Page 88 of Racing Heat
I groan watching her look at me, licking her lips. Slowly, she takes the head of my cock into her mouth and circles it with her tongue.
“Fuck,” I hiss out. “I’m not going to last long if you keep going that slow.”
Her laugh comes out throaty, and slowly she moves her mouth farther down my cock until I’m buried. It’s warm and wet in her mouth. I think I might have died and gone to heaven. She bobs her head and picks up the pace. I take my hands and wind them in her hair, helping her pick up the pace. She just moans along and allows me to control the situation.
“Fuck,” I rasp out. “I’m going to come.”
Cassie doesn’t move. She just keeps on stroking me up and down. I can’t hold out much longer, so I use her hair to pick up the pace. That’s all it takes to do me in. I empty into her mouth, letting out a slew of curse words. She swallows it all and sits back on her heels, watching me.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, love,” I tell her.
Cassie just beams proudly. I take my shirt off and make a grab for her, pulling her to her feet.
“Lie over on the chaise,” I command.
“Your wish is my command.” She lies over it, wiggling her ass a bit.
“That is one hell of a view love. Can I take a picture of you? You look incredible.”
A pair of blue eyes glance at me from over her shoulder. She looks even sexier like that. Hair all a mess from where my hands used it to command her mouth. Her perfect ass on display for me. It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven.
“Sure” is all she says.
I fish my phone out of the pocket of my shorts and snap a picture of her lying over the chaise. “Can you look back here for a second?” I ask her, and I’m greeted with that same beautiful view. I take as many pictures as I can, until she shakes her head at me.
“I think you’ve got enough.”
“Thank you.” I lean down and claim her lips. I join her on the patio, realizing how rough this could be on both our knees. We need some padding. “Be right back,” I say, getting up and going to the other chaise. I grab the cushions and bring them over to her. After placing one down, I kneel on it. I tap her ass, asking her to move to the side, then place it under her knees.
“Much better. That might have hurt,” she tells me.
“Last thing I want to do is hurt you,” I tell her. I mean it, too.
Leaning over her, I kiss the back of her neck. She arches into me, so I wind my hands around her and grab on to her breasts, stroking them. She brushes her ass against my cock. I’m ready for her again.
“Jase,” she moans out.
“I’m going to give it to you, love.” I line myself up with her sex and slowly push into her. I pump in and out of her slowly. The purposefully low pace is killing me. She’s begging for more friction, attempting to move her hips back and forth faster. My hands go to her hips, and I set a punishingly quick pace. “Are you okay?”
I worry the pace I set is going to hurt her. I’m rewarded with a moan. I know she’s doing just fine. I keep slamming in and out of her, feeling her tighten around me not once but twice. My release isn’t far behind. I slam in and out harder and harder. She’s moaning, muffling her screams by burying her face into the cushion.
“Fuck, Cassie, you are perfect,” I breath out as I come around her.
I lay my body against hers and let my breathing come back to normal. She stirs beneath me, wiggling her ass.
“We’re going to have a problem soon,” she reminds me.
“Yeah, we should move.” I grab my shirt from the discarded pile and use it to clean us up with.
I help her to her feet, then Cassie grabs for her clothes and pulls them on, all but her underwear and bra. “I’m starving,” I tell her. Her perky tits are still erect and ready for me.
“I am too. Guess you’re going to have to feed me.”
“I guess that can be arranged.” I walk over to the table and pour her a glass of wine. “Here you go.”
“Thank you.” She takes it and sips on it. “This is so good.”
I take a sip from the deep red liquid too. “I’m glad you like it. This bottle was given to me, so I had no idea how it would be. Pizza?” I ask, gesturing toward where our dinner has been waiting.
