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as she watched him. She, too, remembered being finger-fucked. With almost no effort, she freed him. The throaty, deep humming noises mimicked the ones he had made against her breasts. He was lost in his own mind. He reached down, gripping the base of his shaft, offering it up for a second time. Her nipples reacted to the sounds. They ached to be sucked. Heat began rising in her groin. She wanted to accept his offering. A quick image of sliding down his hard cock and riding him came to mind. Lapping the clear, dripping pre-cum would have been satisfying. In control of herself, as she was now, she wanted to swirl her tongue around the smooth head, to feel the veins against her lips when she slid her mouth over his thick shaft, and nuzzle her nose into the soft curly hair at the base as she took his cock down her throat. There would be little danger of nicking him with her fangs. The thought of sucking both of his soft balls into her mouth one at a time made her pussy flood with heat. She took a deep breath and held it. She could not, would not, not like this.
    Cassy moved out of the way. She did not want to intrude or use him in such a vulnerable state. If he thrust against her jeans, he might chafe. If she gave him something softer to press against, he might feel she was taking advantage. Having usurped his choice once, she was not eager to repeat the mistake. She sat on the floor at the end of the sofa with her knees to her chest, chewing her lower lip. Would he be angry? Sad? Full of regret?
    David bucked his hips in a steady, yet increasing, rhythm. He turned his head to expose his throat. At the moment he should have found release, his eyes popped open in shocked surprise. A hand flew to his neck as if to press an open, bleeding wound. For a moment, he did not seem to know where he was. A few quick blinks told Cassy the memory had ended. He was coming back to the present. He looked to his open fly. The unrelieved cock stood waiting for something more. David’s eyes darted around until he found Cassy’s hiding place.
    “I am so very sorry,” she whispered. “It shouldn’t have been like that your first time.” She didn’t move. He scrambled down on all fours in front of her. “It should have been…” He cut her off with a hard, desperate kiss. She remembered the taste of him, the feel of him. Her needs boiled up from her core, and she returned the kiss.
    David rocked her back onto the floor, pressing his weight into her. She tugged at his pants, pulling them below his hips. One hand twisted in her hair to maintain the kiss while the other undid and pushed down her jeans. He propped a foot against the waistband at her ankles as she removed one leg at a time. A nudge against her knees with one of his invited her to spread her legs. She obliged, and he slid down between them. She was ready to take whatever he gave her. His thick flesh pressed against her clit. The anticipation of having his dick in her again made her impatient, but she held it in check.
    Cassy’s hands slipped beneath his shirt to rub his well-muscled back. He broke the kiss long enough to remove his shirt. She held onto his narrow waist. Balancing himself on one hand, he began unbuttoning her shirt. As each one opened, her breaths became harder, more ragged. Heat was building within her, dropping down to her pussy. She lifted her hips to press them tighter to his body. She could feel herself becoming wetter, making his shaft slippery with her nectar. He lost patience with the buttons. As it was torn open, shirt buttons exploded to every corner of the room. The tiny tinkling sound they made added to her excitement. The room’s air was full of adrenaline and the sweet musky scent of sex. He was going to take her, and she wanted to be taken. It was more than she could stand. Fangs dropped into place.
    Instead of the revulsion Cassy expected, David’s face betrayed nothing. He still wanted her. He drew his hips back, allowing the tip of his cock to