Page 29 of Wild Desire
She nods, and I push all the way inside her.
The sensation is overwhelming, and I cry out at the same moment she does. My grip tightens on her thigh, and I hold on to her. Our eyes lock and hers are wide, in awe or pain, I’m not sure.
"I love you, Cassie." I want to make it known in this moment.
"Oh, yes," she breathes.
I feel her begin to relax. I pull out a little and thrust in again. She cries out, and her pussy squeezes so tight I have to hold on to the bed sheets.
"Fuck. Not going to last."
"Neither am I."
She’s panting hard, and so am I. I grab her other leg and throw it over my shoulder. This time, I thrust deep. I want to bury myself deep inside of Cassie. She cries out, and her hips slam upward to meet mine.
I drive in and out of her, thrusting harder and harder as her whimpers grow louder and louder.
My balls pull up tight as she pants my name.
“Come for me, baby."
Cassie screams my name as the orgasm shatters through her body. As she releases, I let myself go.
"Cassie!" I bellow as I erupt inside her, my cum exploding out of me to coat her womb.
We stay like this for a long time as waves of pleasure wrap around us. Only when my cock stops throbbing, do I slide out of her.
We lie facing each other on the bed and I pull her close, kissing her face.
"Are you okay?"
"More than okay.” She peers up at me shyly. “I feel like myself for the first time."
I kiss her gently as my heart expands.
"That’s what I want, my sweet, shy bookworm. You can always be yourself here, Cassie. I love you exactly as you are.”
She sighs contentedly and settles into my arms. We stay right there, holding each other tight until we fall asleep.
EPILOGUE
CASSIE
Three weeks later…
The aroma of smoking meat fills the air outside the clubhouse as Arlo lifts the lid off the smoker to check on the ribs.
He peels a piece of meat off and stuffs it in his mouth, chewing loudly as he makes appreciative noises.
“Meat’s ready.”
I look up from my book and shift against Paul. We’re sitting at one of the picnic tables outside the clubhouse a little away from the group. I’ve got my feet up on the bench, leaning against him while we both read.
“I’ll go help bring the salads out.”
His arm slides around my waist, and he pulls me against him as he nuzzles into my neck. “If you go, I’ll be left reading on my own. And that’s just anti-social.”
I wiggle around to face him, and he plants a soft kiss on my lips. “I hate to break it to you, but it’s considered rude to read through dinner with your friends.”
