me to suck your clit?”
His eyes were dancing with mischief. He liked me like this, bratty and transgressive.
“Tell me what else you want me to do, Cassie.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, climbing towards him. “I want your cock in my
cunt
.”
“Yesss, that’s it,” he said, collapsing back, taking me with him.
I remembered the way Angela had wielded her power over Mark that time in the Mansion, when I was behind mirrored glass watching them. I channeled her now, mimicking her movements, the fierce way she tore into him. I shoved Jesse down on the bed, ignoring his erection, to take my own pleasure from his mouth, his darting tongue finding my grooves, his smooth fingers exploring my body, every curve and crevice, his tongue lashing back and forth over my clit, my whole body now over him, writhing with desire. He knew me so well, knew how fast to go, how slow. He knew how close to bring me to orgasm before spinning me around and throwing me down on the bed so he could enter me quickly, his hips grinding me.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Cassie,” he murmured, his arms ropy and ridged, his stomach muscles tensing with every feverish thrust.
As he fucked me, arousal flooded my core, until I had no choice but to come, on command, on
his
command.
“That’s right, Cassie, I got you … come for me, baby, come now …”
He was scorching, his eyes burning into me. I flung my arms up in surrender. Eyes open, I came so hard, so searingly, I felt something akin to disbelief—disbelief that he could do this to me, to my body, that he could make me come like this, my spasms gripping his cock so hard he nearly emptied into me. At the last second he tugged out with a moan and spilled onto my heaving stomach, in hot, helpless spurts.
“Holy shit,” he said, collapsing atop me.
I held his sweaty head between my breasts. After a few seconds of gasping, still in a state of astonishment, Jesse fell off me, sliding comically to the floor in a weak pile, both of us laughing at the mess we had made of each other.
“Holy shit,” he said.
I was about to reply,
I know, that was amazing
, but he was already up and sprinting to the bathroom to shower.
“Sorry, Cass. I almost fucking forgot! I have a thing at nine.”
“Oh,” I said, getting up to gather my belongings. “What do you have to do at nine? Another girl? Haha.”
“I’m helping out tonight. With S.E.C.R.E.T.”
“Oh,” I said. “I was kidding.”
My entire center dropped out as I took in what this meant. Solange. He was “helping out” with the new candidate. He was going to have sex with Solange. Oh, this did not feel good at all. Fuck, fuck,
fuck
.
“Relax,” Jesse yelled from the washroom, reading my mind. He shut off the taps. “I’m not the main attraction.”
What did that mean?
A few seconds later, he brought his naked, dripping body back to the bedroom. He hurriedly plucked his jeans off the floor and threw them on commando-style.
“Can you drive me to the French Quarter, Cass? That’s where it’s happening. You can take my truck home. I’ll cab it after.”
“I’m not going to
drive
you to your fantasy! We just fucked!”
And there it was, my Jealous Girlfriend Voice.
“Whoa! Calm down, Cassie. I would
not
have sex with you
and
a S.E.C.R.E.T. candidate on the same day. I’m not that much of a tacky fucking asshole. Tonight’s just a quick walk-on role. I’m just facilitating. Like I said, I’m not the main attraction.”
I was afraid to open my mouth.
“I knew this was too complicated,” he said. “Maybe we need to stick to being buddies.”
“No. It’s okay. I’m cool,” I said, shrugging on my T-shirt. My stomach grumbled so loudly we both noticed.
“You need food. That’s why you’re cranky,” he said. “If I dress in the truck we’ll have time for a quick bite. Come. Please?”
He was offering a truce and I wanted to prove I could handle this, both of us being in S.E.C.R.E.T., both of
His eyes were dancing with mischief. He liked me like this, bratty and transgressive.
“Tell me what else you want me to do, Cassie.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, climbing towards him. “I want your cock in my
cunt
.”
“Yesss, that’s it,” he said, collapsing back, taking me with him.
I remembered the way Angela had wielded her power over Mark that time in the Mansion, when I was behind mirrored glass watching them. I channeled her now, mimicking her movements, the fierce way she tore into him. I shoved Jesse down on the bed, ignoring his erection, to take my own pleasure from his mouth, his darting tongue finding my grooves, his smooth fingers exploring my body, every curve and crevice, his tongue lashing back and forth over my clit, my whole body now over him, writhing with desire. He knew me so well, knew how fast to go, how slow. He knew how close to bring me to orgasm before spinning me around and throwing me down on the bed so he could enter me quickly, his hips grinding me.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Cassie,” he murmured, his arms ropy and ridged, his stomach muscles tensing with every feverish thrust.
As he fucked me, arousal flooded my core, until I had no choice but to come, on command, on
his
command.
“That’s right, Cassie, I got you … come for me, baby, come now …”
He was scorching, his eyes burning into me. I flung my arms up in surrender. Eyes open, I came so hard, so searingly, I felt something akin to disbelief—disbelief that he could do this to me, to my body, that he could make me come like this, my spasms gripping his cock so hard he nearly emptied into me. At the last second he tugged out with a moan and spilled onto my heaving stomach, in hot, helpless spurts.
“Holy shit,” he said, collapsing atop me.
I held his sweaty head between my breasts. After a few seconds of gasping, still in a state of astonishment, Jesse fell off me, sliding comically to the floor in a weak pile, both of us laughing at the mess we had made of each other.
“Holy shit,” he said.
I was about to reply,
I know, that was amazing
, but he was already up and sprinting to the bathroom to shower.
“Sorry, Cass. I almost fucking forgot! I have a thing at nine.”
“Oh,” I said, getting up to gather my belongings. “What do you have to do at nine? Another girl? Haha.”
“I’m helping out tonight. With S.E.C.R.E.T.”
“Oh,” I said. “I was kidding.”
My entire center dropped out as I took in what this meant. Solange. He was “helping out” with the new candidate. He was going to have sex with Solange. Oh, this did not feel good at all. Fuck, fuck,
fuck
.
“Relax,” Jesse yelled from the washroom, reading my mind. He shut off the taps. “I’m not the main attraction.”
What did that mean?
A few seconds later, he brought his naked, dripping body back to the bedroom. He hurriedly plucked his jeans off the floor and threw them on commando-style.
“Can you drive me to the French Quarter, Cass? That’s where it’s happening. You can take my truck home. I’ll cab it after.”
“I’m not going to
drive
you to your fantasy! We just fucked!”
And there it was, my Jealous Girlfriend Voice.
“Whoa! Calm down, Cassie. I would
not
have sex with you
and
a S.E.C.R.E.T. candidate on the same day. I’m not that much of a tacky fucking asshole. Tonight’s just a quick walk-on role. I’m just facilitating. Like I said, I’m not the main attraction.”
I was afraid to open my mouth.
“I knew this was too complicated,” he said. “Maybe we need to stick to being buddies.”
“No. It’s okay. I’m cool,” I said, shrugging on my T-shirt. My stomach grumbled so loudly we both noticed.
“You need food. That’s why you’re cranky,” he said. “If I dress in the truck we’ll have time for a quick bite. Come. Please?”
He was offering a truce and I wanted to prove I could handle this, both of us being in S.E.C.R.E.T., both of
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