Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“I love you so much, Cass,” I managed to say between the grunts and groans we were both making as we got closer and closer to reaching that unique level of pleasure that would be ours and ours alone. I began jerking him off at a pace that matched his finger ramming into me. My own cock was sliding along my hand as well as Cass’s dick. I could feel the pressure mounting in my balls and judging by the way his cock throbbed as it fucked my slick hand, we were right there.
“Love you,” Cass said just before he shifted his finger inside of me.
My body lit up like a firecracker had been set off inside of it. “Oh God,” I cried as I arched my back. I could feel the orgasm racing up my spine. The pressure in my nuts gave way to breath-stealing relief. I was forced to let go of Cass’s dick so I could grab his still denim-clad ass by one of the belt loops as I wrapped my legs around him and locked my ankles together.
His finger hit the same spot inside of me one more time and then I was flying as streams of cum began spewing all over my chest and abdomen. Cass shouted against my neck as he came. His hot semen added to my own but as he continued to ride out his release, his jizz hit my chin and covered his upper body as well. His finger continued to slide in and out of me, hitting what I now realized was my prostate with every pass. Aftershocks kept jerking through my body as we both took in every sensation our bodies continued to bombard us with… the sensations we’d given each other. I had no idea how long the orgasm continued to roll over me, but the moment his finger eased out of my body, I felt the loss immediately.
Even though I was too breathless to speak, I gently pulled on Cass’s sweaty hair. He got the message and lifted his head enough to look at me. He looked relaxed and at peace—two things I’d never seen in his expression from the moment I’d met him as a kid. He’d always seemed to carry some kind of invisible weight on his shoulders, even when he was sitting at our kitchen table and laughing along with the rest of us as my father tried to tell American jokes but always got the punchlines wrong.
“Mmmmm,” Cass managed to get out before he placed a soft kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth to speak when he somehow found the strength to lift my head off the table enough that I could reach his neck. “Taste me,” he whispered. “Taste, see, feel what you do to me.”
There was a long, thick line of white cum slowly sliding down Cass’s neck. There was no teasing or innuendos. No hesitation. I eagerly closed my lips over the white fluid and licked up as much as I could. I continued to feast on him until there were no more spots left to slake my hunger. I dropped my head back on the table only to be met with a deep, seeking kiss. I knew Cass had to be able to taste his own cum on my tongue and lips.
Although I’d never kissed any of the guys I’d been with at the clubs, I’d heard plenty of them calling me a hungry cum slut as they’d fed me their release, either up the ass or down my throat. A few of them had sucked their jizz out of my ass afterwards, yet most had made it clear that they liked giving their spunk away to anyone who wanted a taste, but they didn’t partake themselves… although their language hadn’t been quite that classy.
Either way, Cass wasn’t most guys. He wasn’t like any other guy. God had broken the mold after He’d created Cass.
A fact Cass continued to prove to me with every passing minute.
When he ended the sizzling kiss, I cupped the back of his neck and ran my fingers over the soft skin there. I waited until his eyes were on mine before I said, “I trust you, my love. I know I haven’t said or shown it—”
Cass kissed me again gently. “You’ve shown me everything, JJ. You can say the words if you need to, but you’ve proven it to me more times than you realize.” He reached up to stroke his fingers over the scar left behind by the bullet wound. “I can’t lose you,” he said with a shake of his head as he tenderly caressed the scar. His voice cracked and I knew the dampness that coated his cheeks was no longer sweat. “I just can’t,” he repeated and then he lowered his head to my chest, right over my heart.