Page 60 of The Pawn
Cassian feasts like a man starved and when I come, which is too soon and too violent, I cry out, my body spasming as I moan my release. He stands, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before wrapping that hand around the nape of my neck, hauling me up to a seat to kiss me. I taste myself on him and I kiss him hard, draping my legs around his waist, feeling the thick rod of his cock against my too-sensitive clit and wanting more.
When he breaks our kiss, the sound is audible and we’re both panting, faces inches from one another.
“Tell me, how should I punish you?” he asks, voice low and hoarse.
I set my hands on either side of his head and pull him to me to kiss him, mouth open, all teeth and tongue.
“Make me come,” I tease.
He pulls me to my feet and spins me around, bending me over the desk and pushing my dress higher up my back. He grips my panties and pulls them tight, so I gasp and grip the desk when they dig into my pussy.
“Making you come is not exactly punishment, is it, Little Moth?” he asks, breath hot against my ear before he pulls away and spanks my ass.
“Ow!” I turn back, but he doesn’t let me up, so I grip the edges of the desk as he does it again, slapping my ass, my panties fisted in his hand, the sensation of the spanking and my swollen clit rubbing against the lace of my panties almost taking me over the edge again so I’m left panting, moaning, pain and pleasure colliding.
“Bad girl,” Cassian says, pushing me all the way down and ripping my panties off before spreading my cheeks, pushing two fingers inside me.
I look back, watch him finger me before he slides those wet fingers out and rubs my clit.
“You want me to make you come again?” he asks, punctuating his words with spanks. “Ask me. Ask me to make you come again. No. Beg me,” he says.
“Never.”
“Never?” he taunts, this time hooking his fingers into my asshole and my pussy at once.
I gasp. “Fuck!”
He chuckles. “Now, Allegra, we’re getting ahead of ourselves.” He finger fucks me slowly and I hate him. Fuck. I hate him. “Beg or…” he trails off, draws his fingers out and spanks mycheek.
“Fuck.”
He rubs my clit with fingers wet from me and I moan. “Say the words, Little Moth.”
“Fuck you yes.” I groan when he stops. “Please! Make me come please!”
“Good girl. That wasn’t so hard, was it? But…” He draws his fingers out, a full smile on his face.
“You said?—”
He spanks my ass once more before hauling me up, spinning me to face him and kissing me again.
“I know what I said, but before I make you come, I’m going to watch you swallow my cock,” he says, pushing me to my knees, keeping one hand in my hair to tug my head backward at just the right angle.
I watch him undo his belt, unzip his slacks and push them and his briefs down far enough to free his cock. He grips it, fisting it back and forth, back and forth, smearing my arousal over it.
“Open.”
I do. I lick my lips and open my mouth.
“Wider.”
Before doing as he says, I lick the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue, licking up salty pre-cum.
“Fuck, Allegra,” His hand turns into a fist in my hair, and he tilts my head back a little. I open for him, open wide to take him. He pushes into me, his eyes midnight now ringed with an almost unnatural turquoise. “Jesus Christ.” He groans and I think it’s taking all he has not to fuck my face like he wants to. But I want it too.
I wrap my hands around his thighs, grab his ass and urge him deeper, and he gives me what I want. When hiscock presses against my throat, I choke, my fingernails leaving half-moons in his thighs in a panic.
“Trust me,” he says through clenched teeth, drawing out far enough to let me catch my breath, tugging my head backward to make me look up at him.
