“Good girl.” Lips press against the side of my neck just as his free hand reaches around the front of my body to cup my sex.
My body tenses, then melts.
His fingers press and rub against the lace while his groan reverberates through my body.
“Fuck, Butterfly. You’ve soaked through your pristine little panties. I should probably take them off.”
“Oh my god.” My arms strain against his hold. “Hans. Please.”
“Since you asked so nicely.” He drags his fingers away from my core.
The heat of his body leaves my back, but I’m so flushed I don’t even feel the cooling night air anymore.
“Don’t move.” The hand holding my wrists behind my back flexes. “I expect you to listen this time, Girl.”
I nod in the dark.
Then he lets go of my wrists and slips his fingers under the top band of my underwear at my hips.
I sway, but I twine my fingers together, keeping my arms where he left them.
“That’s my girl.”
Hans drags my panties down, one inch at a time.
The lace scrapes over my skin, stretching as the elastic pulls over the widest part of my hips. Then down more. Peeling away from the dampness between my legs. And lower.
Hot breath brushes over my damp skin, and I realize he’s crouched down behind me.
I blink, but all I can see is black.
Hans stops when my underwear is at my knees, the wide stance he requested stopping him from taking them all the way off.
He slides his hands up the outside of my legs, the roughed skin feeling so decadent against my soft thighs.
“Fucking perfect.” He palms my ass again, only this time his face is level with it, and I’m suddenly very grateful for the dark.
But then his fingers dig into my flesh, getting a good grip, and he spreads me.
There.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I gasp even as I feel his exhale on my most private parts.
“A bear’s gotta eat,” he growls.
My mouth opens, but the breath gets stuck in my lungs when I feel Hans press his face into me.
I don’t have time to process what’s happening before his tongue flattens against my entrance from behind.
He’s spreading me farther, lapping at me, feasting on me.
My hands release their hold of each other, and I reach forward, gripping the edge of the countertop. “Oh, fuck.”
Hans makes a noise, but I can’t focus on it. I can’t focus on anything. Because he’s dragging his tongue up, between my…
“Oh, fuck,” I pant again, arching my back, shoving my ass farther into his face as he licks up and over… oh my god.
Hans pulls back, his hands and mouth leaving me at the same time, and I can’t stop my whimper.
“If you’re not gonna behave…” A metallic sound follows his words.
There’s a tug at the material around my knees, then it drops away completely.
Did he just cut my panties off?
“Hands.” It’s a one-word command, and based on his voice, I can tell he’s still lowered behind me.
I don’t know what he has planned, but right now, I’d do anything to have him finish what he started, so I straighten up and put my hands behind my back.
Lacy fabric twists around one wrist, then the other, tying them together.
My hot neighbor just cut my underwear off and is using it like a rope to tie me up.
“That’s better,” Hans sighs. Then he smacks my ass again.
I jolt, shuffling forward an inch, until my hips are pressed to the cabinets in front of me.
His hand soothes the sting, and I let the counter hold me up.
Without warning, Hans spreads my cheeks again and…
A cry of surprise escapes my throat.
He’s… oh Jesus, he’s licking my… my…
“Such a pretty little asshole.” Hans pulls back just enough to say the words, then his tongue rubs against my rear entrance again.
Hands trapped behind me, I lean my weight forward.
My legs are starting to shake.
He’s still…
Fuck me, why does this feel so good?
My breaths are coming hard.
Still spreading me open, he slides his thumbs down until they’re on either side of my slit, and I can feel them slide through my slickness.
“My dirty Butterfly.” Another lick. “Getting so wet when I lick this little hole.” Another pass of his tongue. “Bet you’ll get soaked when I fuck it.”
“Ohmygod.” My hands twist against the lace.
I never thought…
I’ve never even…
“Hans.” My cry echoes around the empty garage.
One hand shifts, and his thumb pushes inside my core.
We both moan as my pussy clenches around him.
He’s not touching my clit. His licks never reach that far forward. But I’m seconds away from coming as his tongue works in circles.
I clench around his thumb again. “Hans, please.”
He pulls his thumb out of me and slides it up to where his mouth is.
“Please what, Cassandra?” His thumb presses against the ring of muscle. “What are you begging me for?”
Hans applies more pressure, and the tip of his thumb pushes inside me. Where nothing ever has before.
I groan.
“Relax,” he commands.
And I try. With my body throbbing, I try.
Behind me is the sound of movement, and I can feel him stand back up.
The change in position twists his thumb, and I tense.
“Relax that sweet ass.” His free hand cracks down against my cheek.
I startle, but then I do as he says. And he slides his thumb in another half inch.
“Please,” I beg again.
The sound of his zipper is so loud in the empty room, it’s like I can feel it on my skin.
“Use your words, Butterfly. Tell me what you need.”
I feel dizzy.
I’m so ready to explode.
“Inside me.” I feel like I’m going to choke on the words. “I need you inside me.”
His thumb pulls out, then pushes back in. “I already have a finger buried in your ass.” He pushes it deeper still, and dots of light start to spark in my vision. “What else do you want?”
Embarrassment tries to overcome my lust, but I tell him. I tell him what I need more than I need my next breath. “I need your cock, Hans. Please.”
His body moves closer to mine, and I feel his jean-clad legs against the back of my bare ones.
“Where do you want it? Here?” He jiggles his thumb in my ass, and my clit starts to throb. “Or here?” Something warm and hard slaps up against my core.
I nod my head.
“Words.” He slaps his dick against my pussy a second time.
“There.” I’m almost sobbing now. “Put it in me there.”
He rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit once, my dripping arousal coating him instantly.
Then he starts to push in.
He’s so thick. So much to take.
My shoulders hunch forward, and I focus on breathing.
Hans holds still, with just the tip inside me, as he still rocks his thumb in and out of my ass.
I can’t…
It’s too much.
I’m stretched everywhere.
I can’t take it.
“So tight,” Hans grunts.
Then he thrusts forward, sinking every inch of his cock inside me.
CHAPTER 38
Hans
The cry that Cassandra lets out might be a scream, but I can hardly hear her over the rushing of my blood.
Her pussy is so fucking wet. So fucking tight.