Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
“Forever sounds good.” I reached up with one hand to undo the rope around Cass’s wrists. His hands immediately cupped my cheeks. I moaned as his tongue mated with mine. He began to pound into me, each stroke harder than the one before.
My cock was trapped between our bodies, but the way Cass’s abdomen was sliding over the shaft, I knew my already over-sensitized dick wouldn’t need any more stimulation.
“Love you so much,” Cass growled. He put one hand against the door and grabbed my ass with his other hand. He began ramming into me as sweat drenched his forehead. I kept one hand on his back while I used the other to push his hair out of his face so I could really see him. Between our shared moans and grunts, I knew we were both right there. I wished I could see the Mustang from the outside as it rocked back and forth. Cass’s hand was the only thing keeping my head from hitting the door. His other hand lifted one of my legs so it was over his shoulder. He was as deep inside of me as he could get, but his frenzied pounding and the slapping of his heavy balls against my ass was proof that it wasn’t enough. The new position meant the hand of the arm he was using to brace my leg was free. I closed my eyes as the near painful feel of his long fingers wrapping around my dick ripped through me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Cass yelled as he rammed into me several more times, nailing my prostate in the process. I shouted when the orgasm hit. It rolled over me in waves as my dick shot streams of cum everywhere. Cass slammed into me one final time. He’d moved his arm so he could hold on to my thigh. When his release began to fill me, he gripped my leg hard, holding me in place as his dick continued to spill inside of me. The sensation of his hot juices coating my insides had more spunk coming out of me every time my body jerked with an aftershock. Whenever his dick pushed forward despite having nowhere to go, another aftershock hit me, causing me to squeeze my inner muscles, which then set him off again. It seemed to last forever.
Cass collapsed on top of me, his heavier weight pushing me into the leather seats beneath me. Between my sweat and my cum, he was going to get his wish. The car would smell like me for a while. It would smell like him too, because even though his dick was still inside of me, I could feel his semen seeping out of my ass.
Neither of us spoke as we both caught our breath and continued to let the aftermath of the orgasm hold our bodies captive.
A lot had changed in the span of just a few weeks, but I knew that what we were feeling now would be forever.
As much as I liked having Cass all to myself, I was glad that besides me and Sully, Cass was getting to spend time with both his father and little brother. Chandler Ashby was still recovering in the hospital. He’d had multiple surgeries to deal with all the damage the bullet had done, but he was awake and talking.
To both his sons.
Charlie had reconnected with his father as easily as if they’d never been apart. Cass’s relationship with his father was going to take time to rebuild.
A lot of time.
The sheer volume of lies Patricia Ashby had fed to Cass over the years had been beyond what he could have imagined. Cass’s mother hadn’t had cancer prior to conceiving Cass. She’d died of ovarian cancer a year after his birth. The relationship between Cass’s mother and father had been one bound in love and Chandler had never once cheated on her.
Patricia hadn’t approved of Jaqueline Croft for her son because of her “breeding.” Cass’s grandmother had viewed Cass’s mother as being below the Ashby’s social station. Jaqueline hadn’t come from money, she hadn’t been a part of the elite “society,” and she’d had what Patricia Ashby had deemed a failure of a career. Cass’s mother had been an elementary school teacher and she’d loved every moment of it. In one of Chandler Ashby’s few moments of independence from his overbearing mother, he’d eloped with the love of his life. When he’d lost her a couple years later, Chandler had been so stricken with grief that he’d handed Cass off to his own mother. By the time Chandler had tried to get him back, Patricia had held enough power to get official custody of Cass.
Chandler had admitted to Cass that he hadn’t fought hard enough for his first son and that he’d been too lost in drugs and alcohol to make sense of the death of Cass’s half sister, Allison. When he’d sobered up long enough to accept it, he’d compartmentalized it in the same way Cass had escaped the horrors of prison. Chandler, like so many others, had been pulled into Patricia Ashby’s world where control meant power and power meant money. Patricia had bullied and manipulated her son from the time he’d been a child, and Chandler’s father hadn’t had the strength to go against his wife, a woman he’d truly loved at one point. The cycle had continued with each new Ashby male heir, but it had been broken with Cass when he’d met my family and had learned what being part of a family really meant. Unwilling to let Cass go even after his time in the military, she’d been planning on getting him back under her control.