by Penny Wylder
“Yes, please, fuck…” I manage to groan.
He slides his fingers out of me, then without warning thrusts them back inside, pulls them out again, thrusts in, finding a rhythm. All the while, he keeps his fingers bent, grazing my sensitive walls. “And once I’ve made you come enough times that I’m satisfied, do you know what I’m going to do?” He thrusts his hips against mine, in time with his hands. His finger-fucking feels like he’s fucking me with his cock, except he curls those fingers, winds them inside me, feeling all my walls at once, driving me wild.
I’m right at the edge, almost to orgasm, my whole body trembling in anticipation. So close so close fuck fuck fuck…
And then he stops.
I actually cry out in protest, my hips arching as I try to reach his hand. When I open my eyes—when did I close them? I don’t even remember—Cassius is gazing down at me in unmasked pleasure. His eyes devour me whole, drinking in every inch of my body, and I feel completely naked, even with my jeans still hanging off my hips.
“Do you want to come for me, Manila?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.
“Yes,” I pant, because I can’t do anything else. My body is still poised on the edge, screaming for the release he withheld.
His smile widens. “Tell me you want to come for me.”
“Please, Cassius, let me come for you.”
In one swift motion, he tugs my jeans off, taking my panties with them. Then, before I can react, he spreads my legs, tosses them over his shoulders, and slides down between my thighs.
His stubble grazes my inner thighs, rough and shocking. I shiver and arch my back, lifting my ass off the couch in my eagerness to press closer to him. But he’s still a tease. He takes his time, licks slowly up my thighs, one after the other. Letting me feel the contrast of his warm, soft tongue on my skin and his stubble grazing my other thigh. Making me hot and then cold again when his mouth leaves my skin. He kisses the crook where my thigh meets my hipbones, trails his tongue over my smooth-shaved mound, then slowly, tauntingly, trails his tongue up my slit. He licks each of my pussy lips individually, up, up, up, higher and closer to my clit… and then he slides his tongue back down, parting my ass with his hands, squeezing hard as his tongue slides over my ass too, tasting every inch of me. He’s hungry, he can’t get enough, and it’s making me wet as hell.
“Fuck, Cassius.” My eyes are half-lidded, and I dig my fingers into his hair, my breathing hard, heart pounding. “Your tongue feels amazing.”
He pauses to grin up at me, catching my eye. There’s something so damn hot about watching him between my thighs, that sexy smirk on his lips. “You taste so good, I could eat you out all day, Manila.”
“Don’t tease a girl,” I whisper, tangling my fingers deeper in his thick, dark hair.
“What’s the matter?” he asks. Then, quick as a flash, his tongue lashes across my clit in a long, slow stroke. My whole body goes electric—my hips rise off the couch again, and my eyes flutter shut as I moan in response. I felt that shock in every inch of my body, all the way down to my toes.
I want more.
But he draws back again, grinning once more. “Don’t you like being teased?”
I swallow hard, trying to regain some semblance of control. “It’s not bad…” I admit, slowly, carefully. My eyes lock on his again. “But I want to come for you.”
That seems to be the answer he needed to hear. He lowers his face between my legs again, one hand gripping my ass hard, the other spreading my pussy lips wide open, his fingers teasing my bare, exposed pussy. Then his tongue delves into me, deep as he can, and curls against the inner wall of my pussy. I cry out faintly, in pleasure this time, as he licks at my walls, taking control of my pleasure, tasting every inch of me. He’s messy about it, lapping at me and sliding his tongue in deep. I can feel my juices drip down across my ass, but he licks them up, then circles higher to flick the tip of his tongue over my clit.
My body jolts again, still on fire, nerves poised for release. He flattens his tongue and starts to eat me out in earnest, raking his long, flat tongue along my clit in careful, strong strokes. Before long, I’m right back at the edge, shaking.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I gasp, my hands clenching in his hair, legs quivering against his cheeks.
