I can’t believe am on my knees for a girl but here I am lapping my tongue on her folds tasting her juices as she keeps moaning my name. Fuck! If she is the one moaning my name like this I will always be on my knees for her. What have you done to me Cassandra? “uhmm”, she moans as I tongue fuck her in her tight little pussy. She brings her hands in my hair and clutch them making me groan. I blow air on her sensitive nub and lick it, flick it and bite it playfully then repeat it again making her gasp and moan in pleasure. Yeah, baby, just like that, moan for me. “I.. Ivan”, she gasps as I push my tongue deeper making her clench around it. “fucking hell! You are so sweet baby”, I groan doing it again. I let my thumb rub her clit as my tongue fucks her as deeper as it’s possible. “Ivan… I…”, she wasn’t even able to speak as I feel her reaching her high. “I know baby, I can feel it, now cum for me, yeah”, I tell and as if she was waiting for me to order she comes undone on my tong
Justin's pov After a wonderful meeting with Mr Williams, oops! My father in law, I needed this, for one last time. Who knows I would have changed so much for a girl, scarifying my sick pleasures. “Daddy….. It hurts”, the blonde slut cries out in pain. Yes, cry out just like that, whore! “Ohh… did it hurt?”, I mock her in fake concern. “Ahhh, yes, please, stop”, she cries biting the pillow below her. “slut! Didn’t tell you to not stop me”, I grip her jaw painfully making her cry more. Her face is ruined with tears and bruises, of course with her mascara stains and smudged lipstick she is looking like a fucking buffoon. I yank her hair making her sit on the bed on her knees and slowly trace pocket knife on her breasts. No offense she was beautiful but not as beautiful as my Cassandra. I would play with her just like this but for longer time, till I carve her body with my marks. She is a beautiful canvas and I would paint me on her, all over her body, heart and soul. “ahhhh”, t
Cassandra’s pov I woke up with immense headache. Fuck! What the hell did I drink last night? Even after knowing I am light weighted why the fuck I drank a lot? I rubbed my temples frowning with the headache as I got up from the bed to grab a cold water bottle. Yeah that’s what I need now a whole bottle of water and cold. My mouth feels dry and throat is sore as if I have attended a fucking concert! I roll my eyes at my own imaginations as I open the fridge and take a bottle of cold water and gulp it down. I rub my forehead with one hand as I rummage through the cabinets of kitchen to find any painkillers. God! I guess am gonna die now. As I found the tablets I Chugged it down along water wincing at the bitter taste. Sucking it up telling it will pass but I would probably die if I don’t gulp down the medicine as a good girl. “good girl?”, I frown. It looks like I have heard this last night? But who would tell me that am a good girl when all I do is cause them cold trouble. As I
LUCAS'S POV “I think something is going on with Jackson”, Ivan tells thinking intensely. I frown taking a sip of orange juice. “What do you mean by something is going on with Jackson? I mean I met him last night, he wasn’t in his best mood but?”, I ask him shrugging my shoulders. “ I don’t know, Lucas, I want you to find out”, he tells as he munch on his salad. I look at his plate judgementally, narrowing my eyes on him I ask “isn’t it cheat day? Why are you eating salad again?”, he rolls his eyes stuffing more in his mouth. After gulling down he snaps at me, “it’s none of your business”. I narrow my eyes at him still giving him a sharp glance as he clears his throat drinking orange juice which was freshly squeezed by himself. Something is different. Why there are no maids in his mansion? Why is he eating salad and doing his work by himself? He hates to work in kitchen not if as he could work if he didn’t hate. It’s just he in kitchen means the would become war zone. I take an
“morning, Miss? Yeah Miss Bryan, let’s get straight to the point, you are dismissed”, I tell her sighing out loud. “What!”, shock was evident on her face as her eyebrows furrowed and jaw dropped open wide for any mosquitoes or cockroaches wanted to enter. “yes, you heard it, now get out”, I snap at her as she stops her feet in protest not leaving the damn room. “But you didn’t even take my interview!”, she speaks giving me a silent glare which am habituated after taking hundreds of interviews in this company where as the illegal ones are specially taken by Ivan himself. “I guess you have read this quote somewhere, first impression is the last impression”, I tell her looking into her eyes warningly. “I… but, what did I do?”, she asks acting dumb. Oh this bitch is oblivious to her own doings so let me just remind her quick. “This is Miller industries and you are being interviewed for Ivan Miller, you should have known his personal assistants are equally respected as him in some w
CASSANDRA'S POVSince my mother is admitted in hospital neither Jackson nor I was having a normal day. We cover up our love for her with rude behaviour and all but after all she is our mother who gave birth to us. Not a day went without going to hospital to check up on her. It’s been five days she is still asleep. I am sitting at the stool beside her while Jackson is sitting on the couch in the room. The machines attached to her is only evidence of her life in the silent room with the beep sounds of the machines. She is quite so quiet which is sending shivers to my spine. Mom can’t leave us, not at least like this. Her beautiful black hair is now no where on her head. It’s covered with bandages and her pink soft lips are chapped, she is looking all bones with saline running in her veins and oxygen pipes inserted in her nostrils. I take out lip balm from my pocket and swipe the chap stick on her lips hoping it would moisten them not resulting in bleeding. When I see Jackson passi
Jackson's pov “I want to talk to you alone”, my mom tells looking at Cassandra while she glance at me pressing her lips together. “mom, if you are going to manipulate her about her marriage with that unknown dollar bag am not letting you di this to her, you can’t take advantage of your condition”, I tell her sternly. No matter how much I love this woman but I won’t let her hurt another woman who means as much as her to me. They both are my family, my mother and my sister is what I have as my family though with a so called father who was good as dead for me. “Am not going to force you to marry someone you don’t like cassie”, she tells smiling sadly at her. “I just want to talk to you alone”, she tells keeping her eyes on her. I scoff and get out of the room thinking it’s my cue to leave the mother and daughter duo alone. As soon as I shut the door behind me I get a call. I frown looking at the caller Id. It’s unknown number, who it might be? I don’t lift the call thinking it’s
“You won’t understand how I feel about you not want giving a chance to the man we choose just because he was chosen by us Or because he is a business man”, she tells softly squeezing my hand. “you grandfather, my dad, wasn’t like your father…… and you knows it better than anyone else”, she tells as she push few strands of hair behind my ear before caressing my cheek. “Give it a chance cassie, give your self a chance and if you didn’t like you are free to walk away, no one is going to force you to keep you in the marriage if you think it won’t work you are free to call off…… you are twenty plus without any dating experience and all now you will be twenty five soon I just want you to settle down or at least try to settle down”, she tells softly. Yes, she has a point. I have no experience with men and I don’t know what they hide behind their suits in their homes. As my father hides his abusive nature behind crisp ironed clothes I believe every man does so. Was I thinking that bad abo