Page 86 of Heart Break Her

“Sebastian,” Cassie says in shock as I push her back against the brick wall.

I wrap one hand around her jaw and slip the other around her waist. “Art turns you on?”

I lean in and sink my teeth into her puffy bottom lip, and she lets out a breathy moan.

“No,” she says. “But you do.”

“Well, fuck,” I groan, taking her mouth full force with my own.

Where we are doesn’t seem to faze her, and neither does the threat of being caught because she presses her hips against my dick, and I really wish I could strip her naked right here.

“You make me stupid,” I tell her as I reach my hand for her pussy and cup her through her jean shorts. Those fucking jean shorts that hit her right below the ass and make me want her legs wrapped around my body. Even through the fabric I can feel her, hot and ready.

Cassie breaks the kiss and looks up at me, our eyes inches apart. “You make me forget myself.”

I don’t know if that’s a good thing or a bad thing, but she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me back in. Her tongue slips between my teeth and sends all blood, thoughts, and sanity straight to my dick.

My fingers slide under the bottom hem of her very short shorts, and she widens her stance so I can gain access to her pussy. My finger slides beneath her underwear and it’s fucking crying for me.

“Damn, baby,” I tighten my grip on her jaw and she moans. “You’re soaked.”

I drive two fingers in hard, and she lets out a gasp.

If people have discovered what we’re doing, I don’t notice or care. I pay Dax enough that he better rip their heads off before they get a good enough view to figure it out. So he better work for his fucking paycheck right now.

I drive my fingers in deeper and reach my thumb up and over her clit, rolling it in a slow circle that makes her whole pussy clench. Noticing her body tense, I roll my thumb over her again.

“Let go,” I tell her.

And I mean it in more ways than just handing her body over to me. I want her to unravel. I want to be the man who causes it. I want to be her obliteration.

It’s sick.

I’m twisted.

I need it.

Pumping my fingers in faster, I feel her breath quickening with every kiss. Her heart is hammering so hard I swear I feel it smashing against my chest. I work her center, her clit, her mouth. I lose myself in the movements and let her wet pussy fuck my fingers.

She tips her head back, and just as she’s about to scream her release, I press my mouth over hers and drink my name straight from her lips. Her body shivers and her pussy clenches.

So fucking tight.

Cassie shakes through her orgasm, and I don’t let up until well past the end. I savor every twitch, shake, and moan.

I empty her.

If this is how it feels to watch Cassie come apart, I want to do it again.

And again.

And again.

I want to do it until we both have nothing left.

25

Cassie

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