Chapter 22: Chapter 22

Quote to Remember:

"Your stamina is tougher than I thought. Of all the women who were hit by my weapon, you are the only one who still stands strong."

Jethro's ...

His breath captured her. His junk on her butt hole and her voice never been enabling as before. He drew strong energy. His hand caressing her like a toddler. It shakes his manhood. Summoning his unfathomable and harsh demon.

Started with a weak salute. Accorded with a simple sway of Cassandra's hips. The girl's hips went up and down so that his angry weapon could penetrate more and more. He's owning her like damn. And his instinct wouldn't let his damnation stop. From that flimsy movement of sex. To that mediated capacity they advanced to the latest level. The harsh, violent and unstoppable level.

His junk rubbing against her skin. And when her genitals once targeted Cassandra's chin, his erection increased, accompanied by her almost shattering moan.

He rubbed the girl's body. His hands as if praising the woman's breast. His tongue tickling her tummy. Excitement. Lush. Deliriousness and heavenly feeling showered him. His pleasure reached to heaven. As if he was on the top of the world. Or as if he was in the middle of a pile of diamonds.

When they have a chance to relax. Without hesitation Jethro took off the rest of the veil on Cassandra's body. His hands, oh yes! his violent and flimsy hands knew how to unravel her panty laces. He threw it in the air. Unknowingly, landing on all corners of the room. He was attacking her. Filling her inside like a raging bull.

He returned his manhood to her ass after a few seconds of rest. Then, they start moving again. Swaying up and down, in and out and shouting like summoning a devious spirit. It was as if they were possessed by a strange spirit. Their inhibitions erased and eyes all flustered upward.

Skin to skin. Flesh to flesh. It was epileptic. Heat rash erupted on their bodies. And the only escape to that heat was their dripping sweats making a hallucinating sound every time their bodies swayed.

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He raises Cassandra's position. From her kneeling body in front of her he turned it away. And it surprised him how Cassandra carefully followed his instruction — as if she knew what she was doing — as if she was an expert. He rubbed the skin of Cassandra's ass. massage. Squeezed like meat he wanted to slaughter. Then she adjusted his bulge. He placed his hard weapon and aimed it at the girl's ass. His hands lay back on both sides to lift her ass a little. His bulge skin touches her butt hole. He pulled it away. And immediate curse he wanted to scream out. The girl's ass is hot. Supposedly the normal body temperature should be 37 degrees, but Cassandra's seems to have changed. Rising to the highest degree of like a burning flame or a melting lava.

"What is Jeth. Are we going to do this or will you just stare at my ass!" As always Cassandra being bossy on all things.

"Are you really that excited to fill my junk inside you? A while ago you were screaming in pain, saying you can't bare it. Now you wanted to harass me sweetheart?"

"Shut up!" It hit him.

"I guess I just need to adjust this a little bit more and was good to go."

Good to go? When else did he weave that word. With those he slept with, he had no restraint. Only Cassandra did it to him. It just reminded him that it was delicious slowly.

"Is your testicles small? Why do you need to adjust them!" he saw how it would smirk.

"Really? Do you even understand what that word means sweetheart?" he teased her. He was challenged by what it said. "Really!"

In a senseless way he violently buried his manhood in the girl's ass. Cassandra looked like a ship capsized. Its two hands gripped her knees, giving her support. Every vomiting is quick and unconscious. His junk slips like it was going to tear her apart. And their moans, which’s grinding off the walls. It was as if their moans to each other were exhausted. His body arched. His arms linked on her body, she hugged it and glued it to her wet body.

He is kissing her neck down to her spine. Even though he could smell its scent cheaply, he fell even more in love. It made his arouse much higher, bigger. It was as if he was stunned every time he smelled her fragrant body and her loose hair soaked in cheap shampoo. He already smells a lot of that kind of perfume in the ones he sleeps with, but Cassandra is the only woman who carries it with class and elegance. No make ups and body chemical enhancers yet a woman with sexual damnation.

"Fuck! Fucking bull-shit! Fuuck meeee!" He was surprise. When did the girl learn to shout like that.

"Y-yes sweetheart scream. Feel me inside you."

"Shit Jeth! Your treachery is throbbing in my ass."

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"Yes, he's alive and he'll keep breathing until you will be shipwrecked!" He smirked vicariously.

"S-shit Jeth! Are you going to cum inside me?" she wanted to laugh at its question.

