Filed to story: The Alpha’s Pen Pal Book
She claims she paints her smiles on, but that is a lie. Her smiles are genuine, an outside representation of the joy she finds and creates for herself despite her pain. And that makes them even more beautiful, valuable, and special.
The game continues, and every round, all of Cassandra’s bags land right in the hole. Her excitement grows with each toss, and so do Sebastian’s suspicions. Her and Maddie win fast and handedly, and as we all meet in the middle of the court to shake hands at the end of the match, Seb says, “Are you sure that was your first time playing cornhole?”
“Pinky promise!” Cassandra says, lifting hers in the air towards him.
“I don’t know,” I say, rubbing my jaw. “I still think you hustled us.”
“And what if I did?” she asks as Maddie and Seb head off in opposite directions to enjoy the festival.
“I’m sure I could think of some acceptable form of punishment, if that was the case.” I glide my hands up her arms as I close the distance between us, leaving only an inch of space. “I think I’d punish this pretty little mouth for lying,” I say, tilting her chin up with my hand and padding my thumb over her bottom lip.
Her heart thuds in her chest, and she rubs her thighs together, her tongue darting out to tease the tip of my thumb. “Is it really a punishment if I enjoy it?” she asks, her lashes fluttering as her neck and back arch, pushing her breasts forward.
A laugh rumbles in my chest, and I shake my head at her, lowering my face so our noses touch and my breath teases her mouth. “It is when you have to wait all day to receive said punishment.”
I squeeze her neck as she leans forward, trying to kiss me, but my hold on her keeps her in place. “Nolan…” Her voice is low and needy, and she strains against my hold, but I’m unrelenting.
I stroke the front of her throat with my thumb and wrap my arm around her waist, bringing her body flush to mine while still keeping our lips from touching. “We should walk around,” I say, even as I press my palm against her lower back and thrust my hips forward subtly so my dick rubs against her body. “There is still so much for us to do out here before we can go home.”
The front door slams shut behind us, and the second it’s closed, Cassandra is on me, her hands clutching at my shirt and her mouth slamming against mine in a fierce kiss. I match her intensity, lifting her into my arms, my hands cupping her ass as she wraps her infinitely long legs around my waist. There is none of the lingering sweetness or drawn out romance from the weekend. We find ourselves in pure, frenzied lust, driven by the anticipation and tension built up over the entire day.
The moonlight pouring through the windows bathes the house in shadows. But I navigate by memory, climbing the stairs and heading into the bedroom with her body in my arms, her lips attached to mine, and her moans and sighs playing in my ears.
The tips of my fingers graze her pussy through her tight shorts as I massage her ass, and her thighs tense and relax as she rolls her hips against me, searching for friction from my dick.
“Holy fucking Goddess,” I groan as her nails score across my back through my shirt, and her mouth moves to my jaw and down my neck.
My eyes roll from the feel of her lips so close to my marking spot. My dick twitches and my balls tighten, threatening an unexpected orgasm. I grab her ponytail and yank her head back and away from my neck. We pant, chests brushing each other with each inhale, and I hold her heated, darkened stare, freezing all my other movements.
I’m so close to coming, and she hasn’t even wrapped her lips around my cock yet.
I need her to. Now. Before I explode.
I lower her to her feet, keeping her body pressed to mine and her ponytail wrapped around my hand. I lift my free hand to her throat, extending a claw and dragging it gently down the length of her neck before I slice through her shirt and her sports bra. The fabric slides down her relaxed arms to the floor, leaving her topless before me. Her nipples tighten in the cool air, and I circle each with my still-extended claw, sending goose bumps skittering over her soft, ivory skin and a shiver down her spine. Her body trembles and her lips part, her chin tilting higher.
“So fucking beautiful,” I say, dipping my head to where her neck meets her shoulder. “How wet are you?” I ask, lowering my hand to her waistband.
Her breath hitches, and her heart skips a beat in her chest as I blow on her skin. “Soaked,” she murmurs, her hands curling into the hem of my shirt.
“Show me.” I back away from her. She blinks as I leave her quivering and alone, her top half exposed for my eyes to feast on. “Show me how wet you are, Cassandra.”
