19: Like a couple

Joshua POV

It had been years since I slept as well as I did that night, honestly.

I’ve always had trouble sleeping due to work-related anxiety or even the lack of good company to help me drift off peacefully. I was married to Bethany, my ex-wife, for over ten years, but she never managed to help me sleep soundly during our time together.

And, miraculously, as soon as Cassandra laid my head on her chest and wrapped her arms around me, I slept like a baby all night long.

I woke up well after five in the morning, to my delight. Sleeping with Cassie was like being in a tranquil paradise. I wanted her to sleep with me every day.

“Wake up, sleepyhead,” I heard her mischievous voice rousing me, her hand caressing my face.

I smiled at that—this girl was so cute and sweet. I opened my eyes and was grateful she was the first person I saw upon waking, her beautiful face smiling at me. Honestly, I’d give my right leg to wake up next to her again.

“Good morning.” I sat up and kissed her, pulling her onto my lap. She returned the kiss, smiling excitedly.

“What’s this? You just woke up and you’re already all over me?” she teased, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

“It’s just that I go crazy when I see you,” I confessed, nuzzling her neck.

She had an irresistible morning scent, and I wanted so badly to taste her delicious body again. Cassandra had a stunning figure—not too thin, not too curvy, average height, with all the right curves in all the right places. Every moment with her felt like living in a dream.

I loved running my fingers over her body, like a pirate sailing across the sea that was her form—every inch of her excited me and made me crave more. I’d never wanted a woman as much as I wanted this girl.

There was something about her that drew me in, drove me wild, and made me focus only on her. I loved kissing her and making her mine. Not only that, but I was completely obsessed with Cassie.

“Hmm, morning sex. I love it,” she said, smirking mischievously as she returned my kisses, even as I intensified them.

Sometimes, I worried she’d think I was a total pervert, overly demanding in bed, but Cassandra was different—she savored every moment with me and never complained. For that and so many other reasons, I adored this woman.

“I love doing this with you.” I kept kissing her, feeling her entire body—God, how I loved that body. She pulled off the shirt she was wearing and guided my hand to her breasts. I squeezed them to my liking while sucking on her neck and shoulders.

It was clear she’d be covered in my marks, and I wanted that—I wanted her marked so she’d think of me every time she looked at her body in the mirror. And if she had other lovers, I wanted them to know there was a man in her life who marked her completely, a man who was utterly possessive of her.

I wasn’t gentle this time; I let my instincts take over, holding her tightly in my arms. When I embraced her, I felt her all warm and wet for me, so naughty, just the way I liked. My cock, with its morning erection, didn’t hold back for a second in her hot little pussy.

The veins in my skin were practically bulging, I was so tense and hard. Her moans in my ears were like a drug taking effect inside me, driving me wilder with every sound.

When she gripped my body and bit my shoulder, trying to relieve her own arousal, the faces and noises she made every time I thrust into her sent me into a frenzy.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her face; watching her as I fucked her made me even more aroused. She made me think of all sorts of dirty things at once—different positions, different kinds of sex.

I wanted to try everything at once, to fuck that pretty little mouth of hers, to invade her throat… She made me think of so many wild things… I’d already come, but I still wanted to keep devouring her, to make her open up completely for me.

“Oh, yes, Daddy… More. Fuck me harder… It’s so good,” Cassandra said, not helping my self-control at all. She bit her lips in a way that drove me wild and moved so perfectly on my cock—it was clear how desperate she was for more. She was as fiery as I was, my perfect match.

Cassandra Millans pleased me in every way.

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After breakfast, which was absolutely delicious in her company, Cassandra put on a bikini and one of my dress shirts, which looked incredibly sexy on her, in my opinion. She let her silky hair down, and I took her for a walk on the beach.

By coincidence, the clothes I was wearing matched her outfit. We were holding hands, strolling along the Los Angeles beach. She sipped coconut water, and we had a pleasant conversation.

“You know what we look like?” she asked as we walked on the sandy beach. The breeze was cool, the tide was low, and the day was perfect to spend with her.

“Like father and daughter?” I teased her about our age difference, and she swatted my shoulder, laughing.

“No, silly. You should say a couple. We look like a couple,” she corrected me, a bit direct.

“I know, I was just teasing you,” I explained, wrapping my arm around her waist. She laughed.

“You don’t look *that* old to be my dad,” she said, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. “Compared to you, my dad’s already pretty old,” she added.

“How old is your dad?”

“Around forty. Yeah, he’s turning forty this year,” she counted on her fingers, and I laughed at her cute gesture.

“Just that? My God, I’m older than my father-in-law,” I joked, laughing playfully.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her mouth agape. “How old are you?”

“Forty-two!? You didn’t know my age?”

She sucked in a breath, surprised. “Wow, you really are old,” she said, making me laugh for real.

“Is that a blessing or a curse?” I asked. Was it still an issue for her because of our age difference? I mean, I was clearly twice her age.

“You know, I’ve always preferred relics,” she winked at me, smirking mischievously.

I pulled her by the waist. “Good thing I’m a relic then.”

“You are, and I love it.” She kissed me, and I kissed her back, but she pulled away and ran, laughing like a child playing in the sand. I laughed too, chasing after her, and we ended up falling into the fine beach sand, rolling around.

“Stop, Josh. There’s sand in my hair,” she complained, pouting. “It’s so hard to get sand out of my hair. It’s going to be such a hassle later.”

“I’ll help you get the sand out,” I said, standing up after giving her a quick peck on the lips and pulling her by the arm.

“A promise is a promise, Mr. Carter,” she said, climbing onto my back. I held her and walked slowly along the beach with her clinging to my back.

“Don’t worry, I always keep my promises.”