Chapter 25: Chapter 25

"J-Jeth not here!" She sat on the young man while he could not stop kissing his neck down. She moaned. It bit her ear and licked it like ice pop. "P-please Mom might see us, it'll be back in a moment." She said in a hoarse voice.

"It's your fault Cas. " It touched both her cheeks and blessed her with successive ripples of sticky kisses.

"And it's your fault to believe and follow my orders. Did you know that because of what you did, I was also afraid that you would not show up to me. You didn't give me a call or text. that maybe you really agreed to marry Jillian. “the hint of disappointment accented more in the tone.

"So you've been suppressed too?" His jawline curved more with that teasing smile. The radiation in its eyes is even darker. Their breaths were sharing the same space in the air. A space between each other's lips intervened before Jethro kissed her again.

"Yes." She frowned. "Did you know that Jillian came here? She even said that you agreed to marry her. If you hadn't called yet, I might have believed her." She stepped aside. she averted her eyes from the young man and acted like she was sulking.

However, for a moment, Jethro also faced her back. He kissed her forehead, then strode down to her cheeks, nose line and then to her parted lips. Even though their lips touched each other for only a second, the peculiar heat penetrated her skin. Warming her like fuck and feeding her pleasure with much anticipation and ecstasy. It was as if it boiled her sense of want or should she say need that she had been keeping discreet for a couple of days.

"Whatever Jillian told you. You know the truth. And I want you to trust me, I already gave my sincerest answer to you remember?"

"That's right, but I still can't help but worry." she replied with a frown.

"Do you want me to prove my sincerity to you again?" its double-meaning question, it took one of her hands and covered it. One of his hands was like a snake crawling into the hollow of her blouse.

"Not here Jeth. Mom might catch up with us."

"Then, let's go to the mansion, the bigger the space the more I can do to you what I want. And don't try to say no, you have no other choice. I'll hunt you like a wild boar if you'll do that. And you know I'll let you go when I'll catch you. The consequences will be worst. " He said. He smiled at the amusement.

"Do I have a choice? Looks like you're holding me by the neck. You just have to tie me up and lock me up."

"Is that so. It looks like that line should be mine, sweetheart. You keep on dominating me even if I say I will make the moves you still don't stop me. You're making me beg to bed you. And probably you will be the one and only woman who could do that to me. "

He pulled her closer. It almost touched her waist. Both bodies pressed gently. He could feel her, she could feel him. The young man's body was burning. And with those eyes sensually gazing at her she seemed to melt. Her throat was numb. His junk. Oh God and heaven, she could feel it bulging like a big collar threatening to strike her. She could sense it's power and strength. The size whom scares her. She felt even close to the young man's pants that were starting to stiffen, and that was not a good vision for her. She knew that when she was in such a state, nothing could stop him. This is bad, the only one without a reward, she thinks she will be caught in the typhoon as strong as Yolanda. And there's no stopping it.

He kissed her lips. He didn't know how many kisses she had. She just drowned in the seeming milk flan’s sweetness of Jethro's lips. His kiss tasted excitement. Catapulted emotions held untouched for a few days. Cassandra slowly closed her eyes, she felt the bite of his hot breath in her throat.

"I can't take it anymore sweetheart. 'Don't get dressed. You already look gorgeous. Let's go to the mansion."

"B-but Jeth—" before she could finish protesting it was preceded by him. It was one hand to lift her. His biceps on her breast. She just closes her eyes. This would definitely be a long and challenging day for her. The mother would have forgiven her for not letting him leave the house. And she will just leave it to Jethro for herself. She also can't stop, she knows the young man. The more you wanted to protest the more it would make her suffer. It only tore the undies she was wearing. On the second thought, she was also excited about Jethro's presence. She wanted to be assured again. What Jillian said to her earlier played a little on her brain. And no other way to assure her of that thought, but Jethro's kiss on her. His masculinity and his very own lyric and rendition of sex.

Without a single a hush, Jethro slammed the room door shut. He pushed her violently on the bed, she felt her chest tremble with great nervousness. Her heart was pounding and she could not stop swallowing saliva. Jethro undressed in front of her. Revealing his male harshness and his stomach's masculinity. The average-looking abs and his almost tanned skin oozes seduction. Jethro's broad shoulders and thickened muscles on his biceps visibly painted with veins down to the tip of his cunning fingers. Oh God! She wanted to curse! His saliva dripped.

Jethro stepped closer to her, giving her the inability to breath pacified. She was short of air, It took her hands. Jethro placed it on his chest, the cat-feathers on its chest seemed to be tickling her palm. Her other hand find it's way to the man's jawline. She stroked the new mustache tubes on its face. Jethro smiled and vividly kissed her palm. His warm breath on her skin crippled her remaining good senses. Accorded with her creamy grayish eyes bulging from a top, down to her bosom and to her private then to her thighs onwards.

His fingers filled the space between her fingers. It carried it to its chest. With their eyes locked, he slowly laid her at the foot of the bed. And from there, Jethro planted her lips a smoldering yet unhesitant kiss. As if they were innocent, as if the kiss was their first time, as if Jethro was kissing a baby. When their lips parted, his husky voice approached her.

"Outdid me once again sweetheart. Like what we did in this same room, I want to make you feel the longing to touch and kiss you." its language.

"No Jeth, I want you to sit back and relax. This time I'll let you define how much I wanted to be with you. And I'll show you that not feeling a few days is a big mistake."

She tied her arms around the young man's neck. She brought Jethro's face closer to her and she blew air on his face.

"Shit! Cassandra I am starting to cum." it bit his lip and shook his head.

"I love you." he said in a cold tone. Jethro looked at her. It stared her in the eye. As is he was examining her. "I'll assure you that I was not affected by what happened at the mansion the other day. I'll stay by your side and that's irrevocable."

