I jolt, shuffling forward an inch, until my hips are pressed to the cabinets in front of me.
His hand soothes the sting, and I let the counter hold me up.
Without warning, Hans spreads my cheeks again and…
A cry of surprise escapes my throat.
He’s… oh Jesus, he’s licking my… my…
“Such a pretty little asshole.” Hans pulls back just enough to say the words, then his tongue rubs against my rear entrance again.
Hands trapped behind me, I lean my weight forward.
My legs are starting to shake.
He’s still…
Fuck me, why does this feel so good?
My breaths are coming hard.
Still spreading me open, he slides his thumbs down until they’re on either side of my slit, and I can feel them slide through my slickness.
“My dirty Butterfly.” Another lick. “Getting so wet when I lick this little hole.” Another pass of his tongue. “Bet you’ll get soaked when I fuck it.”
“Ohmygod.” My hands twist against the lace.
I never thought…
I’ve never even…
“Hans.” My cry echoes around the empty garage.
One hand shifts, and his thumb pushes inside my core.
We both moan as my pussy clenches around him.
He’s not touching my clit. His licks never reach that far forward. But I’m seconds away from coming as his tongue works in circles.
I clench around his thumb again. “Hans, please.”
He pulls his thumb out of me and slides it up to where his mouth is.
“Please what, Cassandra?” His thumb presses against the ring of muscle. “What are you begging me for?”
Hans applies more pressure, and the tip of his thumb pushes inside me. Where nothing ever has before.
I groan.
“Relax,” he commands.
And I try. With my body throbbing, I try.
Behind me is the sound of movement, and I can feel him stand back up.
The change in position twists his thumb, and I tense.
“Relax that sweet ass.” His free hand cracks down against my cheek.
I startle, but then I do as he says. And he slides his thumb in another half inch.
“Please,” I beg again.
The sound of his zipper is so loud in the empty room, it’s like I can feel it on my skin.
“Use your words, Butterfly. Tell me what you need.”
I feel dizzy.
I’m so ready to explode.
“Inside me.” I feel like I’m going to choke on the words. “I need you inside me.”
His thumb pulls out, then pushes back in. “I already have a finger buried in your ass.” He pushes it deeper still, and dots of light start to spark in my vision. “What else do you want?”
Embarrassment tries to overcome my lust, but I tell him. I tell him what I need more than I need my next breath. “I need your cock, Hans. Please.”
His body moves closer to mine, and I feel his jean-clad legs against the back of my bare ones.
“Where do you want it? Here?” He jiggles his thumb in my ass, and my clit starts to throb. “Or here?” Something warm and hard slaps up against my core.
I nod my head.
“Words.” He slaps his dick against my pussy a second time.
“There.” I’m almost sobbing now. “Put it in me there.”
He rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit once, my dripping arousal coating him instantly.
Then he starts to push in.
He’s so thick. So much to take.
My shoulders hunch forward, and I focus on breathing.
Hans holds still, with just the tip inside me, as he still rocks his thumb in and out of my ass.
I can’t…
It’s too much.
I’m stretched everywhere.
I can’t take it.
“So tight,” Hans grunts.
Then he thrusts forward, sinking every inch of his cock inside me.
CHAPTER 38
Hans
The cry that Cassandra lets out might be a scream, but I can hardly hear her over the rushing of my blood.
Her pussy is so fucking wet. So fucking tight.
I can’t stop. I can’t slow down.
I don’t want to.
Pressing my fingers into her flesh, I bury my thumb as deep as it will go in her snug asshole and slam my hips into her.
Wet slapping sounds fill the space around us, and I wish the overhead lights were on so I could see every fucking jiggle.
She’s making so many sounds.
Moans and whimpers and unintelligible words.
But I’m too far gone.
“That’s it.” I pull out and shove back in. “That’s my good girl.”