With My Breath (Lose My Breath #1)

CHAPTER FIVE

The vitrine doors open, and we are welcomed to a dozen Renaissance windows with Roman designs carved intricately along the white panels and walls. I gasp at the towering windows held up by stone pillars, and the city of New York greets me as I make my way into the penthouse.

There are no blinds, and the chalk curtains are peeled away, providing panoramic views of the stunning city and the lavish swimming pool located outside on the deck.

I step out of my heels, not caring that it isn’t my home, and allow my bare feet to glide across the graphite floors. The penthouse is enormous, and fog-tufted sofas hold up the floor as an oversized flat-screen TV descends from the ceiling in front of them.

I reach the Renaissance windows and allow the visibility to devour me as I slide open the glass door. The smell of crisp water swims up my nostrils, and the wind swipes the sides of my face as I shuffle over to the pool.

“So gorgeous,”

I breathe while sidling onto the chaise, resting my back against the velvet creases as I appreciate the multicolored lights pirouetting through the pool.

“Are you pleased,”

Casimir asks, his body parked against the door frame as he watches me.

My eyes roam the city below us as I inhale the crisp smell of saltwater from the ocean not far from where we are.

“Am I pleased? More like amazed; this is the most exquisite place I have ever seen in my life.”

A chill consumes me, and almost instantly, Casimir is in front of me, lying a plush blanket across my lap. I study him as his eyes scan me lasciviously—the burn in those sapphire hues brewing a fire deep inside me.

“I think I may sit out here for a while,”

I manage while appreciating the view.

“That’s fine. The food will be up shortly. I can keep you company until it arrives.”

Casimir slides onto the chaise, arresting me in his sapphire gaze as he casually removes his suit jacket and tie, setting them to the side as he strives for comfort.

His eyes are bluer and more vivid than the elucidated pool water itself, and I suck in my bottom lip while taking in his body. He peruses me as he slowly unbuttons his shirt. His chest is bare and toned. Those abs, those abs look tougher than steel, and I am pleased to know he manscapes. Not one hair is visible along his chest, and I carry my eyes along his body as he watches me. My pussy is throbbing, and I want him to know that I want him. That I need him.

My clit is beating with need as juices slide from my pussy, and I know what I must do. I grant my tongue permission to trace my lips as my eyes move back up to his. Casimir is scooting closer to me, his hand riding up my leg, and I quake.

The lust probes at my soul like temptation in the night. He shifts forward again, but just before he gets to me, just before he can give me what I need. He stands, and he’s hard. Hard as a brick, and he’s big, bigger than I’ve ever seen, and I question if my tiny pussy can withstand whatever it is he will give her.

Casimir’s gaze intensifies, and I push myself forward, peeling the blanket from atop my body. Without thinking, my hands reach for his slacks, and my fingers are unbuttoning and unzipping them, the pounding of my heart rushing through my ears as I bring him closer to me. I free the rigid member from its cage, and it’s beautiful, so beautiful. The most beautiful dick I have ever seen.

The blue vein in his dick pulsates with my heartbeat, the pink tip summoning me as pre cum drips from it. I move closer. My mouth is watering with need, pussy pounding with desire, and I place him inside of my mouth. I don’t tease. I don’t tiptoe. I go all the way, and he gasps. Oh my God, he gasps so loudly, and it turns me on even more.

I draw back and flick the round tip with my tongue, tracing the erection down to his balls and back. I suck in the head of his dick as if I’m sucking a popsicle and release another moan, louder this time. I massage his dick while moving my mouth along it, bobbing and weaving, stroking, licking, sucking, and cupping his balls as fervid moans run from his lips.

“Fucking hell, sweetheart. You’re going to be the death of me,”

Casimir growls as his breath locks in his throat.

A hand makes its way behind my head, but I’m controlling the pace sucking as much of him into my mouth as I can, not even choking as the tip of his dick massages the back of my throat. My hand drags to my pussy, and I’m ripping through my panties, desperately reaching for my clit.