He licks harder, faster, and my back arches of its own volition as the orgasm hits me. I shout something, loud and long, though I have no idea what. My body is on another plane from my mind, which explodes with sheer ecstasy. When I come to again, my body is still shaking, my pussy twitching as Cassius licks between my lips, slides his tongue into my pussy, sucks up every drop of my cum.
Before I know it, I’m gasping again, my clit still thick and swollen. This time it only takes a couple of slow laps of his tongue across the edge of my clit to make me come, screaming a second time, shouting his name as I writhe against the couch.
I think he’s done when he sits up to grin down at me, his chin still wet with my cum. But he’s only getting started.
He slides two fingers deep inside my pussy, strokes against my front wall. I’m sensitive from the orgasms, but that only makes it easier for me to come from his fingers massaging my G-spot. I swear under my breath as another orgasm takes me, and my legs go limp over his shoulders.
He just bends between my thighs again, this time concentrating on licking just around my clit, not quite touching the over-sensitive spot. I’ve never come this many times in a row—I didn’t even know I could—but moments later, I’m arching my back again, groaning, and another sharp spike of pleasure sears through me.
I lose track of how many times he makes me come. At least a couple more times, maybe more, but I was nearly blacking out by then, the sensations were so intense.
Finally, he kisses my inner thigh and slides back up along my body, until we’re face-to-face. He kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue, sweet and a little salty. It’s sexy as hell, and I wrap my arms around his shoulders, pulling him down hard against me.
He breaks the kiss, laughing gently as he gazes down at me, those gray eyes of his still full of lust and desire. “Still want more?” he asks, clicking his tongue. “You’re insatiable, Manila.”
“I want you to fuck me.” I lock eyes with him. “I want you inside of me.”
He slows down at that. Gazes into my eyes for another few seconds, before he reaches down and pushes his own jeans off his hips. All the while, we keep our eyes locked, and that frank, yearning gaze of his makes me feel more naked than ever.
When he drops his boxers, though, I can’t resist looking down.
Wow.
His cock is hard as a rock, smooth as velvet, and big. Very big. Can I even take a cock like his?
I reach between us, mesmerized, wanting to explore him the way he explored me. I wrap my hand around his hard shaft, trail my fingers up it, and savor the feeling of his smooth, soft skin over his hard, thick cock. It’s the most beautiful cock I’ve ever seen, curved slightly upward at the end, and already glistening with a drop of pre-cum. I slide my finger over his tip to catch that drop, and grin when he visibly tenses above me, his teeth clenching. I raise my finger to my lips, locking eyes with him once more, and lick the tip of my finger, tasting him. Salt, and another flavor, uniquely his own.
He half-groans, watching me taste him, knowing how much I want him. I start to slide down between us, feeling the sudden urge to go down on him, but he grabs my shoulders, pins me to the couch. “No,” he whispers. “I want to come inside you.”
I swallow hard. Damn. It’s hard to reject an offer as sexy as that. But… I lick my lips, tensing. “Do you have a condom?”
He grimaces. “Don’t worry, Manila. We won’t need one.”
I blink a little in confusion. “What do you mean?” When he doesn’t answer for a moment, when he still looks annoyed, almost angry, though clearly not at me, I tilt my head. “Look, Cassius, I…” I dart a glance toward the twins’ room. “I never got back on
birth control after the twins. And, I can’t risk bringing another child into a situation like mine, single mother, working for a living, it’s a—”
He interrupts me with a shake of his head. “It’s not you, Manila.” He locks eyes with me, and there’s a sorrow in them, so deep and profound that for a moment, I can’t respond. “I can’t get you pregnant. I’m infertile.”
Shit. Suddenly that explains some things. The way he acts with the twins, especially. He must want to be a father, but… I frown, too, reaching up to caress his cheek gently. “I’m so sorry, Cassius.”
