Big Bad Wolfe. Part 5

I slam the door behind me. Anger courses through my veins and I know I should calm myself before I confront him. But I don't. I instead, storm through the house like a rage fueled bullet.

I find him in his room. He's sitting on his bed with his back against the wall. One knee bent with his book leaning against it. Headphones atop his head.

I don't think.  I just blow.

My bag flies across the room to hit him in his chest. "You Bastard!" I scream, as his book flutters to the floor.

His eyes shoot up to mine in shock. He removes his headphones and stands up.

"Cassandra. What's happened?"  He asks me quietly, afraid of the answer.

"You! You fucking happened. Why did you do this to me Lucas? You've ruined everything.  Everything.  You've turned my life upside-down because of a damn stupid fantasy."

"This isn't just a fantasy Cassie. Now calm the fuck down, and talk to me."

"No. Fuck you.  And fuck your nasty perverted dreams."

With that,  I spin on my heel and make my way to the door. He grabs my arm just before I reach the handle and yanks me back to him. But I'm in no mood to play. I pull my arm back and swing it. Hitting him square in the face, the slap loud in the sudden silence.

He doesn't back down, but instead with anger marring his hazel eyes he crushes me against the door and slams his mouth down onto mine.

I fight back.  But I fight with my teeth. My anger finds slow release within the biting of lips, and fighting of tongues. I kiss him back.  With everything I have. 

It doesn't take long to realise I need more. I tug the shirt up his stomach, but he's too big and I struggle. He quickly pulls it off himself, tugging from the back and pulling it over his head.

Then his mouth is on my neck. He pulls my hair to present my neck properly, and there he kisses and bites me.

It's still not enough.

I rake my nails down his hard abs and he growls into my ear. Pressing his erection against my bundle of nerves, he releases my hair and pulls both sides of my shirt.

I hear the sounds of my buttons as they scatter onto the wooden floor. But his mouth and hard cock are working well to distract me.

I go for the button on his jeans next. I need to get them off fast. Before I change my mind. My hands are shaking and yet again he comes to my aid. Stepping back he removes his jeans, boxers too.

My heart pounds at the sight of his naked body,  but he's moved away from me and I can't wait.

I remove the shirt dangling on my arms and charge at him. I push him onto the bed and lifting my skirt, I slide my panties aside and impale myself on his huge throbbing dick.

I ride him fast and hard, his fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts back into me.

I press my hands against his chest. "Fuck you!" I tell him between moans. He's groaning too, but he still replies. "And fuck you too."

I slap his face again.  Only this time,  it's while I'm fucking him. His jaw tenses. A muscle flickering there, but he doesn't complain.

My orgasm nearly there, I pull my hand back to hit him again but he surprises me.

He suddenly flips us over, hardly interrupting the rhythm of our bodies. When I'm beneath him, he grabs both of my wrists in one large hand and holds them above my head. He pounds into me harder, and I come. Exploding around his dick.

"Whant it rough do we Cassandra?" He grabs the cups of my bra and yanks them under my tits, forcing my tits to be lifted. I nod my head.

He bends his head, and continuing to pound me he sucks a sensitive nipple into his mouth. He sucks hard, and I groan out my reaction. He keeps one hand around my wrists and takes the other to my clit. He pinches me hard, and my next orgasm inches its way closer.

He carries on until I come. Then he slides his cock out of me, leaving my juices to run down my thighs. He grips my arm and marches me to his desk.

There, he bends me over and tells me to watch us in the mirror. I can see him from the angle we're at. I watch as he pulls my thong. It digs in painfully, but then he shoves a thumb through the flimsy material and my pussy is free. He rolls the fabric up my tummy along with my skirt like a belt.

Then he fists his big, thick cock and slams into my pussy from behind. I can see it all, and I've never seen anything so hot. I watch our reflection as he slams into me. One hand pushing against my back and the other grabs a handful of my hair.

"Are you watching Cassie? You fucking love it don't you? You love how I can play your body." he keeps eye contact through the mirror. And begins to fuck me harder, faster. His dick pounding deeper.

I come. I come hard, while staring into his eyes. While I watch his cock use my pussy like a new toy.

He gets even rougher. The desk holding my weight shakes beneath us, and his black lamp falls and crashes to the floor.

"Tell me Cassandra!" He roars it. His pleasure strong.  His release close.

"Yes! Yes, I love the way you fuck me Lucas. I fucking love the way you use my body."

That's what he needed. He becomes frantic, as his release draws closer.

Another orgasm blows through me, and it easily rolls into another. As I'm working through my orgasm, he bends over me, his mouth at my ear. "You're mine."

He growls the words. And I feel him as he explodes inside of me. He thrusts roughly, three more times as I wander through the storm of my orgasm.

I close my eyes. Breath in deeply.

"Yes. I'm yours."