I massage my clit to the thrust of his dick, and needy moans fall from my mouth as I stroke his balls with my free hand while sucking him harder and harder. Casimir tries to stop me. He wants to lift me to fuck me, but I’m not done showing him how much I yearn for him.

“Damn, what are you doing to me, baby?”

I take my hand and swipe his away before bringing it right back to my clit as I bob on his dick.

“Oh.”

I cry out as I climb the ladder.

Casimir’s body shudders, and I know he is reaching his peak, and I’m loving it. I need him to see that I give the best head ever. I want him to melt when I make him cum.

So, I go faster, sucking the tip and flicking the slit with my tongue. Bobbing and weaving while massaging his now hot balls in my hand as they begin to contract.

“Fuck Jasmine,”

Casimir snaps. “I’m going to cum,”

He moans, but I don’t stop.

I suck the tip of his dick, forcing out his cum, and his body throbs as his balls contract. His dick jumps in appreciation as he explodes a full load in my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,”

Casimir moans uncontrollably. The man is so loud I know the neighbors can hear him.

My body quakes as I reach my peak while swallowing every drop of his cum, and he tastes delicious. Thick, sweet, and smooth as it glides down my throat.

“OH.”

I purr as I reach nirvana.

Casimir’s cum, muffling my cries as he extricates my mouth with a pop.

I crash back onto the chaise, my body limpid, and I become mortified at my wanton actions.

Casimir grips the corner of the chaise, plummeting slowly onto it next to me as if he is too weak to stand.

I look down at his dick which is still hard, so hard as he lays back. His shirt is still attached but unbuttoned. I want to lick his chest and sketch his muscles with my tongue, but I stop myself before I can do anything else I will regret.

Casimir’s phone vibrates, and he is up in less than a second, hiding his member and zipping his pants. His poisonous blue eyes find mine. The look of fire and raw need dancing in his hues, and I know he wants more, but he doesn’t want to force me, and I respect him for that.

He rears from the chaise, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m going to make you mine, Jasmine,”

Casimir manifests before slipping inside the penthouse.

I bring my fingers to my lips and dampen them with my slick cum as I chew on the words he just said. I’m going to make you mine.

What does Casimir mean by that? Does he want to be with me? If so, did he forget I have kids? Lastly, I can’t possibly leave my husband for a man who has never loved before.

I leap to my feet, straightening my dress in the process. My legs lead me inside the penthouse and over to the dashing two-island stone countertop inside the mega-size kitchen. Soft gold glistens as Casimir takes out the food, and I slide into one of the stoned chairs placed in front of the first island.

Casimir brings the food to me, his eyes lingering on mine as he sets up our plates. “Wine?”

“Sure,”

I reply while chewing on a baguette.

Spicy Tomato sauce swivels through my nose, and my stomach growls at the sight of the meatball and spaghetti in front of me. I’m not good with wines, but when Casimir leaves and returns with a bottle of Chateau Lafite Pauillac 2010, I gasp.

“That’s a thousand-dollar bottle of wine,”

I say a bit louder than I aimed.

Casimir winks at me, and my God, the man is gorgeous. He places two flutes on the island and pops open the wine bottle, filling the flutes while keeping me prisoner in his intense blue gaze.

I adjust in my seat as seasoned tomato sauce and perfectly cooked pasta flavor my taste buds, slithering hot down my throat.

“What should we toast to,”

He asks, a sparkle in those fiery blue eyes.

“I’m not sure,”

I reply while taking my flute.

Casimir holds his flute in the air, and I can’t help but stare at his exposed chest. Everything about the billionaire turns me on, and I writhe against the wetness between my legs.

Casimir’s gaze shifts up to the majestic stone-style ceiling, the chain light elucidating his olive skin in gold. His eyes swing back to me, and he looks at me—and I mean really looks at me.