Her throat bobs, and she slides her shorts and underwear off in one go, her hands shaking and her breaths quickening. She backs up towards the bed, palms resting on the mattress, ready to scoot herself back, but I shake my head. “Turn around.”
She pauses for only a moment, then spins—slowly—giving me a wonderful presentation of her gorgeous naked body. Her round breasts, her cute ass, and her long, smooth legs all fight for the attention of my eyes. But I’m focused on that spot at the top of her thighs as she plants her feet on the floor, lowers her upper body onto the mattress, and spreads her thighs, showcasing her beautiful, dripping wet pussy to me.
“Goddess, look at you.” I stalk up behind her, eyes locked on that delightful, glistening pussy. “Were you thinking about my cock in your mouth all day?”
She nods, the movement frantic and needy. “Yes.”
My palms skim up the back of her thighs, my thumb stroking over the first letter of my rewritten name on her skin, barely visible between her spread legs. She moans, her neck arching off the bed, and I chuckle.
“So eager and so naughty.” I swipe my fingertip between her lower lips and raise it to my mouth, sucking her wetness off the tip as I hold her green and gold gaze. “And sweet as sin, too.” My hands massage her butt, and my thumb plays with her puckered hole, teasing the outside of it. “I can’t wait to play with your pretty little ass.” She clenches, and her fingers grapple with the sheets, a shiver of anticipation rippling over her. “Not tonight. Tonight, I have to punish you. But I’ll do it soon. I promise.”
I deliver two swift smacks to her ass cheeks. The sharp sounds and her answering yelp are satisfying as fuck. I soothe the sting with my hands, caressing the now pink cheeks and grazing my thumb over her pussy lips. Her clit pulses when I reach it, and I bite my lip, my body tensing as I keep myself from dropping to my knees behind her to taste her. Her scent fills the room, decadent and heavy, and my dick twitches again.
“Get on your hands and knees on the bed,” I order her, moving around the foot of the bed and removing my clothes as I go.
She scrambles to get into position, desperate to listen and be ready for me when I reach the other side. Her breasts sway and bounce with her movements, and she watches me as I strip myself, her pupils wide and her lips parted as she catches her breath. Her back curves slightly, lifting her ass into the air, and her nipples are harder than ever, pointing at the mattress and almost begging me to play with them.
But she’s been naughty, and I have to follow through on my promise to punish her lying little mouth.
I am a male of my word, after all.
I climb onto the bed and position myself on my knees in front of her. I smooth her hair back with my hands, then cup her cheeks, holding her in place as I rock my hips forward and tease her mouth with the tip of my rock-hard dick. Just once before I ask, “Are you ready?”
She gazes up at me through her long, thick lashes, keeping eye contact with me as she opens her mouth and takes me in. Only the head at first, her tongue swirling around it and her fingers curling into the covers as I grip her face tighter.
I guess that’s her answer.
“Fuck…” The word leaves my mouth in a long groan that turns into a hiss of pleasure.
My hips rock forward in a slow rhythm, nudging my dick further into her mouth which each pulse. I grit my teeth, and every muscle in my body tenses as she takes in more of me, her jaw relaxing and moans of her own enjoyment vibrating around my cock. Further and further into her mouth I push, until my tip brushes the back of her throat.
I hold us there for a moment, staring down at her, both of us breathing through the intense pleasure and the overwhelming sensuality of being together this way. Her eyes shine, and I caress her face, using my eyes and my touches to tell her what I can’t yet put into words.
My hips shift backwards, and then I drive them forward, pounding into her mouth vigorously. Her body rocks with my thrusts, her tits dancing, and her hands white-knuckling the blankets, but she holds my gaze and takes everything I give her. Her eyes glitter with a mix of lust and trust, and I know I won’t last long with the way her pink lips feel like paradise around my dick and the way she looks like pure sin while I’m fucking her pretty mouth.
She’s sheer perfection, and she’s all mine.
All fucking mine.
I growl and thrust harder, my mental claim on her bringing me closer to my release. Her breathing speeds up, and her body quivers, her thighs inching closer together as her eyes plead with mine.
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