the moment of glorious rebellion. She’s not submissive in every aspect of her life. No, Cassie is more … naïve, unsure, in search of comfort and safety, but in bed? She’s submissive.
“Yes, what?” I repeat.
“Yes, sir,” she says with a sigh on the end of sir, as if it’s a relief somehow to her, saying it.
I kiss either side of her pussy as a reward, kiss her on her soft inner thighs, and then I go back to licking her clit, while I finger fuck her. She grabs the bedsheets and cries out as she comes hard and sudden. Her muscles grip my fingers convulsively, and I can’t wait for her to be gripping my cock the same way.
I pull out of her and take my wet fingers and lift them to her lips. I paint those puffy lips of hers with my fingers as if I’m applying lip gloss.
“Lick it off, Cassie,” I order.
She does as I say, and she moans when I push the two fingers I fucked her with into her mouth. She sucks on them like she’s sucking dick, and I swear if I don’t get inside her I’m going to explode.
Normally, I like to fuck from behind. I like to watch their assess jiggle as I fuck them, and finger their assholes when they come, but now… I want to see Cassie’s face. If I go on top, I might catch her breast where Denis left those God-awful bruises, so I flip us until she’s once more astride me.
She still hasn’t caught her breath, and I do something rare. I turn the light on. It’s the bedside lamp and a soft glow, but I want to see her.
Her cheeks are flushed, and a small red stain has spread across her chest. Cassie flushes when she comes, and I like it. I also file it away.
I reach into the nightstand, fish around for my wallet, and take out a condom. Always glove up, it’s my golden rule. For the first time in forever though, I wish I didn’t have to. I’d love to do what I’ve fantasized about and fuck her bare, then make her walk around this house with my cum slicking her thighs.
I won’t, though. Instead, I tear the condom and roll it down my length. Needing her mouth, I tangle my fist in her hair and pull her to me, taking her in an aggressive kiss. To my surprise and delight, she more than matches my hunger, and our teeth clack as we taste one another. Her lips are so soft, but her tongue and teeth nip, lick, and demand, and I give her what she wants. I want to crawl inside her, to stamp myself on every part of her.
I’ve never been this hungry for a woman before. Fucking for me is like eating. It’s a pleasure, but fleeting. A good fuck is like a nice burger, it hits the spot, but it’s not something you’d remember weeks later, or that you’d rhapsodize about.
I like sex. I like to have a lot of it, but there’s always been a small part of me that’s wondered, why all the fuss? Why the obsession? I’ve seen grown men throw everything away to have some woman who caught their eye. In fact, I’ve facilitated a few such downfalls myself.
It’s always been a point of pride with me that I’d never be one of those men. Pathetic and needy. I’d never walk over burning coals for a fleeting taste of pussy, not when it’s so plentiful to me. The scary thing is, I’d crawl over those coals for more of Cassie.
I help her balance by holding her hips as she lifts herself and sinks down on my cock.
Fuck me, she’s so wet, but still so tight. I look at where we’re joined as she raises up and sinks back down. Her lips are puffy, like the ones on her face, and her pussy is a deep pink. I want to be nowhere but balls deep in her for the next few months.
She lifts off me and slams back down, picking up the pace now and working for it. Her tits bounce, those gorgeous, full, ripe tits, and I want to palm them and test their weight, but I won’t; not while she’s sore.
Instead, I hold onto her waist, my big hands almost spanning it, and help guide her as she fucks me. When she’s panting and straining, reaching for something she can’t quite get, I use