“Rowdy?”
“No, let me finish. The way you make me feel, if Eric—your father—was to know, he’d murder me.”
I couldn’t help it, I cupped his face and slammed my lips against his. I didn’t give him time to think about my father, or anything else. I only cared about what the two of us wanted together.
Flicking my tongue across his lips, I moaned as he dived back in again, deepening the kiss. Rowdy took over, controlling the kiss. He wrapped my hair around my fist and started to pull back on the strands. I moaned as the bite of pain rushing through my body from that tug.
“Baby, what the fuck are you doing to me? If Eric catches us, we’re screwed.”
“I don’t care. I only want you. Please, please,” I begged.
I don’t mind begging, in fact, I like it.
He tilted my head back and claimed my lips again, only this time he was much more bruising in his demand. I closed my eyes, basking in his tongue as he flicked it across my lips and I opened up for him.
“You have the sweetest fucking lips I’ve ever tasted.”
My pussy was on fire, and I knew that I wanted him to kiss and lick somewhere else. I couldn’t control all of these thoughts, and he was only serving to turn me on even more. I wanted him so bad.
The hand in my hair moved down, and his fingers stroked over my collarbone and then down to my nipple. I blushed as my nipple grew erect. My pussy was so slick, and even though I’m a virgin, I wasn’t afraid. I wanted Rowdy to be my first, and my only.
I loved him with my whole heart, and there was no way any other man would compare to him. In truth, I didn’t want to find another man. I only wanted him.
“I’ve tried to ignore you, Cassandra. I can’t do it anymore.”
He slipped his fingers inside my cardigan, going inside the shirt and tugging it down. I was wearing a plain white lacy bra. I had thought the white was sexy, but now I only saw it as pure, innocent. I didn’t want him to look at me, thinking about innocence. I wanted him to tear my clothes off.
Standing up, I took charge, removing my cardigan, shirt, and bra. I stood before him with my tits hanging free. I knew I’ve been gifted with large tits, and seeing the hungry look in his eyes, I knew it was a gift he’d treasure. Taking hold of his hand, I placed it against my breast.
“I want you, Rowdy.”
“Fuck, baby, I want you too. I want you so much.” He stood up, sinking his fingers into my hair.
He claimed my lips, making me moan his name, wanting more.
Sliding my hand down his chest, I didn’t stop until I grasped his cock and we both moaned. He’s big. Bigger than I thought he would be. And my mouth watered.
Be confident.
Take what you want.
Sinking to my knees, I started to unbutton his jeans.
“Cassandra, if you do this, there’s no turning back.”
I continued to open his pants, knowing exactly what I was doing.
Rowdy
Cassandra doesn’t have the first clue what she’s doing to me. The way she lowered to her knees before me was enough to send me close to orgasm. Her hot virgin body wanted me, and tonight, she was going to get me. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to fuck her.
Maybe I should have stopped this, but the alcohol was flowing, I was feeling good—I know she was too—and I didn’t want this to end.
In that moment I didn’t give a fuck about Eric or anyone else. I wanted what I wanted, and that was being with Cassandra.
She unbuttoned my pants and lowered them down to my knees, releasing my cock. I groaned as she wrapped her fingers around my length and started from the tip going down to the base, then back up again. She worked my dick for several seconds before putting her mouth over my cock.
She knew exactly how to get me worked up.
Pre-cum leaked out of the tip of my cock, and I cursed as she licked it up and swallowed it back down. I watched her throat working, and I knew I was going to be coming inside her mouth soon.
But not tonight.
Tonight, I’d be fucking that virgin cunt, making it completely mine.
Grabbing her hand, I pulled her up so that she stood in front of me.
I was going to hell for what I have planned for her. There was no doubt about it.
Cassandra was so sweet, and she deserved someone better than me: someone who doesn’t get off on fighting.
But I sure as fuck was not going to stop this. I couldn’t.
I tore at her jeans, jerking them down her legs, tugging her pristine, virginal white panties along with them. When she was totally naked, I finished removing the last of my clothing, needing to be as naked as her.
I cupped her waist with one hand and with the other, I slid it between her thighs to discover her soaking wet pussy.
“Are you a dirty girl, Cassandra? Did sucking my dick turn you on?”