“To making you mine,”

Casimir says as he moves his flute to mine.

My heart flutters in confusion as I tap my flute against his. Does Casimir Slate really want to be with me? I sip the wine and allow the sharp but smooth taste to skate down my tongue, my taste buds dancing with satisfaction.

I set the flute down and take another bite of my food. My mind is in overdrive as I relive our sexscapade.

“You’re extremely quiet, Jasmine…. Should I be concerned,”

Casimir asks in between his bites of food.

I shake my head and continue eating, unsure what to say as Casimir stands in front of me, eyeing me.

“I’m sure you know that little stunt you pulled out there drove me crazy.”

I pause, my eyes daring to meet his as he swallows another bite of his food.

“Surely you know I can’t let you go after that.”

An enticing smile crawls across my face, displaying emotions I’d rather keep hidden. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,”

I say as I finish the last of my meal.

Casimir narrows his gaze, and I know his mood has switched to severe.

“I don’t think you understand, sweetheart.”

He rears around the table, and my heart climbs to my throat as he eats up the distance between us. “I. Am. Going. To. Make. You. Mine.”

I push my hands against the island in an attempt to stand.

“Don’t get up.”

The demand in his tone freezes me in my seat. My heart palpitates as Casimir wraps my hair around his hand, drawing my head back slowly—my throat bucks, struggling to retrieve air as the billionaire towers over me, as intimidating as ever. And I want him. I need him.

My nipples harden against the underpinnings of my dress, and I contract my abdomen as he leans down, his sapphire eyes burning me as he slams his lips against mine and takes my mouth forcefully.

I moan into his mouth as his tongue slides in and massages my throat. His grip on my head tightens as he brings his tongue out and sucks my lips. Hard.

“OH,”

I let out as my body trembles.

Casimir’s fingers latch to the bud of my nipples through my dress, and I rock as he tweaks it, his lips roaming down my neck as heat floods through me.

“Casimir,”

I whisper as my body gears up.

But just when I yearn for more when my body is on the cusp of giving in, Casimir steps away, his hands deserting my hair as confusion crawls up my spine, leaving me cold and breathless, with my pussy throbbing with need.

A plump older woman treks down the iron stairs, and I push to my feet in no time.

“Greta, clean this for me,”

Casimir instructs as he picks his phone up from the island.

Does he know I’m still here? Does he know I’m wet? I made him cum. Is he not going to return the favor? I question as I stand idly in the kitchen.

Casimir pauses at the other end of the kitchen, and his eyes reach mine. “Your clothes arrived earlier today. I instructed Greta to place them in the guest room, which you will find upstairs to your left. Grab a shower and get some rest; I need to take this call.”

Casimir winks at me and darts down the narrow hall where his home office is, I assume, and I’m left wet and horny.

What kind of game is he playing? I make my way up the convoluted stairs. Jasmine, snap out of it. How many times are you going to fuck up before actually realizing you are fucking up?

I leap for the first room on the left as directed. Sheer pink wraps me as I reach for the switch and swipe on the light. Much like the rest of the penthouse, large Renaissance windows provide panoramic views of the city as I venture further in.

I study the elegant space. The king-size Picardy bed is draped in sheer pink blankets, sheets, and pillowcases. A pearl princess makeup vanity sits across from the bed, and I make my way over to the large pearl dresser.

Whose room is this? Has someone slept here before? I open the dresser, and sure enough, garments are placed neatly inside. Sexy garments. Lingerie in several shades. Silk slips between my fingers as I search through the negligees. The thong panties are soft and delicate, and I can tell this lingerie is expensive.

I run my hands across the bras in the drawer, appreciating their quality. All the items still have tags attached, so I know no one has worn them. My eyes shift to the bathroom, and my feet transfer me there before I permit them.

Caramelized walls swirled in gold surround me as I enter the pristine bathroom. The floor is iced in white and gold. Gold ropes swing from the ceilings, providing a soft light. A large bullion free-standing tub centers the bathroom, and I’m astounded by its beauty.

