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“Should I be scared?” I ask, sipping the Patron Silver.

“Yes.” No hesitation. His eyes narrow and darken, his furrowed brows indicating his stress. “If this goes sideways, please know I tried everything I could to keep you safe.”

“I trust you.” The words tumble out of my mouth just as my towel falls to the floor.

He throws back his tequila, slams his glass on the counter and pulls me to him. He’s still shirtless with his black tactical pants on. My hands fly to the button and this time he doesn’t stop me. I push his pants past his hips but have trouble getting them lower until I see the problem. His pants are caught on his own dick. It’s so hard, it refuses to lie down and let them pass.

Frustrated at being stalled again, I reach into his boxers and wrap my hand around him. “Fuck,”he growls as I squeeze to pull him free. It’s not lost on me that my thumb and fingers don’t touch as they grip him.

The weight from the three guns in his pants causes them to slide down easily once I remove the tree trunk in their way.

As soon as he’s free, I want to slide to my knees and take him in my mouth – well, as much of him as I can – but he gently knocks me backwards onto the couch first. At first glance it probably looks like we’re fighting as we both struggle to get to the other one first in a frenzy of tongues, nails, and grabbing hands. His size and strength are overpowering and I have no choice but to concede to his desires. He drops to his knees once I’m on my back on the couch, puts my legs over his shoulders, and proceeds to feast on me.

I let out a scream of surprise that only encourages his onslaught. My fingernails are in his back, drawing him closer. He may have been out of the game for a while, but he certainly hasn’t forgotten where anything is. He applies constant pressure with his tongue while increasing his speed and forty seconds later, I’m cresting the wave of my first orgasm. Casper pulls back for a split second to say the words that unravel me the rest of the way, “That’s it, Princess. Give it all to me.” It’s like four orgasms in one and I’m in a puddle on the couch by the end.

Immediately wanting to return the favor, I try to sit up and grab on to him but am stopped in my tracks as he slowly slides his finger into the spot recently vacated by his mouth.

At this, I dig my heels into his back trying to pull him closer still. My hands are fisting the cushions above my head as I try to find something to use to ground myself so I don’t pass out again. He slips a second finger in alongside the first and a string of cusswords is unleashed from my mouth. I think I hear him laugh but I can’t be sure. Though, Iamsure that I’m shamelessly riding his hand right now. “You’re so wet, Libby. Because of me?” The inflection of his words goes up at the end, telling me he’s asking a question even though he already knows the answer.

I wish I had some smartass comeback to give him but “Mm hm” is the best I can do as he curls the fingers inside me, pressing against my anterior wall. I didn’t even know I liked that so much.

“Come on, Libby. Stop holding back. I know you’ve wanted to fuck me for a while. Show me how much you want it.” Right on cue, my next orgasm explodes around his fingers. “That’s it.” He pulls his fingers from my quivering center and sucks them into his mouth before lapping at me with his tongue again. “Fuck, you taste so good.”

Between his words and the magic he works with his tongue, his mouth may be the most lethal part of his body. I’m unsure if it’s the knowledge that I could die tomorrow, Casper, himself, or a combination of the two, but I feel the rest of my quiet, shy, forced demeanor break away. For Will, I played the role of the good, mild-mannered, significant other - how he “trained” me, I suppose. I attended holiday parties and made dinner every night. I picked up dry-cleaning and never complained when it was the missionary positionagain.I kept my darker fantasies to myself, knowing my partner was straight-laced and conservative in the bedroom. Will’s predictability had once been comforting but after a while, it grew mundane and passionless. A chore to be checked off. I don’t think Will has ever said the wordpussyin his life, let alone commented on what it tasted like.

Casper, however, speaks directly to my inner whore who has been dying to come out and play with him since day one. I fear I may never get her to quiet down after this.

Once he’s sure I’ve given him every bit of the second orgasm that I physically can, Casper doesn’t wait for me to catch my breath before flipping me over on the couch, pushing me facedown into the cushions by the back of my neck and settling in behind me. My heart rate triples wondering what exactly he has planned.

I hear the ottoman move but can’t see. Another second passes and then I feel his hands tighten on my hips pulling me back toward him. His tongue hits my sensitive clit and I pull away from his face. “It’s only going to get worse if you run from me. I want to feel you explode on my tongue one more time before we move on. Now give back my appetizer.” He knocks my knees farther apart with his right hand and then pulls me onto his face while he sits behind me on the ottoman. When I feel his hands on my ass, I tense up.That’snot a part of me that has ever been explored. Granted, I just had a shower, but still, I’m not sure what to expect. “Libby, you said you trust me. Is that true?”

“I think so,” I admit.

“So, you trust me with your life, but you don’t trust that I would go slow and make sure you enjoy this as much as I do?” He almost sounds hurt.

“I’ve just never…” I trail off. He gets the picture.

“Relax. I’m staying outside. I just want you to come again and I think you’ll like it, but if you don’t, just tell me to stop.”

I take a couple deep breaths steeling my nerves. “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

He has one hand still on my hip, holding me to his face in a vice grip. The other hand is working my clit with an expertise I don’t dwell on. His tongue has all my attention as it moves in and out of my pussy in slow strokes making me push back against his face wanting him further inside me. At one point, I’m concerned I may be suffocating him for how hard I’m grinding against him. I feel the next orgasm start to build and I whimper, unable to hold it back. Casper knows it’s coming and increases his pressure on my clit with two fingers while his thumb slips inside my pussy. His tongue finds the virgin nerve endings around my ass and my senses are completely overwhelmed.

“Fuck!”I can’t decide if I want him to move away from there altogether or if I want him go further, stretching me both literally and figuratively.

He makes the answer become crystal clear when he pulls away from my ass with a seductive huff of a laugh. “I take it that I should continue?” He’s not a complete monster, he’s at least still fucking me with his thumb while his fingers assault my clit but I realize with total clarity that I definitely don’t want him to stop again.

“Please.” I try to keep my voice even and fail miserably.

“My pleasure.” He dives right back in where he left off but goes faster and harder. The lightning cracks down my spine almost instantly and I push my ass into him as I come on his face and his fingers. This is definitely a record for me and we haven’t even fucked yet. I realize he was right. He could very easily exhaust me before he even gets off once.

Twenty

WHEN I RETURN TO PLANET Earth after my third, and most intense orgasm yet, Casper is standing over me holding out his hand. He helps me off the couch as dizziness takes over me. I know I’m not drunk but it’s a similar feeling. My body definitely isn’t used to this. I follow him down the hall back to the bedroom.

The bed looks so inviting, like I could sleep for hours. I probablyneedto sleep for hours, maybe days, but that’s going to have to wait. Casper follows me up on to the bed, rolling us so he’s on his back and I’m straddling his waist. He puts my hands on his chest, finally giving me the green light to explore him. Every trace of fatigue I just had vanishes as soon as my hands land on his skin.

“What are you thinking?” he asks softly.

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