Page 31 of Mixed Connection
Still between my thighs, he looks up at me. “Please what? Use those beautiful words of yours.” I gulp, pushing down any hesitation I have.
“Tighter. Please.” My voice is barely audible given my need for release. His hand tightens around my throat and I plead with my eyes that he will stop edging toward a cliff that I want to free fall over. Feeling the weight of his hand against my neck sends shivers over my sweat-soaked skin.
My eyes are still watching him, taking the command he gave me seriously. Never being ordered around before I have nothing to compare his request to, but it heats my skin and makes me giddy all at once. Lingering, he slowly runs his tongue through my folds, pumping his fingers at an agonizingly slow pace. Once. Twice. My orgasm is so close that I can feel the tingle starting in my toes.
“Give it to me, Cassidy.” My head drops back, chest heaving, and I let it take me completely over in a silent scream, my walls clenching around his fingers before my body turns to jello.
“You’re so fucking beautiful coming around my fingers.” His entire focus is on me, but mine, no mine is on his glistening fingers. The same ones he is currently licking. “But I need to feel you around my cock now.” My chest rises and falls from my uneven breaths, from both the incredible orgasm Jameson just gave me and also from his naughty words.
“Yes, please.” I sit up, my voice needy and heavy with lust. This man is created of pure sin and I say a quick thank you, barely stopping myself before I say it out loud.
Holding his hand out to me, I take it and pull him back to my bedroom. I don’t know if I’ve ever been spread open quite like that—on my counter no less—but I am far from done and I need him to know that.
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*Jameson has notifications silenced*
My cock strains beneath my sweats as she pulls me through the hallway towards her bedroom. I want nothing more than to sink myself deep into her. Her splayed on that countertop was the best meal a man could ask for and it would be foolish to try convincing myself that I don’t want—no. This is more than awant. I need another taste of her.
Shaking my head slightly, I attempt to remind myself what tonight is about. Tonight is about hanging with my Babygirl and getting to see her just as she is, which is perfect from this view. Her t-shirt hugs her curves, stretching over her hips, barely covering her ass that’s peeking beneath the hem.
Her panties are burning a hole in my pocket. I don’t know what made me take them, it’s not something I have ever done before, but I have also never been so consumed with someone before either. I’m not going to question my gut reaction too deeply.
Seeing how she turns back to look at me, her gaze filled with wanton desire tells me everything I need to know. She needs to be fully taken care of. I take a long stride right up behind her and wrap my arm around her middle as we enter her bedroom.
“Do you need to feel my cock, Cassidy?” I know she does, but I want to hear her say it.
“Yes.” Coated in need, her voice is all moan. I grind myself against her ass, needing her to feel exactly what she does to me. I lean down, nipping at her neck before my tongue travels up to her ear. She tips her head back against my chest, a soft smile playing at her lips as she sways her hips into the hardness behind my zipper and I steal a kiss, unable to hold myself back. I gently stroke my tongue against hers and I cup her breasts, massaging them as she deepens the kiss, her flavor still on my tongue. Cassidy spins in my arms, pressing her half-naked form against my body. Running her fingers along the top of my pants, she slips them beneath the waistband and strokes my dick through my boxers and I groan.
“You going to give me what I need, Bulldozer?” she questions playfully, her fingers fumbling with my belt, and I press my hand to hers and lift the buckle. Her voice may as well be a siren’s song because I nod my head in response, but I’m also conveying a request I hope she sees as I crowd her, backing her against the end of her bed.
I watch the way her thighs move as she makes her way up the bed, hunger in her eyes that I’m sure is matched in mine. I pull my belt out in one drag, folding it over itself before tugging my pants and boxers down together. I watch her eyes widen, her mouth dropping slightly open as my dick springs free, curved, and standing at attention for her. I wrap my hand around my shaft, pumping once, twice, until she pokes out her tongue, ghosting it across her lips. Seeing her eyes widen with satisfaction sends a shiver up down my spine.
My mouth draws up to one side, the way she looks at me makes me want to puff out my chest, instead I grab one of her ankles, pulling her to me, a yelp escaping her as I do. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Come here, Cassidy.” Pulling her onto my lap, I sit back on her bed, guiding her lush body onto my own. “Come take what you need.”
Without any hesitation, she fully straddles my thighs, and slowly, so slowly she lowers herself. “Oh. My. God.” She enunciates every word like a prayer, puffing out a breath on each word, her skin is covered in goosebumps as she rests her palms on my chest. “You’re so thick.”
“You take me so well.” I groan, gripping her hips as I help lower her down until her clit is pressed against me and I press my hips into her. Watching as her mouth gapes open and her head drops back takes my fucking breath away.
Then she’s moving, moving her hips in circular motions as she adjusts to my size. She presses her weight into her palms as she rides me, taking what she needs from me and I fucking love it. The feel of her hot sex as she clamps her walls around me. She feels so tight, better than any of the sorry-ass daydreams I’ve been having.
Her curls are like a closing curtain to my view of her on top of me as she drops her head. “Fucking hell Cassidy, you feel so good. Sofuckinggood. But I need to see your beautiful face while you ride my cock.” Smoothing her curls to the side, I palm the side of her face, until I see her brown eyes meet mine. I find myself daydreaming about her wild strands; her curls are silky and right now, the feel of them is like a drop of dopamine. Once her eyes are back on mine, I can’t stop myself as I thrust into her from underneath.
Her cheeks are a deep pink, her mouth hung open in an O shape. There is nothing more sexy in this moment than her, andI need for her to see what I see while she takes every inch of me. “Turn around for me, Baby.”
“What? How?” She questions, but does as I ask with a slight whimper as she pulls herself from me. I press my back against her headboard and grab her waist, pulling her back on me in a reverse cowgirl. Slowly, inch by inch, I press into her warmth and groan as she contracts around my length. If I come right now, I’d be a damn fool.
“Look up.”
“You’re kinda bossy.” She huffs a laugh.
“Oh, you think so.”
“Yeah.” Turning her body slightly, she angles back to look at me with a smile tugging at her lips.
I reply with a squeeze to her side. “You gonna listen?” I ask, adding a bit of snark. I watch her eyes catch our reflection in the mirror that’s situated in front of her bed. When she does, her gaze widens. “I think you like that I am. Now watch.” Not giving her another second to think, I lift her hips slightly and grind into her.
Her moans fill the room, sweat covers her skin and the light reflects off her, giving her a glow like the fucking goddess she is. She bounces on top of me and I meet her thrust for thrust, pumping into her with such force she almost topples over me. Anchoring her to me, I wrap my hand around her as I grab a handful of her belly. She’s so soft and I want to feel every single inch of her, like she is me. Lowering my hand, I rub circles on her clit as she rocks herself closer to her climax. “More, I-I need more.”
