Page 74 of Double Standards
My grip tangles in her hair, tugging her head back gently. “You’re not wearing any underwear.”
“You stole them last night, remember?”
Fuck. She’s right.
“Smart mouth.” I smirk. “Meeting adjourned.”
I make quick work of the few buttons done up on her shirt, hungry for more of her. She shudders when the cool air kisses her bare skin, her perfect, pert tits exposed to me, nipples already tight and begging for attention.
I drag my hand up her stomach slowly—possessively—until I’m cupping her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers. Her back arches into me with a desperate, involuntary gasp.She's already soaked—I can feel the heat radiating off her. She's fucking ready, and I haven’t even gotten started.
With a firm grip on her waist, I lift her effortlessly onto the counter. A soft, startled squeak leaves those luscious lips as her bare ass meets the cold surface.
“Hungry?” I murmur, deliberately letting my eyes trail past her, toward the fruit bowl behind her.
She nods, hesitant but wanting, biting that lip again.Fuck, that lip. It’s going to ruin me.
I pluck a strawberry from the bowl and hold it up to her mouth. She bites down on half, letting the juice linger and stain her lips a sinful red. I lean in, kissing her with hunger, tasting fruit and her at once. It's intoxicating. But I’m nowhere near done with her.
Cassie tilts her head back with a soft moan as I drag the berry slowly down her throat, letting it trail a wet red line between the valley of her perfect tits. I watch the juice stain her skin, then smear it with my tongue, licking up every drop while her breath catches in her throat. She trembles beneath my touch, her legs parting involuntarily as I circle her nipples with the sticky sweet trail.
She’s utterly exposed, her body glowing under the kitchen lights. That oversized shirt slides further off her shoulders, the fabric clinging to her narrow frame in the most suggestive way. She looks like temptation incarnate.
I lap at the berry juice with lazy precision, savoring her. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I know she’s feeling everything I’m doing to her. My hand slips between her legs, fingers coated in her arousal the moment I make contact.
“Axel,” she gasps when two fingers slide in, easy and smooth. Her body welcomes me. The way she clenches around me—fuck, it’s my personal drug.
“This what you want?” I growl against her ear, dragging my teeth over her skin.
She moans, a sound that goes straight to my cock.
“Words, Cassie.”
“Yes,” she cries, hips rocking against my hand. “Yes, Axel.”
I grip her throat—not too tight, just enough—and kiss her again, swallowing her sounds as my fingers fuck her relentlessly. She's riding my hand, using me to chase the high I’m holding just out of reach. Her body’s frantic with need, her juices dripping down my wrist, her skin flushed and trembling.
But I pull back. Slowly. Deliberately. Her desperate whimper has me grinning.
“You’re not coming unless it’s all over my dick,” I growl, and she blushes a furious shade of red. That innocence—still intact despite everything—drives me fucking insane.
I grab another strawberry and feed it to her. She bites it in half again, dazed, drunk on pleasure. I take the berry and trail it up her leg, juice staining her soft skin from calf to thigh. I suck it from her inch by inch, until I’m just shy of the place she wants me most. I taste her, the berry, the sweat and heat from her skin.
She tastes like heaven; sweet, ripe, and fucking addictive.
I don’t give her time to recover. My cock is out in seconds, thick and aching as I press her back against the counter, lining up to her wet entrance. I don’t ask. She doesn't need me to.
I thrust into her with a growl, filling her to the hilt in one brutal stroke. Her gasp turns to a moan that scrapes at my control. She’s gripping the counter like her life depends on it.
“How the fuck are you this wet and still so tight?” I hiss, mostly to myself, lost in the feel of her wrapped around me.
My hand returns to her throat as I pound into her, slow but deep, relentless. Her legs wrap around my waist, trying to pull me in deeper. She’s shaking, her orgasm building fast.
I unhook her legs and lift one onto my shoulder. Her body contorts, a moan of pain mixing with pleasure as I slam into her again, her tight heat pulling me closer to the edge.
My lips find her ankle, biting down just hard enough to earn a gasp. Her knuckles whiten against the counter. She’s coming undone, but not yet. Not until I say.
“Who’s fucking you, Cassie?” I growl, watching the way the question destroys her composure.
