Page 55 of Lucifer's Hounds

Cass slams me against the side of the truck, the open passenger door serving as some sort of wall that separates us from anyone else. I gasp to fight the scream that threatens to escape when my bare ass touches the cold metal of the truck.

Cass doesn’t say anything, a smirk is the only indication he realized what happened. He picks my legs up and I’m grateful I slipped my underwear off in the bathroom before boarding the plane. Risky? A bit. Out of character for me? Much. Worth it? Abso-fuckin-lutely.

Cass’s hands explore my body and when they reach my thighs, he stops as his fingers reach bare skin. He realizes that there is nothing separating my pussy and his fingers. He begins to tease my clit, the look in his eyes animalistic as he toys with me. Rubbing one finger at a time over me ever so slightly. We both let out a hushed moan when Cass’s fingers find my entrance and he inserts one slowly.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. That’s my wet pussy.” Cass runs his finger from my entrance, up to my clit, then back down again. I whimper, aching for him to give me more.

I trace my hands over his chest, his stomach, down to his hard cock that waits just beneath his blue jeans. Cass moans into my mouth, his lips lingering in a parted “O” shape, giving me the perfect opportunity to bite his bottom lip. Cass thrusts his hips forward, pressing himself harder into my hand. I tug at his belt, finally getting it undone and freeing him from his jeans. Cass’s moans turn me on even more. His fingers move charismatically on my clit while I long-stroke his dick. Ecstasy consumes me and I know I’m building for that sweet release that’s just around the corner.

I shove his hand away and drag his hips to mine. That’s all the initiative he needs because he slides inside, giving me all of him in one sharp movement. The sting of him slamming inside makes me see stars for a split second, that feeling so good I lose my breath.

“Baby, you feel so fucking good inside me. Fuck me, baby,” I encourage him as he taunts me, grinding his hips slowly.

My fingers twist hard in his hair at the nape of his neck, and I bring his lips down to meet mine. He kisses me, hard, just as hard as he slammed into me. My head tilts back and I stare up into his eyes.

“I want you to fuck me, hard,” I beg.

Cass’s hands slip beneath my ass cheeks, spreading me open from the bottom so I can take all of him. He continues his assault, his pace faster and his grip on my ass tight. I smirk, knowing that he’s getting close.

He repositions me against the truck, pounding into me. I gasp, mouth wide from the sting of the cold metal on my ass. My tongue circles his ear, and I lean in to whisper to him.

“Come with me, baby.” Knowing that will send him over the edge. Cass slows his pace but rams harder with each thrust. I gaze into his eyes as my own orgasm threatens to unravel me at the seams.

“Choke me. I’m coming for you,” I choke out as my orgasm rips through me. Cass’s hand wraps around my throat, stifling the moan that dares to escape my lips.

“Keep coming for me, baby. Fuck yeah,” Cass lets out as he slams into me once more, hard. A subtle look of pleasure creeps onto my face as I feel Cass come inside me.

“Holy fuck,” Cass breaths, his head slamming onto my chest. Beads of sweat trickle down his forehead, his hair damp from all the work he put in holding me up and pleasuring us both. I run a hand through his hair, my head resting against the window of the truck behind me.

“Yes, holy fuck. I so missed you,” I huff, lifting his head up so I can kiss him again.

“I missed you too, baby.”

Cass unwraps my legs from around his waist and sets me down onto the ground.

“Now to bring you to our hotel and I’ve got to get to work,” he says, buckling his belt and straightening his shirt.

I hop into the passenger seat with a pout. “But I just got here.” I stick my bottom lip out and widen my eyes. Cass smirks at me.

“I know and you need to get some rest. By the time you wake up, I’ll be back and you and I have plans this evening.”

He closes my door and gets into the driver’s side. I find myself leaning over the center console to kiss him again. His lips just fit so well with mine and I want to take advantage of every moment I can.

“We have to go,” he breathes, his voice barely a whisper.

My inner goddess dances at the thought of what I do to him when I kiss him. I hope I set his soul on fire in the same way that he does mine.

“Yes sir.”

I sit back in my seat and buckle my seatbelt. Cass cranks the truck and plugs his phone into the auxiliary cord. Zac Brown Band erupts through the speakers before I even kick my shoes off and pull my legs into the seat with me. The view when we turn out of the parking garage is breathtaking. The sun is just beginning to rise above the horizon, lighting up the city in a variety of shades of red and orange.

Cass rests his hand on the center console and, instinctively, I place my hand in his. He lifts my hand to his mouth and presses a soft kiss to each individual finger, making me giggle and leaving a smile on my face.

Today, for the first time in what feels like an eternity, I’m not worried about everything else in my life. I’m not worried about the late payments on my rent, the stress of the grand opening of the bar and hoping it does well, or anything else. Today, I’m finally feeling back to myself, feeling like I can conquer anything that comes my way and enjoying being alive.

I feel Cass’s eyes burning into my skin.

“What?” I ask.

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