CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: Cassandra
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
“You so fucking beautiful.”
The moment Devin said those words—and slid his fingers inside me and curled them up to hit my G-spot—the memories came rushing back.
Only one other man had ever told me that I was “fucking beautiful”.
The boy from UCLA, the one with the big dick and the massage fetish.
Kevin… Evan… Derrick… Devin. Duh.
That bearded surfer boy was Devin McMasters.
Again.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
Is this a small world or what?
* * *
I didn’t think the orgasms would ever stop.
I could feel his fingers wiggling deep inside me.
His long cock was in my hand.
I just kept cumming and cumming.
And then I fucking squirted! Something I ‘d never done before in my life, but holy hell, what a feeling as that hot juice shot from my pussy like water through a firehose. It was like one of those pulsating fountains in Las Vegas.
Then, I started peeing. I didn’t think about it. I didn’t feel it coming on. It just started and I just let it go. The warm pee started to trickle out on its own, then a little more, then a little more, then it was Katie-bar-the door, Russian racehorse caliber peeing. With everything else I had going on down there, it felt fucking amazing.
When Devin finally eased the pressure off my G-spot, the orgasms started to subside. I was disappointed, but also out of breath and utterly exhausted. I glanced between my legs. I had made a huge mess, but didn’t care. Forget the fact that the towels beneath me were soaked and Devin’s arm was drenched to the elbow. I didn’t care about any of that. I only cared that I had just had the best orgasms—PLURAL—of my life.
And I had found the only man who had ever made me feel that way.
Devin McMasters…
I gazed into his eyes.
He smiled.
I smiled.
He pressed his lips to my sweaty forehead.
My hand found his cock again.
I whispered in his ear. “Can I fuck you now?”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I slid sideways on the table and hooked my thumbs into the waistband of Devin’s slacks and pushed them down his narrow hips. His cock sprang free: long, hard, girthy, with thick veins along the shaft and a purple head the size of a small plumb. I leaned back so I could see it, cupped in my hand, my fingers around it, milking it back and forth from base to head.
“That feels amazing,” Devin sighed, his hands on my tits, his lips on mine, the words tumbling out over his heavy breathing. “Put me inside you.”
I slid my cunt to the edge of the table and spread my legs wide. I pulled Devin’s cock to me, swirling the large head around my hole to lube him up. I took a deep breath and pulled him closer. My pussy spread like a flower to accept his cock head, then suctioned around his shaft. I brought my legs up around him and prodded my heels into his ass.
“Fuck me hard,” I said, leaning back with my palms braced on the table, exposing my melon tits to him. Devin ripped off his shirt and tossed it aside. I licked my lips when I saw his body, all lean muscle, tanned from the sun, hairless in a manly way. Even his pubes were buzzed short, making his giant cock look even bigger as the first few inches of it disappeared inside me.
“Shit…” I moaned. “Fuck… you’re so… fucking big… my pussy… god... you feel… sooooo good…”
“I remember you now,” he said with a smile, his hips rocking back and forth, thrusting into me until he could go no more, then pulling out to do it all over again. I watched his cock slide in and out, glistening, dripping, disappearing, reappearing, like a wonderful magic trick.
“Oh god… I’m close… I’m gonna…” he said, putting his hands on my tits and giving them a squeeze. His hips moved faster. His cock was like a piston driving into me.
“I’m cumming… oh fuck… Devin… I’m…” I tossed my head back and dug my heels into his ass like a jockey prodding a horse toward the finish line. The orgasm came from my toes and my fingers and the top of my head and erupted from my cunt. My body shook, my tits flounced on my chest, my ass slapped against the table. I gushed hot juices over the length of his cock and growled his name.
“I’m…” That was all Devin could say before his body tensed and he drove his cock into me so hard it hit my cervix and made me bounce on the table.
I could feel his hot milky load filling up my box, catching me on fire, radiating throughout my body.
I could feel his cock in my pussy, my stomach, my chest, my throat.
God, I could taste his jizz on the back of my tongue.
I came again.
And again.
And again.
By the time it was over, our naked bodies were covered in oil and sweat and an assortment of bodily fluids and Devin was leaning against me, his forehead resting on my shoulder.
I could feel his hot breath on my nipples.
I put my hands on his cheeks and lifted his head.
He was smiling.
“What?” I asked.
He gazed into my eyes and sighed.
He said, “It’s so fucking good to see you again.”