He shakes his head, reaching up to catch my hand. He leans forward a little, and his hard length presses against my stomach. “Don’t be.” His eyes are on mine again, hot and searing. He draws his hips back, and slowly, ever so slowly, presses his cock into me. I feel him enter me an inch at a time, gasping as my pussy stretches for the first time in months. It’s a little painful, but mostly just sheer pleasure, feeling inch after thick, hard inch of him drive deeper into me. When he’s all the way inside, we pause for a moment, our bodies pressed together, his bare chest flush against mine, our eyes still locked. We’re so close right now, I can feel every inch of him, feel his cock twitch faintly when my pussy clenches around him.
It’s hot and sexy and alluring all at once, and I realize I could fall for this man, if I let myself. Dangerous.
He’s still looking at me, watching me like I have the answer to something he wants, the key to some question he’s been asking. He runs his hand through my hair, gently, trailing his fingers along my cheek. “I wish I could,” he says.
He’s pulling his hips back, starting the slow process of pulling out of me, and my whole body yearns for him to be right back in me again.
“Wish you could…?” I manage to ask, distracted by the sensations flooding me, and the pulse of pleasure in my already sensitive clit.
“I wish I could get you pregnant.” He wraps his arms around me, pulls me against him as he thrusts into me again.
I wrap my legs around his waist, thrust back with every ounce of energy I have, my hips colliding with his.
He pulls out, slams back into me, faster, finding a rhythm. “Fuck, Manila,” he groans as he continues to fuck me, harder now. “I want to put my seed in you. I want to fuck you, come inside you, and make more babies.”
We’re both thrusting hard now, our sweat mingling between us, my hands wrapped tight around his muscular shoulders as our bodies slam together, and his cock spreads my pussy wide. “Come in me,” I groan, hardly hearing myself, lost in the moment.
“I want to see your belly thick with my seed.”
There’s something so hot about that, him taking me, making me completely his own. Putting a baby in me. I arch my hips, spread my legs wider to let him slam inside me, over and over.
Before I know it, he’s gripping my shoulders tight in one arm and digging his fist into my hair, growling, low and animalistic, as he nears his peak. I thrust up against him, and feel my clit tighten once more. He explodes inside me, coating my pussy walls with his thick cum, just as I arch my back and fall into another orgasm, my body shaking.
I lose track of time, legs still wrapped around his waist as we both wait for our breathing to slow and our hearts to stop racing. He leans up to brush my hair back from my forehead, gazing down at me with an expression I can’t quite explain. Something like wonder, mingled with fear. I can’t place it.
I also can’t figure out exactly what just happened. What he admitted to me, what it means, and why he said what he did—about wanting to make more babies…
But I’m so tired from the multiple orgasms and from the way he just fucked me, I can’t raise the energy just now to wonder. I rest my head against his shoulder, sighing in pleasure as he strokes my hair, holding me against him.
Eventually, he slides out of me. I feel our combined juices trickle down my inner thighs, and sigh again in protest. It felt so right having him in me, so wrong now that we’re apart again.
But soon he’s standing, scooping me up in his arms, and I lean my head on his chest as he carries me into the bedroom. He keeps his arms wrapped around me as we fall asleep, a sweaty mess on top of his nice clean sheets, but I don’t care. I love feeling his cum inside me still, his body hot and tight against mine.
I never knew it could feel like this, I think, just as I drift off to sleep.
8
The next couple weeks are a blur of perfect pleasure. Every day, I climb out of Cassius’s enormous, ridiculously comfortable four-poster king-sized bed, take care of the twins, then pad down the hall to the office with Luca and Lucie in tow, making sure they have something to occupy them while I get the filing done.
I spend the day organizing, booking meetings, setting up future travel—and, not gonna lie, slightly dreading the times that I have to book trips for him. Granted, the next time he plans to travel for work isn’t for another couple of months, but a part of me still stares sadly at the week on the calendar when he’ll be in London, already anticipating how much I’ll miss him.
Every evening, Cassius returns to the apartment—usually with flowers or a present for Luca and Lucie, new clothes he saw that he just couldn’t pass up, or a cute toy.
“You’re going to spoil them rotten,” I scolded him one evening when he showed up with a full playpen, complete with a mobile in the shape of the galaxy.
