Page 16 of Pleasure Lessons

“And the pants,” I tell her, arching my hips forward. She looks up at me with slight hesitation but obeys, using her thin fingers to pop the buttons of my fly. My cock twitches as her fingers barely brush across it. I don’t know how I’m going to be able to hold out with any kind of actual contact.

She struggles trying to get them down over my hips–over my massive bulge–so I help her out, and when my briefs come down and my cock springs out like a spear, she can’t hide it. She gasps.

“Rhett…”

“That’s right, angel.” I smile, twisting out of my pants. I take her by the wrist and pull her arm down and compare–show her that my cock is the length of her entire forearm.

“You’re–”

“Enormous?” She nods. “I know, angel. I know. You like it, don’t you?”

“Y–yes,” she stammers, clearly speaking a truth. Not just telling me what I want to hear.

I take her gently by the throat and pull her close, letting my lips graze gently across hers. She goes for a kiss, but I deny her.

“You have no idea what else I have in store for you, beautiful.”

7

CASSANDRA

I can’t believethis is happening. Itshouldn’tbe happening. I should be back at the estate and in my room where I’m supposed to be–not here at Rhett’s apartment, lying naked beneath him, staring up at his gorgeous, sculpted physique, my eyes tracing every line of his very toned muscles.

He’s an Adonis. A Greek god. A man who must have made countless women drool in his time walking the planet. He could have any woman he wants, and yet for some reason, he’s chosen me.

My heart is working overtime as I try to keep myself together. I’ve never been naked in front of a man before. I’d never even kissed a man until Rhett. Now he’s staring down at me like I’m a miracle he never thought he deserved. Like he’s lucky to have me.

If anyone here’s the lucky one, it’s me.

His gaze devours me as he drags his eyes up and down my body. It’s so intimate, yet I don’t feel embarrassed or ashamed. I feel proud, like I’m his prize. His trophy. Something rare and delicate, meant to be treasured. His eyes are so filled with passion and hunger that it’s like he wants more than just mybody. He wantsme. All of me. I can feel it in my bones. All the way into the core of my being.

His massive manhood takes my breath away. It’s so thick and beautiful, pulsing with need, like a symbol of his masculinity, and for some reason, I can’t stop thinking about the fact that its purpose is to impregnate me.

“Look what you’ve done to me, angel,” he growls, his voice warm and sexy. “I’ve never been this hard in my entire life.”

Heat swells through my thighs, rising up into my stomach. I twist beneath him on the bed, on fire with his praise. All I can do is nod. I can’t speak. I don’t even trust myself to be able to put a sentence together. All I trust right now is the pounding of intense desire coursing through my blood.

And Rhett, of course.

He takes my hand and guides it between his legs. His other hand grips my hip, gently but possessive at the same time. “Remember what I said,” he whispers. “A man wants to feel wanted too. Show me how badly you want me, angel.”

I gulp hard, my nervousness returning. I have no idea what I’m doing or what he wants as I slide my hands up his thighs, slow and unsure, until I reach his cock, sticking out like a mast on a ship. Hesitantly, I take it between my fingers.

It twitches, pulsing like a heartbeat. His breath catches, and he nods. “That’s right. Just like that.”

His praise spurs me forward, and I wrap both hands around his girth, but he’s so goddamn thick that my fingers don’t even meet in the middle. He’s just too big; it’s stunning. When I look up at him, he’s already smiling. He knows exactly what I’m thinking.

“Just like this.” He guides me, his hands around mine, moving them up and down, showing me how to stroke his shaft.

So this is how you do it…

His eyes roll back in his head, and he lets out a groan of satisfaction that lights me up inside. I move faster, driven by instinct and an aching desire to please him. To make him groan more and show me that what I’m doing is right.

My mouth starts to water, and I look down at what I’m doing–at his hard-on that I can’t even get my hands around. And I feel the urge to go further. To do more.

“Men like it when you…use your mouth, right?” I somehow manage to ask. Rhett’s eyes flash, and I feel his cock pulse in my fingers again. So strong. So hard.

“Damn right they do,” he replies.

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