Chapter 50

“I don’t think I can, not with your cock digging into my ass,” she panted, and Keith groaned.

“This is hard enough. Don’t make it harder.”

Cassandra ignored his words, slipped her hands under the covers, and pulled up her nightgown. His cock slapped against her ass cheeks, hot and hard, and they both groaned at the erotic pleasure.

“Fuck, Cassandra,” He whispered, “We can’t,”

“We can,” She purred, grinding her ass against him. Oh fuck, he felt good. He felt so good. She wanted more. She wanted him to shove her panties aside and just fuck the hell out of her. “I know you want me, Keith,”

Keith realized way too late that he was doomed. Her plump backside was nestled against his cock. Her scent of honey and roses filled the room, flooded his head and mind, and made him impossibly hard. He hadn’t intended to touch her. She had been afraid, and he had wanted to keep her safe. Fuck, touching her now, when she had been afraid just a few minutes ago, felt like