“I can only hope to be lucky enough to do so,” he responded as he swooped in to kiss my cheek. And then nibble his way down my neck… And then drag me into the bedroom, where he threw me onto the bed, flipped my legs over his shoulders, and fucked me until we were both screaming.
But a part of my mind can’t quite accept that this is really my life. That I’ve been living in this gorgeous penthouse, with this gorgeous man, who pampers both me and my babies every single day. Part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop. For the catch—because there’s always a catch.
I feel it in a knot in my stomach, even as Cassius and I strolled through a park near his penthouse at sunset, him pushing the stroller, my hand resting over his. The sunset that night was beautiful, stunning, and we sat in the park watching it for half an hour, smiling and laughing and talking about his day at work, my day with the babies. Even then, even in the middle of that perfect moment, I couldn’t quite accept it.
He felt too good to be true.
It’s been three weeks since we first met, when I come home from shopping with the twins to find a strange woman standing in the apartment. At first, I freeze, tensing, that knot in my gut unfurling.
Then she smiles and waves at the babies in the stroller. “You must be Luca and Lucie,” she coos.
“And you are…?” I ask, still nervous, on-edge. Why can’t I just relax and trust that for once, things are going my way in life?
“Lisa.” She straightens to offer me a hand. “Mr. Anderson hired me to help out with the babies for the night.”
I frown, my eyebrows contracting. “To help out? But, we didn’t…”
Just then, Cassius steps out of the bedroom, and knocks the breath out of me. Well, to be fair, he does that most of the time, whenever I see him. He’s always resplendent. But today he’s extra decked out, in a formal tux rather than his usual suit.
“Manila,” he purrs in greeting, and my heart does a funny little flip-flop at the sound of him saying my name. “Glad you’re here. I’ve hired Lisa to watch the kids overnight.”
I love the way he says that so casually—the kids. Like they’re our kids, not just mine. Like he’s sharing this responsibility too. Like he wants to be a part of their lives. Of all of our lives. But— “Overnight?” I ask, blinking in surprise. “But, don’t you have that meeting tonight, downtown?”
His smile widens. “Ah, yes, about that. Apologies for the deception. I just didn’t want you to make any plans. We haven’t had a real date night yet, and that needs to change.” Then he steps aside, waves me toward the bedroom. “You’ll want to
dress quickly, though. Or we’ll be late.”
He really spoils me far too much. I’ll get as rotten as my kids. I grin at him as I slip past, and smile at Lisa on the way.
Of course, he planned ahead for this, too. There’s not one but three formal dresses spread out on the bed, for me to choose from.
I pick the red dress, to bring out my eyes, along with the black glittery heels beside the bed. When I step back out into the living room, Cassius’s eyes drink me in an inch at a time, savoring me the same way he savors a glass of fine wine.
“Perfect choice,” he tells me with a wink.
I blush, my body on fire as always beneath his gaze. I love the way he looks at me. It makes me feel like a goddess among men.
Lisa, meanwhile, is already playing happily with Luca and Lucie. She pauses between bouncing them on her knees to grin at us. “Have a ton of fun,” she says. “I’ll take great care of these guys tonight.”
“Thank you so much,” I tell her as Cassius helps me into my jacket.
“My pleasure. It’s sweet,” she adds, beaming at us. “Seeing a married couple that’s still so in love.”
My cheeks burn brighter at the misstep, but Cassius doesn’t correct her. He just smiles and leans over to ruffle Lucie’s hair.
“Have fun here with our little ones,” he tells her. Then, before I can quite process his statement—the unspoken meaning behind our—he rests his hand at the small of my back and guides me into the elevator.
The air between us sings with tension the whole ride down to the first floor. I feel electrified, ready to jump with nerves.
Out front, Amy has a car waiting for us—a full on stretch limo. I turn to gape at Cassius, but he just shrugs like it’s nothing.
“It’s our first official date,” he points out. “I had to go all out.”