Part 28 (1/2)

I work her c.l.i.t at the same time, finger her hard and fast, bring her racing forward. I feel her tighten up, feel her get hotter, wetter around my fingers.

”Yes,” she breathes, opening her legs wider for me. She's leaning against the lockers, still gripping onto my manhood, but squeezing it now, not jerking it.

I finger her like I did at the beach, lean forward and claim her lips in mine. She moans into my mouth and I love that. She sends her tongue into my mouth, and I love that.

”Oh, f.u.c.k,” she hisses, squeezing me even tighter. She's panting, writhing, and with my spare hand I pull down the sides of her jeans, her underwear.

She helps me urgently, wriggles out of them clamps onto my back when I get closer to her, when I lower myself.

”Don't come,” she whispers into my ear. I pull my fingers from her, place the tip of my c.o.c.k at her entrance and drive myself inside her, lifting her up against the lockers.

She lets out a loud cry of bliss, and I f.u.c.k her, pull her hips toward me to meet my every thrust.

”Hold onto my neck,” I tell her, leaning back.

I bury my fingers in my mouth, lick all of her s.e.x off them, and all I want is more of her. I send my hand in between us, start to finger her c.l.i.t.

”Louder,” I tell her, holding her face with my other hand, forcing her to look at me, forcing her to moan into my face.

I kiss her, f.u.c.k her, finger her. The sounds of our s.e.x bounce off the walls.

”s.h.i.+t,” she growls, eyes growing wide. ”Like that.”

”I know.”

”Don't stop.”

”I never do.”

I see it in her eyes, feel it in her body. That big ball of pressure is growing. I race her right to the top, don't pause, don't stop, send her over the edge.

”f.u.c.k!” she wails, nails digging into me, coming hard all over my c.o.c.k. I drive her through it, keep going, and her whole body is tight and tense with pleasure.

I can feel her tightness around my manhood, and f.u.c.king h.e.l.l I'm so d.a.m.n close to blowing my load inside her.

But then she's coming down, shuddering, shaking, knees week. We drop to the floor, she on top of me, me still inside her, and she straddles me before falling onto my chest, heaving, panting.

”Oh f.u.c.k that was good,” she breathes into my ear. I kiss her, smell her, lick up the sheen of sweat on her neck.

I love every inch of this girl.

A closed fist bangs against the door, and a voice booms through, startling Ca.s.sie.

”Chance Hudson, ten minutes!”

She climbs off me quickly, and I sit up, groaning, more s.e.xually frustrated than I can ever remember being.

My c.o.c.k is still hard as f.u.c.king steel, and looking down at myself, seeing her c.u.m all over me, just frustrates me more.

Ca.s.sie's busy getting her jeans and bra back on again, and I'm just standing around with a b.o.n.e.r that won't go away.

”I might have to tape this f.u.c.king thing to my leg,” I tell her.

She grins. ”You said you wanted to be teased.”

My heart is racing, and I know being this wound-up is giving me an extra reserve of strength, of determination. It's making me feel more aggressive.

Ca.s.sie opens my bag, and pulls out my tape, my compression shorts.

”Come on,” she says. ”You'd better get changed.”

I step toward her, bring her close to me, hold her tight against me, my manhood hard and awkward in between us.

I smell her again behind her ear, smell her hair, kiss her neck, then take her lips into mine in a long, slow kiss, one I never want to break free of.

I need her taste on my tongue, her smell in my mind, when I'm in that cage.

She's what I'm fighting for, and every second I'm reminded of it only makes me stronger.

When our kiss breaks, her eyes are red. I smirk at her.

”The h.e.l.l you about to cry for? I'm going to win this fight.”

”I know,” she says, running her hands over my chest. ”Just try not to get hurt too badly.”

”I almost came inside you, you know.”

”I know,” she says.

”Your dad will have heard us.”

She laughs. ”Like I f.u.c.king care anymore.”

I grin.

I turned a good girl bad.

Chapter Thirty Three.

Kaminski approaches me in the cage, knocks his head against mine, so I head-b.u.t.t him back, stare into his oddly gla.s.sy eyes.

”You ready, boy?” he barks into my face. I don't flinch, I don't back up, I just push my head into his, and grin at him.

”Are you, old man?”