16: In his arms

Cassie POV

Joshua Carter was an exceptional lover.

The way he grabbed and kissed me was so captivating that it made me lose myself in him more and more. His possessive way of taking me, fucking me with such devotion and focus, made me feel like the most desired woman in the world. It was clear that he only had eyes for me, and I was reveling in his arms.

In that moment, for Joshua Carter, the only person on Earth was Cassandra Millans. He loved having me bouncing deeply in his lap while his demanding hands caressed my entire body and curves. He gripped the flesh of my ass hungrily as I moved shamelessly, feeling his cock working wonders inside me.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, sounding as sexy as the erotic scene itself.

“I love it… My God…!” I bit my lips, eyes half-closed and head tilted toward the ceiling, completely submerged in the heavenly sensation of Josh Carter fucking me.

As I bounced deeply, my breasts swayed in rhythm, and my moans were anything but restrained. He was now thrusting hard and steady, pushing his cock faster and faster into my entrance, making my entire body tremble.

I was grateful there was no one else in the house besides us, so I didn’t have to be shy about my unrestrained moans. Josh held me with such firmness and possessiveness that I had to brace my palms on his chest, as I’d already lost my balance.

My lower belly burned as he penetrated me relentlessly with such vigor. He never took his eyes off my face, always brushing away the hair that fell in my eyes, tucking it behind my ear so he could see my expression of pleasure. He said dirty things while watching my faces and mouths, slipping two fingers into my mouth and telling me to suck as he gripped my hair with a bit of force.

I sucked his fingers clumsily because I was completely lost in the sensation of pleasure, all while he kept thrusting his cock deeply and forcefully into my pussy. Sometimes he squeezed my neck and breasts, then moved down to my ass, gripping it firmly, then squeezing the flesh with desire, all of it driving me wild in an obscene way.

I truly felt small in his arms; he was in charge, grabbing and fucking me. He was demanding with the positions, wanting to see me with my legs spread, and then he’d kiss my mouth possessively, sucking my tongue and biting my lips.

Joshua Carter was the kind of lover I’d never had in my life.

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“Everything okay?” he asked, concerned, a few minutes after I reached my orgasm. I was lying face-down, just letting my body relax, though there was a certain soreness between my legs, and my whole body was complaining. The man had been so intense with me. I smiled—I’d never been fucked so well.

“You’re definitely a sex machine,” I said, making him laugh. He had just discarded the condom and came back to bed, lying behind me with his head propped up to look at my face.

I pulled the sheet over myself and looked at him too. I’m pretty sure I looked completely disheveled: messy hair and smudged makeup. I think I cried at the peak of my climax, so my mascara had probably run.

“You look so sexy after sex…” he said, making me smile shyly.

“That’s not true, I must be a mess.”

“I’m serious, it reminds me our fuck was wild enough.” He caressed my face, those eyes always watching me.

“You’re such a charmer, you know that?”

“I hope you’re getting interested in me.”

“Right now, I’m more interested in a shower and a hot plate of food. Can you believe I didn’t eat all day?” I laughed at myself, and he frowned, clearly not pleased to hear that.

“What do you mean you didn’t eat? You need to take better care of yourself,” he scolded. I rested my palm on his arm.

“I would’ve eaten if a certain man hadn’t called me at fucking 5 a.m. asking me out,” I teased with a smile, amused. “I was so anxious I couldn’t eat.”

He laughed too, understanding. “Does that mean I affect you that much?” he asked, smirking.

“No, actually, I’m not affected at all,” I teased, stroking his arm. “You’re not my type. I like guys younger than me.”

He burst out laughing, and I joined him. “You little pervert.”

Then he pulled the sheet off me and lifted me in his arms like a bride, carrying me to the bathroom for a quick shower. I turned on the shower and started washing, running liquid soap over my skin.

Joshua was still there in the bathroom with me. I looked at him with a raised eyebrow; he couldn’t stop noticing every detail of my body.

“You, big pervert,” I scolded with a smile.

“With a body like that, my love, I really am,” he said, completely fixated on me.

I swatted his shoulder. “Come do something useful, scrub my back.” I handed him the bath sponge.

“With pleasure, miss,” he laughed.

But Josh didn’t miss a single opportunity to enjoy my body. He scrubbed my back while caressing me and pressing his muscular body against mine slowly, making the shower so pleasurable.

His hands roamed my body calmly, savoring every moment. Just feeling his touch made me want him to take me again.

It was like my body didn’t care that, ten minutes ago, it had been thoroughly ravished by him; it wanted more. So I leaned into his touches, bringing my lips to his, kissing him with desire.

“I’d fuck you again right now if I didn’t need to feed you first,” he said through gritted teeth, holding himself back. I burst out laughing at that.