I make my way to the tub and slam on the gold faucet, running my hands under the warm water as the tub fills. I open a bath bomb sitting on the tub, and lilies scent the bathroom as I toss it in the water; this is beyond remarkable.

I walk over to the diamond-carved mirror and counter. I swipe a gold brush with the initials T.R. carved into it. T.R.? Tianna Ricci? I cast my eyes across the bathroom. Pink towels line the expensive towel racks, and the initials T.R. are carved into them as well.

I open the vanity mirror, and tawny makeup and powder sit inside—a perfect shade for Tianna Ricci’s skin.

“I hope it doesn’t bother you.”

The sudden intrusion forces me to jump; spinning on my heels, I turn to discover Casimir standing at the entrance of the bathroom. Black gym shorts hug his bottom as his bare, swollen chest bucks at me.

My gaze drifts to the gold brush in my hand and then back up at Casimir. “This was her room. You shared this penthouse with her.”

The revelation knots my heart. I’m not sure why I care, but I do.

“As mentioned previously, I have many residencies,”

Casimir replies as he shuffles over to the tub.

I watch as he leans down and slams off the water, his biceps hurling with muscles as he lifts. I place the expensive brush on the counter and cross the bathroom to the tub.

Casimir studies me, his sapphire eyes burning into my skin. “You’re so very beautiful,”

He murmurs as he moves behind me.

Goosebumps pebble on my skin as he unzips my dress, and I suck in a breath. My teeth pin into my bottom lip as the sharp smell of him smothers me, his knuckles gliding gently down my back, making me tremble in lust.

I cry a moan as warm lips press against my spine, and he begins to trace my skin with his tongue.

“So, fucking delectable?”

Casimir rasps as he kisses and licks my back.

“Oh, Casimir,”

I cry, my clit throbbing with raw need.

Casimir grabs me hard, almost lifting me off my feet, and he crushes my skin with his lips, sucking and kissing me, making me weak. My legs wobble as heat tracks the path of his tongue down my back, low moans running from my lips as my pussy waters.

I want to give in with all my might, but then, the promises I made to Alex come crashing back into my mind, and I know this is all wrong. I need to stop it now. Regardless of how badly I may want to give myself to the billionaire, this is all wrong.

“Cas- Casimir. I can’t,” I moan.

His lips leave my skin, and I whimper at the loss. But unfortunately, I’m not ready to go all the way. Not yet. Not until I know what it is I want.

Casimir lets out a deep growl as he steps back.

“I’m sorry,”

I whisper as he adjusts his hard member.

“When you’re ready,” He rasps.

The look in Casimir’s eyes is a raw need, and I can see his dick throbbing in his pants, his need matching my own as we watch one another.

“I’ll be in the upstairs gym if you need me.”

I wait for Casimir to leave the room entirely before removing my dress and stepping quickly into the bathtub. My body shudders at the hot sensation, and I deluge myself deep into the aqua, resting my head against the bath pillow as I close my eyes.

“Jasmine, you have a call. The young lady insists it’s important,”

Greta says as she extends the phone, her aged voice startling my eyes open.

Sitting up in the tub, I grip Greta's phone. “Thank you, Greta,”

I say, waiting for her to leave so I can take the call privately.

Greta exits the bathroom, and I check my phone to see Kaiden waving at me through FaceTime.

“Hi, Kaiden.”

“Mommy, when are you coming home? I miss you.”

I sigh as a sad smile spreads on Kaiden’s face. Charlotte is sitting behind him with Layla wrapped in her arms.

“I’m sorry, Jasmine. The kids couldn’t sleep. They were asking for you.”

“Don’t be, Charlotte. Thank you for calling me,”

I say, gifting Charlotte an appreciative smile.

I send my attention back to my son, who seems happy to see my face.

