Chapter 183: Chapter 183

It was already planned.

Ronan was in the guestroom as Cassandra and Zayn slept in Cassandra's room while Alex and Ravine slept in Ravine's room.

Ronan covers his ears with the pillows. He couldn't bear the sounds anymore.

Cassandra's room was right next to the guestroom while the master bedroom where the older people slept was further away.

Ronan grumbles under his breath, "I shouldn't have fucking allowed that geezer to bang her this late at night. Fuck, it should have been me!"

He cries in desperation as he switches his phone on.

[I want you to buy me food for the next three years, Zayn.]

[Don't bang her that hard bro! She's a child!]

Zayn looks at his phone's light illuminate in front of him.

He parts from her kisses. She was enjoying his weight on herself, his clothed member thrusting on her clothed womanhood.

"We were too loud." Zayn says to the girl, she chuckles.

Cassandra watches Zayn pull the bed away from the wall as she shrieks in surprise. That required inhumane strength to do it.

"Are we gonna do it?" Cassandra asks excitedly. She was taking her clothes off as well.

"You wish." Sarcastically replying to her, Zayn pulls her pajama dress back to her waist, he couldn't cheat on himself.

"I want your body to be a surprise for your birthday sex, darling."

"Okay." She agrees immediately, spreading her legs to let him fit between her thighs.

"I have an idea." She says enthusiastically. With years and years of experience to hide their tones, Cassandra had become an expert whisperer and so did he. They could communicate with nothing more than sign languages and lip movements. Their hearing skills have also improved, they were on par with spies and agents if I dare say.

"I don't want to encourage your ideas, Cassie. You're a crazy little girl."

"Aw, thanks! But hear me out!"

Zayn finally gives in to her. All she had to do was exploit her cuteness and innocence to manipulate anyone into doing a favor for her.

"Fine. Speak yourself." He says, propping on his knees.

"I already saw you naked, I tasted you too. But...can we mastur*ate mutually?" Her idea was not weird to him. It was exciting.

"I can do that?" He felt that it was equivalent to having sex.

"Also, Mr. False Perfect, I looked up the internet and our state has female consent age as 16. I could be having sex with you already, but someone is too shy—"

Her words don't continue after that.

Her large hand had choked her as she looks at him with surprise. She was turned on by his dominance. He could see her dots on her chest as he did that.

"Don't you dare think I'm shy around the only woman I love, Cassie. You're being a little too bold with me.

I think I have to tame you a little."

'Tame me!? Oh yes!' Her mind was a little too loud as Zayn 'pft's at her.

Cassandra wasn't prepared for the man's touches.

She could orgasm just with his touch, because his hands were so practiced and delivered a brilliant performance on her body.

Cassandra could feel her legs shiver as her knot in her stomach tightened.

What he does to her body was beyond her capacity of pleasure.

It was his infamous 'body caress'.

[Check out 'caress' meaning in slang, thank me later]

"Ah...ah..." her skin crawled with pleasure. Her spine turned with ecstacy.

He watches her back arching itself as he reaches her thighs. Slowly holding her hips, he suddenly jerks her body onto his pelvis. She could feel his boner poke into her body.

"Oh god..." she says.

Zayn smirks slyly as he looks at her core. Her cotton panties were soaked, a blotch of her eroticism was evident on her panties.

"Someone's too excited."

"That was fucking amazing." Cassie says as beads of sweat decorated her forehead. Zayn chuckles as he holds her hand up to kiss.

"Play with yourself, baby girl. Watch me too." Saying, he directs his hand towards his boxers as she tried to dive her hand inside.

The man quickly swats her hand away, instead making her feel her own wetness.

"Oh shit..." she utters in realisation.

"You're such a good girl, Cassie." Zayn compliments her. His thighs were rubbing on her inner thighs as he sat between her legs.

The friction was so intimidating for her pleasure, she felt everything that connected them as a part of their sex.

"Watch my hand very carefully, Cassie."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Licking her own hand, Cassandra opens her panties as her fingers reach her core. She was playing with herself, enjoying her wetness as the cursed show had started in front of her.

The man was only in his boxers. His hand had caressed his own abs as they go further south.

He holds her thighs apart with his own hand, Cassandra was watching the live p0rn unfold in front of her.

The sexy man plunged his hand into his boxers as he palms his own bulge.

His sexy, male moans enticed her.

"Oh fuck..." her head gave up as she falls back onto the pillow.

Until his hand forces her face back up to see him palm himself.

"Don't take your eyes off me, baby. You have to watch me spill it all on you." His sinful words makes her bite down on her lower lip.

She adjusts her position as a pillow supports the gap between her head and the other pillow.

Zayn watches her fingers move subtly in her panties. He loved the sight in front of his eyes.

He loved the girl's little hands moving under the fabric, pleasing herself. He felt more pleasurable when the live mastur*ation idea of hers. It was wild when he thought about it in the beginning, but it was turning him on, he was getting excited and thrilled.

He gasps when the girl innocently bites on her fingers. She wasn't even looking at him.

She looked so focused on their sex, their mutual solos.

He feels a shudder down his spine at how innocent and sexy and hot she looked while doing that.

He realises that it was her natural self.

Suddenly, he pulls her fingers out of her mouth.

"Don't do it. I'm gonna come faster and ruin the mood if you do it."

"But my mouth is lonely." She says as it makes his jaw drop to the floor.

He decided to give her the full show anyway.

Pulling his cock out, realising that his pre was blotched onto his green boxers, he begins to stroke himself in front of her.

"Oh, yes." She whispers. Her pace was increasing as well.

"Fuck, Cassie...you're so hot." The girl chuckles, her hand going back to her mouth again.

Pinning her hand forcefully on the bed, he begins to stroke himself faster.

"I'm close," he says in a tensed voice.

"Me too." Her breathy voice utters for him.

At the same time, the two feel the wave of the orgasm as they grunt and moan and growl with the feeling.

Cassandra was really asking for trouble.

The man was panting as he let's his limp cock out of his grip.

He watches the girl fish her hand out of her panties. Her finger scoops up his white liquid that was drizzled on her stomach.

His eyes were wide with surprise of her actions.

Cassandra lifts her hand up to her face to lick his load mixed with her pleasure as well. She licks her hand clean, her sultry gaze piercing into his soul.

He, in utter surprise says.

"You're a Sex God, Cassie..."