.”

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