“Mommy is working. Okay, Kaiden, but I will be home soon. I promise. Where’s daddy?”

“Daddy came home wobbling, and he passed out on the sofa. I tried to wake him, but he kept getting angry.”

I suck in a breath, trying to contain my frustration. “No baby don’t wake daddy. He’s tired and needs to rest, just like the two of you.”

“Mama,”

Layla says as I center my attention on her.

“Mama will be home soon, Layla, but you and Kaiden need to get some sleep.”

I sing the kids a song and say our nightly prayers, and I’m off the phone and once again relaxing in the bath. I miss my children so much, but in my entire eight years of marriage, I have never had a night alone.

This night is much needed, and as I lay submerged in the hot water, I release all my stress. Not only am I grateful for Charlotte, but I’m also thankful that Casimir gave me the job of assistant. Who knows where I would be if he hadn’t?

“You did what? You are about five minutes away from fucking a billionaire Jas. A billionaire,”

Tess echoes through the phone as I lay in the bed.

“I know Tess. I know, but I’m not ready to go there with him yet. Besides, it feels weird sleeping in his ex-fiancé’s bed. Did they not share a room,”

I ask, my eyes reeling along the ceiling.

I have drawn the curtains and turned off the lights, making the room pitch black. But somehow, staring at the ceiling makes me feel as if I’m searching for an explanation that won’t be provided.

“Who cares, Jas? Tianna is ancient history. It’s your turn now. Fuck him, girl, fuck him good. Show him how black girls do it.”

I laugh at Tess’s reply, not quite knowing how to respond, my naked body rolfing against the sheer sheets.

“Did you forget I’m still married?”

“Did you forget you filed for Legal separation after Alex cheated on you a second time? No one is saying you need to jump into something serious but have some fun. Live a little girl.”

“I did tell Alex I wanted to work things out with us, Tess, but now I’m not so sure.”

An unsurprised groan reverberates through the speaker of the phone.

“Not only did Alex get home late tonight, but he was also extremely drunk. He’s drinking again, and we both know how he gets when he drinks. I had to ask Charlotte to stay overnight to watch the kids.”

“Oh, Jas, how many chances are you going to give Alex before you’ve had enough?”

Tess’s question haunts me, and I wonder if staying with Alex is a good idea. “I’m not sure. It’s difficult being a single mom,” I gasp.

“And that’s why you have me. I know I’m always working, Jas, but I promise I will be here when you need me. But don’t settle because you feel you’re obligated to. You deserve so much better.”

Tess’s words facsimile with Casimir’s, and I exhale a much-needed breath. Weight bars the top of my eyelids as my body slackens.

“It’s getting late, Tess. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Ok, get some rest and promise me I will be the first person you call after you let him smash.”

My eyes roll their way up to the ceiling as I agree to Tess’s request before telling her good night and hanging up the phone.

Silence looms in the room as I lay in bed, conferring with my thoughts. If you need anything, I will be at the upstairs gym . Casimir’s words sounded more like a request, and I questioned if I should go to him. I’m irritated, upset, and exhausted, and one thing I want more than being desired is being held and lying underneath Casimir as he pounds into me relentlessly. My pussy juices up at my lustful thoughts, but I don’t act on them. I simply close my eyes and drift into a deep sleep.

The smell of cologne and dark whisky wakes me, and my eyes opened to discover Casimir lying in bed next to me. His head is placed slightly below my chest, and without thinking, I comb my fingers through the waves of thick raven hair—something I’ve been wanting to do since the first time I laid eyes on him.

It doesn’t surprise me that Casimir is in this bed. It does stun me that he hasn’t attempted anything sexual with me since I’m lying completely naked underneath the sheer sheets, but then again, he’s Casimir Slate. One of the most respectful men I’ve ever met. Of course, he wouldn’t fuck me while I’m sleeping. Although I must admit, the idea does sort of turn me on.

