Evangeline

In his room, Cash closes the door and begins to strip me from head to toe. He starts by lifting my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. He unbuttons my pants, his body so close to mine, and I can’t help but reach toward him, run my hands over his chest. I’m moaning as he unsnaps my jeans, as they slide over my butt and drop to the floor.

His hands run over my tits, tugging down the lacy cups of my white bra to roll his tongue over my nipples. A shiver runs over me as he sucks my tits. His hand reaches back, unclasps the hook, and he runs both hands over my breasts, his face buried in them as if he can’t get enough.

Every second he spends nuzzled against them causes my pussy to clench in desire and my core to expand, as I remember being filled with Cash’s massive cock.

I’ve been dreaming of it for weeks. And now … I can have it, no questions asked.

“Cash,” I groan. “I need all of you.”

He smiles down at me. “And this time there won’t be sand getting in your cunt.”

I laugh, blushing at the memory of the beach.

“What will be getting in my cunt this time?” I tease.

“Me. Only me, baby.” He pulls off his shirt and his jeans. His cock is hard under his briefs, and I can’t help but slide my hand under the waistband.

I need to feel his hardness, need to know that it’s real and it’s mine for the taking.

His thick cock is in my hand, and he pushes down his briefs so I can have better access. I move my hand up and down his shaft, my pussy dripping with excitement.

“Let me suck you, Cash. I know you’re going in my cunt, but I need you in my mouth first. Let me taste you, please.”

He pulls me up, kisses me hard, cradling my face in his hand. “Oh, girl, you never need to ask permission for that.”

I follow him to the bed, where he lays down. He tells me to take off my panties, and I stand before him. His massive cock is at attention—and, my God, it’s so fucking big. The lights are low, and everything in the room seems to glow.

And everything in me just aches, wanting him now.

But first, I do as he says. I take off my panties, stand before him completely bare.

“Evangeline,” he says, looking at me head-to-toe with hooded eyes. “You are a fucking goddess.”

I blush, lowering my face.

When I raise my eyes, the mood has shifted between us. There’s nothing here besides deep desire and open souls. There are so many things we need to say. But right now, with us both naked before one another, there’s no space for anything but slow exhales and slick skin and hands running across the complicated spaces of our hearts.

I fall on top of Cassius, kiss his lips tenderly before he guides me around, so my mouth is on his cock.

Exactly where I wanted to be.

I can’t be self-conscious or insecure about the fact that my ass is in his face, my pussy right on his mouth. I’ve never been in such a vulnerable position in my life.

But with Cash … I just feel safe. Which is wrong, logically. I didn’t fight for him, he hung up on me. He has a past full of fights, and my heart is bruised. Both of us are broken, but both of us are on the path of healing.

The path of being whole.

Being here, with my mouth widening around his pulsing cock, seems to fill an unmet need I’ve been craving for so long, unknowingly.

When I’m with Cash, I feel like myself. This is the second day I’ve seen him, in my entire life, and within the hour, we’re once again undressed, shedding down to our skin—because when we’re together, there isn’t room for clothes and pretenses and small talk.

He and I, we cut straight to the chase.

I move my mouth up and down over his cock, my hands running lower to his tight balls. Just touching them turns me on, causes my sucking to slow so I can savor every single thing about this night.

His mouth is on me, and oh my God, I knew logically what was coming, but when he starts sucking my folds, his tongue circling my clit, I can’t help but release a deep moan.

“Don’t stop, Cash,” I beg. “Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.

He doesn’t. He licks up and down my slit, over and over again, and I know I’m just dripping all over his face, but he doesn’t stop. It makes me suck harder, stroking his hard shaft as his mouth fucks me.

He smacks my ass, causing another low moan to escape my mouth, and he must like the reaction, because he raises my ass again, smacking it again, before pressing a finger into my dripping gap.

In and out, over and over, he flutters his finger inside me, loosening my tight pussy. I keep sucking, knowing he’s getting closer. His cock is throbbing in my mouth, and I press my face against him, so I can take him as deep as possible, until my throat burns. It takes the edge off, because my cunt is so close to climax that I can’t think straight or see straight.

I feel another finger inside me, going in and out, and my pussy is just gushing with release. I never knew I could come so much, but fuck, Cash knows how to work my pussy over.

I can’t suck anymore, because I’m losing my mind, delirious with this overwhelming sensation of his fingers fucking me so hard.

Cash nudges my ass, and I roll over, onto my back. He spreads my legs, pressing his hand over my wet pussy, his eyes so full of desire, like he wants to devour me whole.

I would let him. I want him to take any piece of me he wants. There is nothing I would deny this man. Ever.

He presses his cock into my pussy, and my back arches, because he doesn’t move gently. He fills me hard and fast and it takes a moment to get my bearings, but soon enough I’m gripping the sheets with tight fists, and he thrusts deep into me.

I scream out as the orgasm crashes over me. There’s no gentle wave of pleasure. No, this is hard and fast, and everything.

“I want to taste you, though, baby. Let me taste you,” I beg him. My tits bounce as he thrusts again and again, pounding my pussy in a way I never thought I would like, but that I love.

“You want to taste my come?” he growls.

I whimper a yes, and he pulls out of me, his hard cock in his hand.

I sit up, wanting to take his come in my mouth. He pumps his cock, and ropes of his creamy come rush out, covering my mouth, my tits. Watching him come turns me on, and I need more.

I press my mouth against his cock, letting his release fill my mouth, so I can taste his salty manhood, so I can swallow his seed.

So I can be filled with him, completely.