Page 29 of Paradise Found

“That’s it. Stroke yourself nice and easy. Yes, just like that. So wet, so ready for me.”

“Yes, I am. Oh my god, Lance,” she’s panting, her hand shaking with the need to thrust. “I need to—”

“Shh, baby. Not yet. Use your knuckles and rub that eager clit. Yeah. You’re so fucking hot. I want you so bad, Cassie. You have no idea.”

“Show me.”

“This isn’t about me. Use your other hand to open those lips. Aw fuck,yes. Two fingers, up and down. Yeah, that’s incredible. I can see your cunt clenching. Ride your hand now. Right fucking now, baby.”

She impales herself while swirling her wrist. Cassie is a living, panting wet dream. Her back arches and her moans fill the room, blending with the sound of her wet pussy assaulted by an eager hand.

“You’re so beautiful. Cassie, just like that. Now press the heel of your hand on your clit.”

“Oh, oh,” she sighs. “I’m so close, Lance.”

“Baby, yes. Come for me.”

And then she stops. Opens her eyes. Removes her hand. And shivers like an icy wind descended into the room.

“No,” she says. “I was close, but no. I’m not coming without you.”

Is she fucking kidding me?“What the hell, Cassie.”

“If this is the only time we’re ever intimate, even if you won’t touch me, I want to see all of you, Lance. Please.”

“Need to see how fucking hard I am for you?” I can’t breathe. I’ve never been more aroused, more enraged, more pained. “What if I don’t?”

“I won’t come,” she says stubbornly. “If you don’t trust me with your pleasure, I won’t trust you with mine.”

Before I know it, I’m roughly removing my belt and tugging at my pants and boxers. My cock is excruciatingly stiff, veinssnaking along its thickness. When my arousal is in full display, her eyes droop lower and her hand moves back to her cunt.

I begin the slow, firm pumps that will lead to the inevitable unraveling of my body. She might be the one lying down, yet Cassie is ruling over me. The movement of her hand determines the stroking of my grip. She swirls her hips, groans relentlessly, and watches my arousal twitch in response.

“You’re incredible,” she whispers. “How are you more incredible in reality than in my dreams?” she slurs like she’s drunk.

“I’m gonna start choking my dick real hard and fast, baby. I want to see your gorgeous tits bounce as you shove your pussy down your fingers. Do it.”

Her body moves perfectly, wiggling erotically.

I’m close. Lava surges down my spine. “You with me, Cassie?” I push through gritted teeth.

Her answer, “Yes, yes, I’m there,” is followed by a hitched breath and a choked scream. She crunches up repeatedly, as if electric surges are in her veins.

I let go. Long white ribbons lurch in the air and drop on her stomach, her breasts, her hair. I’m wreaking havoc as my climax keeps going. When one streak lands on her lips, Cassie sticks her tongue out to lick it into her mouth. She smiles and hums like she’s enjoying dessert.

Once my orgasm abates, reality punches me in the gut. I’m struck by inconvenient yet indisputable truths:

1. My best friend’s baby sister has my cum smeared all over her body.

2. Cassie’s breasts will make me hard for the rest of my life.

3. She’s too good to get dragged into the dumpster fire of my existence.

4. It’s going to kill me to stay away.

5. See number 1, an image etched in my brain till the day I die.