Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29729 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
When I feel his dick press against my ass cheek, I start to tense again, nervous. But then he leans down beside me, runs his hands through my hair, brushing it away from my face gently.
“Relax, Manila,” he whispers. “Trust me.”
And I do. My whole body goes limp, pliable. I hear him open a bottle, spread lube on his cock. My smile widens as I realize that he planned this, too. He knew what he wanted tonight, because he’s always thinking about me, all the things he wants to do to me.
When the head of his cock presses against the tight purse of my ass, it feels cold at first, wet. I gasp. But he doesn’t give me time to get worried again. He’s already pressing into me, past the ring. A loud moan escapes my lips as he slides farther and farther into me. My hands fist around the sheets, and the sensation feels like nothing else, pleasure and pain at once, like he’s completely filling me up.
Finally, he slides all the way inside, his balls tapping lightly against my pussy, already sensitive from my multiple orgasms earlier. I arch my back against him, but he remains still inside me, waiting.
“Tell me how it feels, Manila.”
“Fucking amazing,” I pant, still trying to catch my breath.
“Do you want me to fuck you now?”
“Yes. Please, Cassius, fuck my ass.”
He slides out of me, slow, slow, an inch at a time. Then, without warning, he thrusts back into me hard. I writhe against the sheets, crying out in pleasure. He works into a rhythm, pulling out slow, slamming in hard, and soon I’m digging my fists into the pillow beneath me, my body rocking with every thrust, completely under his control.
He slides one hand beneath me to finger my mound, just above my sensitive clit. I’m so sensitive from earlier that only a few circles of his finger have me close to the edge again, panting at the conflicting sensations. Soreness in my ass, pleasure in my clit, my pussy, the entire rest of my body.
I scream when the orgasm hits me, shouting Cassius’s name, profanities, begging him to keep fucking me. He obeys, thrusting hard and deep inside my ass until I’m writhing against the sheets. Then his hand grabs my hair, yanks me back so I lean up off the bed, moaning as he continues to fuck me, his other hand tight around my hip, using me for purchase, slamming into me again and again until—
“I’m coming. I’m gonna come in your tight ass.” His voice is a growl, animalistic.
I arch my hips, give him full access. Cry out with him as he comes inside me, his hot cum coating the inside of my ass.
When he pulls out and flips onto the bed beside me, we’re both limp, exhausted. Soaked with sweat. I roll over against his side, and he cradles me in his arms, kissing the top of my head gently.
“That was amazing,” I murmur into his chest.
“No.” He cups my chin, tilts my face toward his. “You’re amazing. I didn’t know it could be this good, with anyone.”
“Neither did I,” I breathe. For a moment, we just watch each other, lost in each other’s eyes. I never want this moment to end.
Then he leans in and kisses my lips, softly. “Just one problem,” he whispers into my mouth.
I kiss him back. “What’s that?” I murmur.
His smile widens, and he reaches down to cup my pussy. “Next time we fuck tonight, I want to come in your pussy.”
I grin and wriggle against him. “Hmm. I think that can be arranged…”
10
Cassius is late for work today. I pad out of the office, where I headed to get an early start on some filing that’s overdue, and find him in the twins’ room, cradling Luca in one arm and Lucie in the other. For a moment, I hesitate in the doorway, not wanting to interrupt. They look so peaceful, the twins both awake but silent, not complaining or crying for attention. They’re beaming up at Cassius, worshipful and happy, making quiet little gurgles of pleasure now and then as he coos to them.
They look… natural. Like we’ve always had this. Our little family. Cassius looks every bit the doting father right now.
I shake myself. This feels like dangerous territory. The sex is one thing—one spectacular, mind-blowing thing. But starting to think of him as a parent, a father to my kids, that’s a whole new leap of faith. I’d need to really know he was in, all in. I’ve handled breakups in the past, seen guys come and go after swearing up and down they’d be faithful. But I couldn’t put my children through that. If the twins started to see him as their father, what would they think if he turned out to be like my exes? Just another asshole.