Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73724 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 369(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
I push myself up and pull out of her, and as I move backward, my eyes rove over her perfect body. I love that she’s soft and curvy.
When she gets up and I see my release coating her inner thighs, it fills me with such a possessive feeling, I grab her hips and yank her back to me. Leaning down, I bite her right ass cheek before giving the left one a slap.
“Your sexy ass will be the death of me.”
She lets out a chuckle before walking toward the hallway.
Christ, I want that ass on my face while I eat her out.
Not tonight, though. Cassia needs time to recover after I went to town on her pussy.
Wondering if she’s sore, I quickly gather our clothes and take them to the bedroom. I drop them on the floor in a pile before walking to the bathroom.
Standing on the other side of the shut door, I ask, “How do you feel?”
“Uh…okay.”
I hear the toilet flush and the water running as she probably washes her hands.
I open the door, and her head snaps to me while she reaches for the towel.
“Don’t bother,” I say. I reach into the shower and open the faucets.
Once the water is warm enough, I pull her beneath the spray. I pour some body wash into the palm of my hand, and as I start to wash her body, my eyes meet hers.
I rub suds over her breasts and take extra care between her legs. “Is there any pain?”
She tilts her head, then replies, “No. I’m just tender.”
The corner of my mouth lifts. “Christ, your pussy was made to take a good pounding. I’m fucking lucky.”
She lets out a chuckle. “If you say so.”
“Turn around,” I order.
She does as she’s told, and I massage her ass cheeks, watching as my fingers rub over her skin.
“One day soon, I want you to sit on my face so I can make you come with my mouth.”
“I’ll smother you,” she argues while turning back around to face me.
“That’s the plan.”
She lifts a hand to my neck and wraps her fingers around my throat as best she can. Standing up on her tiptoes, she sucks the skin over my pulse before whispering in my ear, “Only if you choke me with your cock.”
“Christ,” I groan. “That’s a deal.”
Letting go of my neck, she steps out of the shower. When she dries herself, I get to look at her body while washing my own.
My cock is still semi-hard, and it has me thinking Cassia is more potent than Viagra.
Chapter 24
CASSIA
I wake with a start when something slams so hard into my jaw that my lips knock against my teeth. As my eyes pop open, it’s to see Knight throw himself off the bed. There’s a loud thud, and I can hear his breathing is way too fast.
Shit!
I dart to his side of the bed, and climbing off, I quickly grab hold of Knight’s shoulder and try to shake him awake.
His arm darts out, and he shoves me so hard I fall backward while he moves onto his knees, and the next instant, he’s on top of me, and his arm swings backward.
“Knight!” I cry in an attempt to pull him out of the nightmare while trying to grab hold of his arm to stop him. “It’s me. It’s Cassia!” His arm freezes mid-swing as soon as I scream, “Lincoln!”
When his eyes open, I take hold of the sides of his neck. “It’s a nightmare.”
He drops onto his back beside me, and when I hear his choppy breaths, I quickly sit up and place my palm on his chest while leaning over him.
He lifts his arms and covers his face with his hands, his chest shuddering with every breath.
I move closer, and pushing my arm beneath his head, I press his face into the crook of my neck and start to stroke my other hand over his hair. “I’m here. Shh. I’m here.”
His arms wrap around my waist, and his body curls around mine. It takes minutes before his breathing starts slowing down.
Seeing him in such a state breaks my heart, and I keep trying to comfort him until he finally lifts his head and pulls a little back so he can sit upright.
He brushes his hand over his chest before he rubs the tip of his middle finger over the cut that’s situated over his heart.
No.
Is that one for Ronnie?
Moving onto my knees, I scoot a little closer as I place my hand on his shoulder. “Lincoln?”
I don’t dare ask if he’s okay because it’s clear as daylight he isn’t.
He clears his throat before he lifts his head. His voice is gruff as he murmurs, “I’m good.”
Shaking my head, I stand up and switch on the overhead light.
Knight climbs to his feet and turns toward me. The moment he looks at me, his already tense features turn deadly. He darts forward, and grabbing hold of my shoulder, he brings his other hand to my face but stops short of touching me.