Page 11 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith

“Please,” she begged. She leaned over further, wrenching her bikini bottom over to the side so that her sex and ass were on perfect display. “You know you want it… Sir.”

Oh, fuck. This girl. I was so hard I thought I might explode just from looking at her.

“Are you being naughty, Faith? You know what naughty girls get, don’t you?”

She tossed her hair over her shoulder and looked at me, a wicked sparkle in her eye. “Why don’t you show me, Sir?” She wriggled her ass, and that was all I needed.

“I’m going to fuck you senseless.” I grabbed her hips, notched my cock at her entrance, and entered her all the way at once.

“Ah!” Faith cried. I worried that I hurt her, but then she started grinding against my cock.

She reached back and stroked my balls.

“What. The. Fuck.” I thrust into her tight pussy savagely. Her hand stroked my sac, and the simultaneous sensations made my vision tunnel. I lost my mind as I drove into her. My little virgin was full of surprises…

The horizon tipped as she moaned and took my cock. I heard her call my name, her pussy spasming around me. I was lost. The riptide took me under as I drove into her, deep and relentless.

Faith stroked my balls, which had tightened, coiled, and ready to spasm. “Fuck, Faith. What are you doing to me?” I reached down and fingered her clit hard, almost cruelly, and her body erupted in spasms against mine.

“Cassius!” Her cry erupted as she shattered around my cock.

I came in her, hot and hard, filling her with my seed.

I pulled her limp body against me, tenderly cradling her as I brought her back to the shaded lounger. I pulled her down next to me, toweling us both off.

Faith looked up at me, her eyes large and peaceful. She tenderly stroked my face with her hand.

She didn’t say anything, nor did I. But at that moment, I knew the truth: I was in love with her.

This girl. She really was going to be the death of me.

CHAPTER SEVEN

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Faith

The next few days passed in a blur of lovemaking, cuddling, and tangled limbs. We didn’t leave the house. Cassius and I barely left his bed. When we did, we only made it as far as the pool house. We had sex in it. We had sex everywhere—in the kitchen, the study, the dining room, the pool, the hot tub. On every surface in the living room. In his incredible steam shower. I’d started playing a game called Count the Orgasms, but it seemed that Cassius had literally fucked me senseless because I couldn’t keep track.

For a CEO billionaire, Cassis didn’t seem to work too much. He was solely focused on me. We had food sent over, and his maid service visited daily. When the cleaners showed up, he took me upstairs and fucked me in the closet, clapping his hand over my mouth so they wouldn’t hear me scream as I came.

I couldn’t get enough of him. We were constantly next to each other—holding hands, lying side by side, sleeping curled around each other. Cassius was like the appendage I never knew I had or needed so much. When he penetrated me, I felt whole. When he climaxed and pulled out, I wanted to cry. At least until he brought me against his chest and kissed me tenderly.

I was getting in deep—way, way too deep. I feared I could never climb out of the well of feelings I’d uncovered inside of myself. In a short time, Cassius Blackwood had become my whole world. That wasn’t healthy, and I knew it. I knew it was dangerous to fall in love with him.

But it was already too late.

What we didn’t do was talk, not about the club, not about my non-existent contract, not about my pregnancy test. Cassius did ask me how Lucas was doing, which I appreciated. He encouraged me to call my brother every day. When I did, the billionaire checked his messages. Once we were both done, we were all over each other again.

Three days passed, or was it four? But one morning, Cassius said, “I’ve arranged for Macy and Tate to visit you. They’ve been worried because they haven’t seen you.”

“Oh,” I said. “That’s nice. When are they coming?”

“This morning. I’ll go to the club to work in my office for a few hours so you can have some privacy.”

We looked at each other for a beat. Why was it that, faced with being separated from him for a short time, I suddenly felt like I might cry?

“Okay,” I said, trying to be brave.

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