? A gentle moan pulls from his mouth as my hands continue carrying through the waves of his hair, my pussy pulsating with need as I inhale the sandalwood scent of him, and I wrangle against the wetness between my legs as my clit throbs. I want Casimir, I want him badly, but I’m still married.

The lack of snoring tells me he’s awake, so I don’t hesitate with what I’m about to say next.“Do you miss her?”

The question resounds through the quiet, spacious room. Casimir gulps in preparation for his response, and my hand pauses at the top of his head in anticipation.

“You can’t miss someone you never loved.”

The words stab deep inside my chest as he frees them.

My fingers whirl through his hair once again as I think of my next question. “Are you incapable of loving someone?”

That gets me a snarky laugh, and I lift my hand as Casimir turns sideways on my abdomen, his shadow rubbing my skin through the thin sheet covering me.

I pare through the heat of fire vrooming inside me at our proximity.

“Of course, I’m capable of love, Jasmine. I love my family and close friends. I even care for the children I mentor.”Casimir’s voice vibrates through my stomach, and I sigh in relief.

So, he is capable of love. Regardless of how hard I try; I can’t choke back my interest. Casimir explicitly said I’m not to speak about his relationship with Tianna Ricci again, but I want to know more about Casimir Slate.

“So why didn’t you love her?”

I rest my hand atop Casimir’s head, allowing the luscious waves of his hair to buff my skin.

The room is still pitch black, and although I can’t see Casimir’s face, I can still feel his eyes searching for mine. His breathing is steady, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s asking himself the very same question.

“Tianna isn’t the kind of woman you love. She’s the kind of woman you guard your heart from.”

Casimir’s response convicts me and owns me all the same.

To imagine Casimir Slate’s heart being broken is like imagining the Statue of Liberty crumbling to pieces. On the outside, he appears untouchable and enigmatic, but on the inside, his heart beats emotions just like everyone else's.

“You tell me you don’t believe in love. Yet you decide to stay in a loveless marriage.”

The sentence is a statement rather than a question.

“For the children,”

I let out.

“You would allow your kids to be raised in a household where love is not present?”

“That is a question,”

I think to myself.

“I don’t believe true love exists, or maybe love just has a way of eluding me.”

My lips are heavy as they expel my reply, and my tongue traces the inside of my jaw once it sinks in.

Casimir kisses me on my stomach through the thin sheet, and my body arches up at the sensation, my pussy throbbing desperately for contact.

He drags the sheet from across my body, exposing my bare skin to the chilly air, but his mouth quickly warms me as he places hot kisses across my abdomen, sucking and licking my body moderately.

“You have been hurt too many times. Please allow me to take the pain away,”

Casimir whispers between kisses as his hands grip my hips.

A moan dances on my lips as he drags me further down the bed, positioning me to his liking. Casimir’s skin is piping hot, gripping me like steel as he begins sucking and kissing my body, leaving a trail of heat behind as his mouth moves across me.

Both his hands squeeze my ass cheeks firmly, and a whispered moan leaves me as he massages them, his tactful touch bringing my body to a tremble. I want him. I need him, and although I know this is wrong, the desire is burning through me like fire burns through coal. I want Casimir to have every ounce of me, and I will give it to him with my breath.

Casimir’s tongue sketches slowly down my abs, and I shiver once it reaches my pussy. A moan rumbles in his throat as his lips kiss the top of my pussy, his moisture coating me as his tongue slides gently down my pussy lips.

“You smell divine, Jasmine. I have thought of nothing else but what your cum will taste like on my tongue from the moment I made you orgasm in my office.”

“Jesus,”

I whisper as his tongue slants across the sticky folds, teasing and tasting before slipping completely into my gushing entrance.

“Casimir,”

I cry as his tongue pushes back up, circling my clit artfully before sucking it flatly in his mouth.

My breath hitches in my chest as his fingers throb across the lips of my pussy, playing with my stickiness as he moans.

“Casimir we should”

“Don’t speak,”

He demands, and for some reason, I obey.

