Page 72 of Most Likely to Fear Love

I slipped two fingers inside her, curling them to hit that sweet spot while my tongue continued its assault on her clit.

Even through the haze of pleasure, she was holding back, trying her best not to make a sound. Just the ragged breathing and the occasional whimper. That was not enough for me. Not even fucking close.

Pushing to my feet, I wrapped my arm around her waist and pulled her upright, tilting her face with my other hand so I could kiss her.

“See how good you taste?” I murmured against her lips.

Another whimper was all I got in reply. Slipping my hand back between her legs, I strummed her clit, squeezing her breast with my other hand, rubbing at her nipple. When she was almost on the edge again, I slowed down

“Will you do something for me?”

“Anything,” she gasped.

“I want you to scream for me. I want you to let me know exactly how good it feels when I pound your pussy. Can you do that for me, darlin’?”

“Y-yes.”

“Good girl,” I growled, nipping at her earlobe.

I spun Cassidy around, lifting her onto the back of the sofa. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I fumbled with my belt, desperate to free myself. The moment my cock sprang free, I lined up with her entrance and thrust home.

We both cried out at the sensation. Cassidy was tight, wet, and perfect around me. I gave her a moment to adjust before I started moving, setting a punishing pace.

“That’s it, darlin’,” I panted. “Let me hear you.”

Cassidy’s inhibitions seemed to melt away. Her moans grew louder with each thrust, echoing through the cabin. Her nails dug into my shoulders, spurring me on.

“Harle!” she cried out. “Oh god, yes!”

I gripped her hips tighter, angling my thrusts to hit that spot inside her that made her see stars. Her walls clenched around me, and I knew she was close.

“Come for me, Cassidy.” My words were a command, my voice rough with desire. “Let go.”

Her back arched, and she screamed my name as her orgasm slammed into her. The sight of her coming undone, combined with the feel of her pulsing around me, pushed me over the edge. I buried myself deep inside her, groaning as I found my release.

We stayed like that for a few long moments, both panting heavily. I rested my forehead against hers. The scent of her surrounded me, sweet and intoxicating. When I finally lifted my head to look at her, my heart squeezed. Her cheeks were flushed pink, lips swollen from our kisses, and those green eyes were soft and hazy. Beautiful. Dangerous.

I eased out of her carefully, steadying her as her feet touched the ground. Her legs trembled slightly and she swayed into me. The urge to wrap her in my arms, to hold her close and breathe her in, was almost overwhelming. But she’d made it clear she didn’t want that, so I kept my hands light on her waist, giving her just enough support to find her balance.

“You okay?” My voice came out rougher than intended.

She nodded, a shy smile playing on those well-kissed lips. “Um, yeah. I’m great, actually.”

I couldn’t resist tucking a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear, letting my fingers trail along her cheek. Every touch felt like playing with fire, but I couldn’t seem to help myself.

“Let’s get cleaned up.” I gestured for her to go ahead of me, needing a moment to collect myself.

“You’re only doing that so you can check out my ass.” The playful note in her voice made me grin.

“Damn straight.”

In the bathroom, I turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature while stealing glances at her. Even after everything we’d just done, uncertainty flickered across her face as she stepped under the spray. Something in my chest ached at that look. Fuck the guy who put that doubt in her.

I joined her under the warm water, cupping her face in my hands. Pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead, I murmured against her skin, “You’re beautiful.”

She leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed, and that ache in my chest spread. To distract myself from dangerous thoughts, I reached for her body wash. The familiar scent filled the air as I lathered it between my palms, then ran my hands over her skin. She sighed contentedly, relaxing under my touch.

As I washed her, I tried to ignore how right this felt. Having her here, in my home, in my shower. The way she fit against me. The soft sounds she made as my hands moved over her body.

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