Page 94 of Casita Casanova
Her muscles tighten and flex as they stretch to make room for me.
“You okay?”
She nods, biting down on that bottom lip.
Fuck, it’s going to be a challenge to go slowly.
But something tells me her twat of an ex-husband never loved her properly.
If I’m going to give her something to remember me by, it’s going to be that.
I want her to never settle for less than she deserves again.
I pull out slowly, then push in again, repeating the motion until her legs widen to give me better access, letting me sink deeper inside her.
I grunt when I’m in as far as she can take me, closing my eyes on a long blink.
My cock twitches.
I drive my hips into her, pressing hard, giving her all of me.
Then, halting my hips, I kiss her again, my hands in her hair, gripping her scalp to hold her still while I ravage her mouth.
Thiskiss, Itakefrom Maryn. I want her to know it’s mine, that I’m claiming it. With every stroke of my tongue, I pull it from her, along with whimpers and moans that I memorize so I’ll never forget this moment either.
When her whimpering comes in quick bursts, and her hips start to jerk, her inner muscles trying to milk me into action, I pull back, looking down into her eyes as I give her what she wants.
What we both want.
Slowly at first, I thrust my hips, going as deep as I can with each drive forward. Her hands squeeze my back, my ass, urging me to go faster. She’s desperate and I’m taking my time.
“What’s the hurry, bird lady?” I whisper, leaning down to run my tongue over her lips.
“Cas,” she growls, meeting my gaze with fire and desperation in her eyes.
I chuckle, then rear back. Fine. We have all night, but if she wants me to give it to her, I can oblige.
And then I’ll give it to her again.
Again.
And straight on ‘til morning.
I pump my hips faster, swelling with pride as I watch her fall apart beneath me. Moans become grunts. Words become unintelligible. Her eyes blur in and out, focusing on me one minute then disappearing the next.
When she’s close to the edge, I pump her harder and faster, giving her everything I’ve got, then her head flies back and her hands clamp down onto my shoulders, fingernails digging into my skin.
She bears down on me, her body rippling and shaking as she comes.
“Cassius,” she cries out, head thrashing as her orgasm destroys her.
And that name on her lips is all it takes to destroy me.
“Fuck!” I roar as I come, pumping into her with force.
When I’m spent, I collapse on top of her, snuggling my face into her neck. My cock still pulsates inside of her, happy as a fucking clam.
That’s a weird saying. Shouldn’t it be like, happyina clam?