My body bucks wildly as his mouth provides me with sensations I’ve never felt before. Casimir’s fingers rove across my g spot, their pulsing, bowing my back higher and higher. I cry more loudly as he wraps his lips around my clit, providing the ball of nerves with a steady suck as his digits show me no mercy. Pulsing deeper and deeper inside me, so freaking deep, all while sucking my clit.

My body trembles against the bed as his sucking intensifies. I’m shaking uncontrollably as his free hand holds me down.

The low growls rolling from Casimir’s mouth tell me he enjoys it, but I’m reveling in it. My body is hot, inflamed with pleasure, and my clit jumps against his tongue while his fingers stimulate muscles inside me that make me weep.

“Casimir, please. I-I can’t take it,”

I breathe out; my moans now screams in the darkness.

But he doesn’t listen. His free hand holds me back as my pussy juice gushes all over his fingers. My clit pulsated rhythmically.

“OH,”

I weep loudly, not giving a damn who hears me.

Casimir growls again, and my body rockets to heights I’ve never gone before. My breath escapes me as I reach a new high. One that distorts my vision and makes my head feel light. One more thrust from Casimir, and I know I will be there.

He sticks his tongue inside my pussy, licking and savoring the very taste of me before switching it out for his fingers as his tongue finds my clit once again. And just as expected, he sucks my clit hard and deep as his digits work my spot.

I moan as my orgasm snaps through me like lightning, dragging me through the depths of the thunderstorm. My clit throbs as ejaculation spur from it, the pleasurable sensation rippling deliciously through me.

“OHHHHHHH,”

I scream, and I mean, I scream as I explode, my cum pooling into his mouth as my body convulses uncontrollably.

“Good girl. Such a good girl. You cum, and squirt for me,”

Casimir moans as I continue to ejaculate.

“Casimir. I’m so sorry.”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment. I had no idea a woman could ejaculate.

“Don’t apologize, baby. I’ve found your g-spot.”

Casimir wraps his lips around my clit a final time as I buck across the bed. I continue to convulse even as Casimir releases me, his lips siphoning my cum as he sucks all my juices. Every drop.

“Fucking delicious,”

He rasps as he sucks his fingers.

My breaths are panty moans as I flutter in bed more calmly, flushed in red. To say that I’m abashed is an understatement. I have never allowed a man to see me so vulnerable before, but then again, no other man has ever given me an orgasm through clitoral and vaginal stimulation at the same time, either. No other man has ever given me an orgasm, period, but Casimir Slate just did, and it was fucking amazing.

“I want more,”

He beckons as he takes his tongue to my body again.

My body quivers at the touch, still extremely sensitive, and a moan releases from me as his tongue trails down my pussy lips, his hand cradling my hips as he licks and sucks me. Within seconds, I’m tossed around on my stomach, and I shoot through a blaring moan as his tongue slides into one of my most intimate places.

I moan again in shock as he sticks his tongue further into the tight hole, giving the otherwise dry spot moisture as he licks and sucks it.

Never has a man ever licked my ass before, and a man has certainly never stuck his tongue inside. The sensation is new and taboo, but strangely, I’m enjoying it.

“Do you know what I want more than life itself?”

Casimir begins, his hand palming my clit as he pushes against it.

I sob, shaking my head because I don’t have the willpower to speak as his tongue twirls deep in my ass.

“I want to feel your cum on my hand as I fuck you in this pretty little ass.”

My clit throbs as his tongue travels deeper, sucking at my hole. Casimir drags his tongue out, and suddenly, fingers reach inside me, and I find myself nearly ripping the sheets with my hands as he stretches the soaked hole with them.

“OH,”

I cry as I bite into the pillow.

“I want to dominate you in ways you never knew was possible,”

Casimir growls as his fingers stretch and pull at my hole, my pussy jumping with heat.

