Hans (Alliance #4)

Pressing my fingers into her flesh, I bury my thumb as deep as it will go in her snug asshole and slam my hips into her.

Wet slapping sounds fill the space around us, and I wish the overhead lights were on so I could see every fucking jiggle.

She’s making so many sounds.

Moans and whimpers and unintelligible words.

But I’m too far gone.

“That’s it.” I pull out and shove back in. “That’s my good girl.”

She whines. And then I fuck her with my thumb. Pushing it in and out of her little hole with the same speed as my dick.

“Hans. Hans.” She’s panting my name.

And goddamn, I wish I had an audio recorder in here. I want to hear her like this every night.

I want to own her.

I want to consume her in every way.

I thrust my hips forward as far as they’ll go, then press even harder, burying my thumb to the final knuckle.

I need every hole.

With my free hand, I reach up and slide my fingers up her throat, over her chin, and press my first two fingers into her open mouth.

Cassandra seals her lips around my fingers. And something clicks inside me.

She is mine.

I fight against the tightness in my balls. Fight the need to fill her with every drop of my seed.

Not yet.

Her tongue swirls around my fingers.

I drag my hips back, pull my thumb halfway out, slide my fingers from her mouth, then push in. Everywhere.

Heat. Pure heat fills me.

Cassandra’s pussy starts to flutter around my length. And I know she’s almost there.

I press my forehead to her shoulder. “You ready to come, Butterfly?”

She nods and moans around my fingers.

I drag my hand away from her mouth.

“Tell me,” I demand.

“Yes,” she cries. “I’m so?—”

I slap my hand down against her ass one last time. And when her body clenches in response, I shove as deep as I can, my cock skewering her insides.

And instead of soothing the smack, I reach around and pinch her clit.

The reaction is immediate.