"Your ways of making me kneel and plead are always peculiar and unpredictable. And I'm loving every bit of it. I love you too."

And she kissed her earnestly. He did not move. She let their lips apply for a few seconds like magnets. From the first level kiss, they advanced to the second level. Their lips started to move in harmony, narrowly savoring the sweetness of their lips. Catch a little air and put the lips back in contact.

From the second level, they move in a more breathtaking way. Entering into the dimension of surreal ecstasy. Her stubborn tongue marched inside Jethro's mouth space. She led the arrest of Jethro's guilty tongue. In addition, when you try to escape, she will not hesitate to give you an electric shock to wake him up with all her strength. From her tongue's invasion, she gradually colonized the space of its mouth. With eyes completely laid shut, she felt how they could lose their breath.

"C-Cas--" Jethro forced her away. "Let's breath." suffocating its utterance.

She gave him a little time to gather air. When it was as if his normal breathing had returned then they went back down. She swallowed his lip, she saw his shock but it also dissolved and was replaced by a warm caress on her cheek. She tightened her grip on its neck. She buried herself in the kiss. Her naked body was pressed against him to incubate and enjoy the heat of her chest thirsting for the man's temperature.

Tired of the third level, she led the young Silvestre to the fourth level. Her tongue patrolled the entire space of its mouth. Taking anything into a captive, and crippling everyone who wants to escape. She plowed every corner of it and planted her penetrating saliva. The young man's mouth fell open at what she had done. It growled loudly. His grip tightened on her waist. And this time, his junk is completely scaring her. It wanted to get out of his pants- and stab her. Oh God! his size will definitely stroke her. Shamelessly bought her to her own death. Finishing off her final thread of embarrassment just to satisfy her three-day insufficiency.

From the fourth level, they simultaneously summed up the last level. Their kisses were wild, virile, enabling and both contributive. They both whispered to each other at the same time. Jethro stammering her lips with a queer warmth, while her, summoning a violent bashful heat demolishing every barricade the man is imposing on her.

Her lips boosted energy and a capacity enough to add a little force as she tasted purity and lush on his lips. It isn't forceful, not the kind of kiss who sheens "unwontedness’". Just a flimsy kiss orchestrated with such harmonious movement.

Cassandra's kiss dropped to Jethro's neck. With her lying in the bed, she took another position. Now the man was lying on the bed and she was the one who climbed in the middle of it. His hard manhood was focused on her ass. Cassandra adjoined her hands on his hair. He stared into the young man's talking eyes. It's message telling her to laid everything and do the work. Domination is a call for this moment.

From her caress of his hair, she covered Jethro's palms, soothing the heat between their fingers. She guided his hands to both of her hips. Furthermore, she started moving like inhibitions are out of place. Head to the ceiling, eyes all up, lips are bitten and both hands on each other, the movement started in a calm and tenure sways.

She grinned at Jethro's manhood. Her skin felt his hot pet wanting to get away from Black Calvin Kleins and to his Penshoppe jeans. All the veins in her body seemed to run. From the waistband,s he let the man move his hands upwards.

"Y-yes ... yes ... I missed you uhh!" she stutter moaned.

"Uhhh! Jeth! Get rid of it! Get rid of it!" she almost wanted to protest the things she just get herself into.

Cassandra took off her blouse. Revealing her curves and juicy bosoms. Jethro ran his fingers in the middle of his thumb. He licked the line separating the two mountains from her chest and then loathed a finger to tickle her which he did not disappoint. From Jethro's hair she stroked its beard. She kissed his cheeks, and stroked his tongue like a dog to wet Jethro's neck against her chest. His tanned skin culled another seductive surprise. Sh played with the cat-fur lying from the cut to Jethro's muscular chest. She made his whole body a playground and created shameless activities.

At the same time Jethro rubbed, his chest was his loud moan.

"Fuck Jethro! Fuck! You really are suppressed!" She said.

"Ahh Cassandra! Satisfy me on this!" there he kissed her bosom.

However, Cassandra did not hold back. She refrained from going up to Jethro. She bit his lip and stared at it. The young man frowned, her fingers trailing downward from the chest, abs, abdomen and navel and her fingers stopped at Jethro's protruding black briefs. She tickled its edge. She smiled alluringly.

"Do you like Calvin Kleins? The last time we shared this kind of moment was the same brand I noticed."

The man seemed amused by what she said.

"It's comfortable. It holds my junk in normal place. You know my size."

"And stretchable?" she asked correctly.

"You really are observant."

"Of course, I might as well do what you did to my panties. You stashed it remember?"

He wanted to burst out laughing.

"I remember. Is your revenge today?"

"It's more than just revenge. Today will be your final judgment."

Without hesitation, Cassandra inserted her index finger into the slightly gaping zipper of the young man's pants. Her first wish was that his petting dog would meet her.

"Ouch!" she carelessly removed her hand and smiled mysteriously. "I feel like I was bitten."

The man smiled and shook his head.

"And the more you crave me the more Cassandra won't just bite you, the more you will swallow."

"I'm ready to kill darling."

She deliberately added a different blend to the tone of her voice. From being sweet to a much more of a seductress. She pulled Jethro's thighs up and placed them between her thighs. She pointed his weapon upwards; she pulled out his weapon and aimed it at the opening of his virgin slit.

"Ready or not here I come Mr." And she kissed him on the lips. From the weak plunge became more violent, stronger and derelict. She caressed the young man's lips, tasting his saliva and pouring her breast into his chest space. The man hugged her naked, their bodies touching while the rhythm made the same movement. Cassandra could for tell. She seemed to ride on what she did. She drove the car and rode all the prisoners she knew in bed. Hence, the night is a fruitful sex for both of them.