"If you allow me too I will really shoot you." He laughed huskily.

"Gosh! How fast? Your sincerity only lasted for a few minutes. I thought you were a womanizer. Because you let us out quickly. I am not convinced yet that you are sincere."

"Do you really think that hole is the only one I will destroy?" He thrust his weapon very hard and buried it to the fullest. Cassandra looked like a leech with salt in what he did.

"Don't challenge me Cas. When I said I'll rake you up nothing can stop me. It will take me days before I get tired." He rebuilt his manhood inside Cassandra. His lips wet her nipples. He took her two hands that were resting on both her knees and twisted them behind her. He was playing her. His lips propelled through her breast. Her nipples is his target and when he starts smooching it you are gone.

His eyes then hinted to travel upward. From the bulge in the chest he licked up the girl's chest. He tilted the girl's face to the left to face him slightly and he could kiss her on the lips. The meeting of their lips in a single point were not subtle and soft. He grabbed it immediately, or rather he said it was bitten accompanied by an unstoppable thrust on her stomach.

When Jethro got bored with their position, his brain had another intention. He pulled Cassandra away. Her eyes shouting an unfinished desire. His eyes flickered back to her.

He pulled her two legs closer to the foot of the bed "O-ouch Jeth! W-what are you going to do?" He smirked, he did not speak.

"J-jeth? W-what are you going to say?"

"You guess?" With such heavy raindrops, no one can hear them even if they shout in the room. He meant his room to be soundproof. Although he hears what is happening outside but the outside does not hear what is going on inside.

"Jeth? What do you want answer me!" Her voice pleaded.

He lifted its two legs and placed them on his shoulders. He was standing. His junk pointing on her pussy and any minute will be a demolition.

"This is what I was planning." Without further ado. He pointed his weapon. His breathing becomes dubious. Heavy and full of anticipation. It did not seem to want to get out of his stomach.

Then he slowly inserted his weapon. He already fingered it before so no need to do that now. He prefers his testicles to work for everyone. He arched his body to kiss her before finally burying the whole of his manhood. He saw how Cassandra suppressed the growl. His hand fisted the bed sheet and when he started to move in and out, the girl's suppressed growl erupted.

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"Ahh ... Jethro ... ahhh ... throw it away. Throw it away! Shit!" It bites the lip of this litany.

"I told you sweetheart don't challenge me. Haven't I told you before that I'm possessive?" He is filling her and its tight. He had tasted many women before but their privates were not as tight as this one. Her tightness made him want to slit her more. A hint of blood squirted on the satin sheet. She is a virgin.

Only now did he realize that Cassandra was still a virgin. A 26-year old virgin and he proclaims himself very lucky. Aside from the fact that he was the first to move Cassandra, he was happy with how the girl responded to him. She was challenging him like a pro and it does not seem to be afraid of what he will do.

"Cassandra you're so tight. Y-yes ... uuhhh." Gently, he pressed his hips in and then out with eyes up and hands gripping her thighs that had been slumbering on his shoulders.

Then he got excited again. He was not content with such a position. From lying down, he picked it up. Surprisingly, she weighted to light.

"J-Jeth ..." He can't hear her. Oh! God seemed to have cotton buds stuck in his ear and he could not hear Cassandra's plea.

The next thing he did was to stick her on the wall. He hung her foot in the air and then shamelessly filled his junk inside her private. The two of them face the wall. Cassandra's nails created a creaking sound on the wall like a cat. Their breathing became visible in the dark. With sweat swishing down their bodies. They just forgot their last symmetry of very self. They are no longer in composure. They just completely laid everything without thinking what they will look like, after the heat cools down. They no longer care. All to their minds was the feeling of reaching the pedestal.

From that position, he lifted Cassandra in front of him. He's maneuvering the woman's body up and down. He kissed her while doing so. Feverishly casting her shoulder. Her cleavage and down to her juicy nipples.

"Shit! Jethro your snake is throbbing."

"Just bear with me Cassandra I'm close."

"Gosh! Jeth I can no longer." almost a whisper on his ear.

When he was at his extreme, his stabbing accelerated even more. Their breathless mouths hinted of what is coming next. Their bodies swelled as if they wanted to break each other. Their eyes rolled to the last edge. Heat rose to a volcanic degree and sweat dripping 'like ice cream on a summer.

"Jeth I can't bare it anymore!" Her pleading voice was the finish line. At the same time, his juice gushed out inside Cassandra. He could feel his heat stammered her. She closed her eyes. Waiting to consume all the juice in his manhood.

