Chapter 89 - It was sheer perfection.

Cassandra’s point of view:

My finger was wet with his body’s essence, and I lifted it to my mouth, tasting the salty flavor of him while staring right into his eyes confidently.

Dalton reached down and tangled his hand in my hair, never taking his eyes off me.

Hungry for more, I began to pull his shorts down, carefully, deliberately slow, lifting them over that throbbing ridge of flesh. I let my hand brush against his cock, watching his rippling stomach muscles flex in reaction. Holding my breath, I drew the shorts all the way down, revealing inch after glorious inch of him.

“Fuck,” I couldn’t help cussing in a whisper, needing to take a moment to stare at the male beauty before me. I inhaled, but my breath didn’t seem to reach my lungs; I felt dizzy, light-headed.

So weak with desire I had the urge to climb up and impale myself on him now, right now, without any further delays.

But, I also wanted to taste him. To pleasure him the way he’d pleasured me. So I leaned closer, close