I grind my clit against the palm of his hand as moans rear through me, confusion riddling me as Casimir’s tongue reaches my ass once again.

“OH Casimir,”

I cry, and that gets me a deep growl.

His hands take to my hips, and he quickly lifts my ass in the air. And I’m open to him. All my holes are open to Casimir Slate, and I’m more vulnerable to this man than I have ever been.

The bed dips as he gets on his knees, and my body jumps as his fingers slip into my pussy yet again, my hips winding in a circle as I ride his palm.

I quiver in anticipation; the need is too much to bear. “Casimir,”

I moan, my body shivering frenziedly.

“What will you have me do,”

He rasps as he brings his fingers back up to my ass and dips them in, earning another breathless moan from me.

“Pl-please,”

I let out. Finally, allowing my needs to control me.

“Please, what, Jasmine?”

There’s a hint of amusement in Casimir’s voice, and as I’m wide open in front of him, I realize he owns me. He now owns my body, my control, my need. Here I am, weak before him, leaking cum from my pussy, trembling at his every touch, and he is loving it. I’m going to make you mine . The words ringing in my ear as I suck in my bottom lip.

Casimir’s fingers find a spot in my ass that has me gasping and tearing into the sheets as he removes them.

“Please, what,”

He repeats more louder this time around.

My breath is shaky, my body weak, but somehow, my throat works, and I’m able to relinquish the words. “Please, I need it. I need you inside of me.”

He growls once again. God, that sexy fucking growl he gives as he drives me wild makes me want him even more.

Something big and hard presses against my ass, causing me to jump. Although, it doesn’t go in. It just glides across it a few times, earning more moans from me, then dips down into my juices. His dick teases my entrance, and I bite back a cry as he presses further in, his wide shaft stretching my walls far beyond any other man ever has, and I’m choking on my moans as he dives deeper inside my pussy. His hands force my back to stay arched as he makes me take all of him.

“OH,”

I weep as my pussy walls pulsate around his dick.

Casimir’s hands grip me into place, and he pounds into me, and I mean pounds into me like I’ve never felt before. And I’m reeling from the sensation. His moans match mine as my body bounces off his muscles, his balls slapping against me as he fucks me into oblivion.

“Yes, Jasmine. Just as I imagined tight, warm, and fucking snatching me deep inside you. Good girl,”

Casimir praises as pleasure explodes down my spine.

My ass lifts high into the air, and every part of me is beating with fire, spinning with sensation, and he’s smashing me hard. It's so hard I’m convinced my cries can be heard through the entire building, but I feel no shame, only raw want and desire for more and more.

“Casimir,”

I cry, my body bucking wildly as he dominates my pussy.

Casimir releases an intense moan, and I know he’s escalating upwards, and I am, too. God, I’m escalating again, my body trembling as I bite harder into the pillow. His thumb rubs my swollen clit. So sensitive are the walls of my pussy that I feel every contraction. His raw skin against mine, the tip of his penis massaging my g spot, and my vision slowly escapes me. Oh god, I can’t see. I’m so fucking dizzy, and as I reach my peak, as we both get our peaks, I’m screaming. Screaming for someone to save me from this highly potent sensation.

The pounding picks up, tossing my body wildly as he rounds his thrusts. Casimir is pumping into me furiously as if he can’t get enough, and my body shivers fervidly as a groan rumbles from his throat. He explodes inside me, filling me up with his lust, and I cry into the pillow as my clit throbs from pleasure, our bodies shuddering as our orgasm rocks through us, purloining our very breath.

“Best fucking pussy I have ever had,”

Casimir growls while stroking my hair.

He exhales a deep moan, and we both collapse onto the bed, my body contracting underneath his as he sucks my shoulder.

Two raps on the door prompt me to shield my naked body, and Casimir is bringing his gym shorts above his waist. The door slams open, and our half-naked bodies are exposed to the amber hall light.

“Mr. Slate, I know you said not to disturb you, but there’s been an accident.”