Page 70 of Double Standards
“You’ll be the death of me, Cassie,” he breathes out, his fingers brushing my cheek with a tenderness that feels almost painful. There’s a raw vulnerability in his voice that catches me off guard, and we haven’t even gotten to the good part yet. This was supposed to be just sex, a release for both of us, but now it feels like there’s something deeper. A connection I hadn’t fully acknowledged until now tightens around my chest so fiercely, I swear I can’t breathe.
He pulls away, standing at the foot of the bed, his gaze filled with pure adoration. His eyes are dark, but not with intimidation—this is raw, unfiltered lust. Wild and urgent, the heat in his stare pins me down completely.
His hands trail slowly up my bare legs, leaving a path of goosebumps and electric sparks behind. Then, gripping my thighs firmly, he yanks me hard. My body slides down the sheets to meet him, and his fingers hook around the waistband of my panties, dragging them down inch by torturous inch until they pool at my ankles.
Then he pockets them like a prized possession. “Be a good girl and spread your legs,” he growls. “Let me taste what’s mine.”
Heat floods me instantly, making me wetter with every word. My legs part without hesitation, drawn by the raw hunger burning in his eyes, so fierce and intoxicating I can barely catch my breath. I’m a flustered mess, my chest rising and falling erratically, unable to control the way my body responds. A thrill prickles beneath my skin, setting every nerve alive with anticipation.
Axel licks his lips and lowers himself, slow and deliberate. Then he’s there, his mouth tracing every inch of me, tongue flattening and gliding up and down my slit, tasting me like I’m the only thing that matters. Flames erupt inside me, hotter than anything I’ve ever known. He nips, licks, kisses, and sucks with a possessive hunger that consumes me whole.
My hands thread fiercely through his hair, pulling him closer, while my back arches, chest and neck writhing under his touch.
I ache for more.
His hungry lips torment me relentlessly—too intense, and he knows exactly how to push me over the edge. His fingers find my entrance, sliding in and out with fierce precision, each stroke driving me wild. I ride his digits like it’s the last thing I’ll ever do, a desperate, burning need consuming me.
A moan slips free, and a low growl of approval vibrates through his chest, pressing against me like a promise.
“Axel,” I breathe his name like a prayer.God, I wish he was my church.Why does he have this power over me? Why does every touch feel like it’s unraveling something I didn’t know was so tightly wound?
“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs, his tongue seeking out my clit, flicking it with teasing urgency.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His groan of pleasure deepens, and I feel the pace of his fingers quicken, relentless and demanding.
My body trembles as the first wave of my orgasm blooms in my stomach. It’s so good, so overwhelmingly euphoric. This is everything I’ve been craving without realizing it. Every moment without him felt empty, hollow. And now, with him here, it’s like I’m finally awake.
Then, just when I think I can’t take more, he pulls back and slips his tongue inside me, fucking me slowly, deliberately.
My pussy pulses painfully around him, my senses overloaded by the wild pleasure he’s unleashing. I writhe beneath him, drowning in ecstasy as his hands clamp tight on my thighs, pressing me harder to his face.
I’m soaked, dripping with need, my juices coating his mouth and chin. Proof of the hold he has over me. I want more. I need more. And somehow, I know I’m willing to surrender completely—if only he asks for it.
“Come for me, baby,” he orders, voice low and commanding.Before I can even register his words, my back arches uncontrollably, and I’m unraveling beneath him. His thumb presses hard against my clit, flipping some primal switch deep inside me. Sparks ignite behind my closed lids, and the explosion of ecstasy crashes over me in catastrophic waves. My limbs flare with heat and ache before finally going limp, leaving me a trembling, panting mess.
Axel pulls back just enough to wipe his mouth with slow, deliberate fingers, never wasting a single drop of me.
“Good girl.” His voice is deep, raw, and penetrating. If I hadn’t just been devoured by his mouth, I’d gladly surrender to being consumed by his words alone.
He crawls over me, every inch of his intent clear in the dark hunger burning in his eyes. His mouth claims mine, kissing me deeply until my body hums with wanton need, a low moan slipping free from my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he commands, his tongue pushing past my lips, tangling with mine in a slow, intricate dance. I catch the sweet, intoxicating flavor of myself on his tongue, and a heavy moan escapes me, raw and unguarded.
Axel pulls away, rising to the foot of the bed. His hands work at his belt with deliberate slowness.
My eyes widen as he frees himself. He’s bigger and harder than I’ve ever seen. The sight alone has me clenching reflexively. It’s not just the size that makes me shiver; it’s the knowledge that he’s going to stretch me, fill me completely. That thought alone sends a fresh wave of wetness flooding between my legs, hotter and more desperate than ever.
“On your knees,” he growls, and it’s my undoing.
My body betrays me, my insides trembling and melting into a molten ache as I crawl forward, eyes glued to his cock. The slick bead of pre-cum at the tip is like a promise I can’t resist. I steal a glance up at him, and that lazy smirk curls on his lips, reading every flicker of desperation on my face.
God, I’m so fucking desperate for him.My heart is pounding likea drum in my chest. Every nerve’s on fire. I’m already drowning in this need.
“I’ve always loved this smart mouth,” he smirks cockily, his thumb tracing my lips like a claim. “Would be a damn shame to waste it.” His voice is low, possessive; the kind that makes me shiver and melt all at once.
“Open,” he commands, and just like that, I obey.Who cares if I feel exposed? Submissive? I want this. I want him inside me more than anything.
I lick my lips nervously, swallowing a rush of heat and anticipation. Obedient, but burning with my own hunger. His hand tangles in my hair, anchoring me, and I hear his breath catch as he whispers, “Good girl.”
