I wanted to see her squirt, wanted her arousal soaking the sheets. Sucking on her clit as I went to work on her G-spot, I waited for her to give it to me.
She didn’t make me wait long.
Cassandra was murmuring incoherent things, and I moved my mouth away to watch what was about to happen, to watch what I was doing to her.
“Rowdy. Oh, God.”
“Come on, baby. Yeah, that’s it ... that is so fucking it.”
“Ahhh,” she cried out and lifted up her ass a little more. A tremor worked over her entire body as she came for me. I pulled his fingers out and went back to rubbing her clit, my focus never leaving her pussy.
“So fucking hot,” I said as she came for me, her G-spot orgasm causing clear liquid to squirt out of her and soak the sheets. My cock jerked as I watched the act, as I watched the ecstasy steal over her.
My girl was screaming now, but I didn’t stop rubbing her until she fell onto her belly, her pleas that she was sensitive making me finally pull away.
“I need to be with you,” I said, guttural, and she popped her ass out again and moaned.
I took hold of the root of my cock and started stroking myself from root to tip. Hell, I could have gotten off just from staring at her bared cunt. But then Cassandra rolled onto her back and reached for me, and I was lost to her.
“Make love to me,” she whispered. “I need you like that. Show me how much you love me.”
I wasn’t going to deny my girl.
When I was between her splayed thighs and was positioned at her entrance again, I stared into her eyes. “I love you, Cassandra. I really fucking love you.” Slowly I pushed into her, never taking my eyes off of her.
“I love you,” she said, and I closed my eyes at how good that felt. Resting my arms on either side of her head, I buried himself in her wet heat and made love to her nice and easy.
In and out.
Slow and thorough.
I felt my climax approach, and didn’t hold back this time. It started as a tingling at the base of my spine and moved quickly through me. I let it consume me.
I wasn’t going to let her go.
I came harder than I ever had. It sucked the air from my lungs, stole my sanity, and I knew that he would never be the same. Cassandra was mine, I was marking her, claiming her, and what I felt for her was real on every level.
Chapter Ten
Cassandra
I was in shock at what Rowdy just said.
“You want to go to my father?”
He nodded, looking so damn serious. “Yeah, I don’t want us to be a secret, hiding from him. He plays a big part in both of our lives.”
I nibbled my lip. My father was very protective of me, and I mean, very protective. One of the reasons I’d been a virgin for so long was because of him, because he chased off anyone who came around. I wasn’t allowed to date, but my dad was a good man, a great man, even if he did train ruthless fighters.
“I don’t think we should do that. Not right now at least,” I said.
“Why? We have to tell him eventually, because I’m not letting you go.”
My heart skipped a beat. “My dad, he’ll kill you, Rowdy. I mean he will kill you.”
“He respects me, Cass. Trust me.”
Gripping the back of my neck, I frowned. Just the thought of going to see my dad gave me a headache. To him, I was a good girl, and believe me, I was. I did everything he ever wanted, went to school, got great grades, looked to the future. To my father Rowdy was not part of my future, or maybe he’d just never considered it.
To me, Rowdy was my entire world.
Doing this was not a sound idea. It had me scared shitless. Stepping toward him, I ran my hands up his chest and stared into his eyes. I loved his eyes, they were so strong, so filled with passion, and he made me ache to be near him.
“I’m his daughter. You’re a man he sees as family, Rowdy. How do you think he’s going to react?”
Rowdy cupped my face and tilted my head back. “He’s going to be pissed. I get that. He’ll get over it.”
“How did you react to Malachi with your sister?”
He didn’t say anything. Rowdy didn’t have to. His nose flared open, and his eyes hardened to glares. He was pissed, but that was okay. I hoped he understood why I was hesitating.
“This is different.”
“Violet is your sister, and you still had an issue with it.”
Rowdy shook his head. “It’s not the same.”
“He’s my dad.” I went on my toes, pressing a kiss to his lips. “I don’t want you to be upset if my dad decides he doesn’t like us together.”
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. “I get it. I know what you mean. Malachi is a son of a bitch, and a cocky bastard. He usually has women eating out of the palm of his hand, or whatever. I wanted better for Vi. I know I’m the best for you.”