Page 28 of Lucifer's Hounds

Cass stands up and kisses me and I protest, pushing at his chest.

“You don’t just get to kiss me and make everything better,” I exhale.

“Watch me,” he growls, gripping the nape of my neck and crushing his lips to mine.

Every thought I have dwindles away with each millisecond that his lips are on mine. I can’t even attempt to focus on anything other than the feel of this man in my grasp. The fight I was putting up to get away has been long gone and my hands are now roaming over his shoulders and down his arms. My body relaxes, and I’m like putty in his hands. I trace my fingers lightly over the bulging muscles in Cass’s arm and he responds by picking me up. My legs automatically find their place around his waist, and I can feel his hard cock straining against his blue jeans. As if he can hear my thoughts, he presses his hips into me, making a circular motion with them. I tug at the hem of his shirt as a soft moan falls from my lips. I grind my hips in rhythm with his and the pleasurable sensation consumes me. I toss my head back and grip at the back of Cass’s neck for stability.

Cass sets me down on the table and places his hand directly between my breast, pushing lightly until I’m lying flat on my back. He slowly slides my blue jeans down my legs, keeping his eyes locked on mine the entire time. His thumb traces a circle over my clit through my black lace underwear. While one hand is busy between my legs, the other lifts my shirt then unclasps my bra. Every movement he makes is soft, sensual. Slow. Passionate.

I press against Cass’s fingers, my body begging for more. I lie on the table wearing only my underwear now since my shirtand bra have been tossed aside. Cass gazes down at me, desire dancing in his eyes. The look on his face has me aching inside.

Suddenly, dark desire shifts into a sexy playful smile. His hands grip my underwear, and he rips them off in the same manner he had in Houston. He tosses them aside just like my shirt and bra and pulls the belt from his waistband, slipping his jeans down his hips. Cass kneels to kiss the inside of my thigh with just the right amount of tongue to make my eyes roll back.

I want him to flick his tongue over that sweet spot in the center, but he’s teasing me, and I know it and I want it just as much as I want the release. He kisses up the inside of one thigh, then down the other, skipping over my aching core. I shake with pleasure as my body dances beneath his tongue. He teases me for a small eternity before pressing his tongue ever so lightly to my clit. Then again.

Slowly, lightly, agonizingly. Finally, my need becomes too much so I grab the back of his head and press my pussy into his face. My aggression stirs something in Cass. His mouth is hot on my pussy, ravaging me like a starved man that has just been given a five-course meal. My legs tremble as his tongue flicks my clit, every stroke pure ecstasy. I arch into the table beneath me and move my hips in motion with his tongue. Without being prompted, Cass slips a finger inside me and I’m spiraling over the edge. His tongue and finger move in the perfect motion to drain my orgasm from me. I moan loud and come hard, my body pulsating. I can’t take it anymore. I pull him up to me until his face is right above mine. Just as our lips connect, he slides inside of me.

“Oh, Cass,” I moan, the sound echoing through the empty room. I glance at the door. The thrill of possibly getting caught sets my soul on fire. I feel sultry, like a vixen. Cass moves his hips slowly, his face hovering directly above mine. I’m nearly squirming beneath him as he pumps in and out of me.Pleasuring me so intensely I swear I’m going to come again at any second.

He does something to me that no one else has, or could for that matter. I wrap my hand around his arm and bury my face into his shoulder. He wraps an arm around my shoulders, holding me close as he continues his slow assault, allowing me to feel every inch of him.

“You feel so fucking good,” Cass whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

He’s making me feel like a goddess, but I wasn’t prepared for slow and sensual. I glance up into his eyes and demand what I want.

“Bend me over the table.”

The fire in Cass’s eyes ignites and he obliges instantly by flipping me over and doing exactly as I said.

“Is this what you want?” he asks as he slams into me. His tone is harsh and hard, just as hard as his cock and I love it.

“Yes!”

“Tell me. Tell me what you want,” Cass demands, his voice rough.

“I want you to fuck me. Harder,” I cry.

“Like this?” Cass asks, ramming into me. A moan escapes from my lips when he buries himself as deep inside me as I can accommodate. I can’t think. I can hardly breathe, but in the best way. I can’t focus on anything other than the feel of him tearing in and out of me, fast and hard.

Cass grabs a hand full of my hair in his hand and jerks my head back, exposing the side of my neck to his mouth. He bites down gently, sending chills skittering across my entire body. My body quivers from the warmth of his mouth, my budding orgasm, and the pleasure of him pounding into me from behind.

“Fuck, Lilly. You’re so close. I can feel it. Come for me.” His words aren’t a plea, but a demand. I shake my head no in rebellion.

“Come for me,” he repeats. “Lilly. Come for me.” He thrusts into me harder.

“I’m gonna come. I’m coming for you!” I cry out as I tumble over the edge of ecstasy. My orgasm comes in waves. With every thrust, he milks my orgasm until I have nothing left.

Cass grabs my ass and keeps driving into me. I’m starting to get sore, but I know he’s got to be close. I remember how hard he came in Houston when I was riding him and how much he said he enjoyed it.

“Lay on the floor.”

Cass doesn’t hesitate. In one swift motion, he turns me to him, picks me up and lies down on the floor with me placed on top of him.

I grin down at him. “Are you fucking kidding me?” I ask. He did that with ease. Showoff.

Cass smiles back at me and that’s all the motivation I need. I slide down onto him until he fills me entirely. I rock my hips back and forth, grinding slowly at first to tease him in the way he had teased me earlier.

I press my hands to the center of his chest and pick up the pace, riding him hard and fast. It’s pleasure and pain. The combination of the two is so euphoric, I’m going to come again.

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