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He pushed it out. He cupped her face, his gaze met her and wholeheartedly kiss her.

"I love you Cassandra. And I would love to do this again if I haven't shown you my sincerity enough." then their lips pressed once more.

"Your stamina is tougher than I thought. Of all the women who were hit by my weapon, only you have the strength to stand up." Then they both chuckle.

Cassandra could not help but catch the wind to restore her normal breathing. They are now lying in bed; still naked and only bed sheets cover the body. Jethro's broad shoulder is her pillow. He played with the feather in his armpit.

"I hope your doubts will be clear that I am not playing with you."

"Jethro, I don't know but I'm scared."

"Sshh, don't be afraid. Trust me. I will never leave your side." He rubbed his head against Jethro's chest.

"How's Jillian? A-and w-what about Hacie de Silvestre?"

"I will make the way. I will do what I could." Cassandra smiled. She's the most tactless and the most secure mistress she knows.

"M-will the sale continue then?" He did not want to ask but he still wanted to be sure. Inside her, pity's everyone that lives the hacie. And even though his focus was different, his desire to save the land was still there.

"If I divorce Jillian, the land will probably not continue to be sold. After all, the land is just a wedding investment, and when the marriage is cancelled, the sale of the land will also be cancelled."

"Sure?" She did not utter that. Her smile couture doubts. There is only one problem and that is how she will deal with Don Fructose. Just by thinking she is already afraid of its presence.

"Why are you asking about Hacie? I know you live there but you seem interested in the land?"

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"Ha? Ahhh ... ehh, w-wala. It just came across my mind." She clung to its arm. Jethro does not need to know why she is interested in it. He did not need to know her previous purpose so she clung to the young man then. What's important and probably the first in the line is how she can prevent the marriage so that she can save the land, Jethro and above all his heart.

An hour later Cassandra woke up from a deep sleep. She was very tired from what they had done before. Her private aches a lot. This is her first time and it feels so good.

She slowly got up and slumped on the bed so that she would not wake the young Silvestre to a deep sleep. She was thirsty and she had to go down. She looked at her wristwatch; it was 5:30 in the evening. They also spent two hours bored with each other's bodies and she slept for an hour and a half. She went to the balcony. She pulled back the curtain a little to peek outside. The darkness was eating away at the light, but the gloom of the sky, which had caused the rain before, was gone.

Moments later, the lights of Christmas lights lit up the plants and trees suddenly lit up. She covered the curtain again. She picked up her body covering everywhere. She got dressed quickly. The hair was fixed and tied. Jethro still doesn't wake up. Maybe she should go down first; maybe Donya Trinidad will go up. She also seems to be looking for them for dinner.

As soon as the door opened, she heard the car enter the garage. She stopped walking downstairs. She was shocked to see Don Fructose and with it was Jillian.

She quickly backed away and hid. Donya Trinidad approached it while sitting on the sofa.

"Call Jethro, I need to talk to him." Cassandra could not move. She was frozen where she’s hiding. All her fighting spirit seemed nervous and backed away.

Cassandra was even more surprised and almost screamed when someone suddenly grabbed her arm. That was Jethro. He is dressed but his eyes are still puffy

"What are you doing there?" it asked her.

Cassandra took the young man one-step closer to covering her mouth and avoiding being heard below. The man looked down at what she was referring to. She saw him smirked, it seemed happy to see.

"Call Jethro." That was Don Fructose’s voice.

Jethro removed his hand from its mouth. He stared at her intently. Then, his lips darted on her lips. Pressing as if there is no one around.

"Are you hiding because of that?" his voice huskier. She nodded softly.

Cassandra was shocked at the next scene. His fingers filled the space between her fingers. It clasped their hands tightly. His eyes intently poisoning her with its gaze. It seems to be asking for permission.

Then to the next rapid movement it made as she was pulled down the stairs. She has not been able to protest yet. Before she could utter a word, she was preceded by a man speaking.

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"There's no need to call me." Everyone turned their attention to where they were. Jillian's eyes go wide. Don Fructose’s face boldly showed clear lines. Cassandra bit her tongue. She wanted to hide behind Jethro. She wanted to escape the scene. She cannot seem to breathe. She tried to push her hand but his grip was too tight enabling her to do so. She could do nothing but enjoy the fiery stare of them.

Shit! The unspoken curse she made.