A Shadow Fantasy {this is closed to SpiritShadow67 & Gotwood49}

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*This is a srp that was started thru email. I will be posting both parts up to the current post. *

SpiritShadow67's Character

Name: Cassandra "Cassie"� Tigard

Age: 35

Hair: Long light chestnut {to her waist}

Eyes: Medium Blue

Height: 5'9

Weight: 175 but buxom {38DD}

Gotwood49's Character

Name: Dane Thompson

Age: 48

Height: 6'-2

Hair: dark wavy

Eyes: grey-green

Weight: 200 {Athletic build}

 

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The Story Begins.....

Cassie

The drive was long and seemed never ending. But the need to escape… to run was just too great for Cassie to ignore. Her gut instinct had never let her down before.

Cassie was tall for a woman, 5’9 and she carries her weight evenly. Although…ever since she hit puberty she had been buxom and at her age – 35 – she had looked like a 25 year old playmate with her pair of 38DD tits. Her other assets were her long light chestnut tresses, that fall about her shoulders and back. And there is an unruly lock of her hair that perpetually falls into her blue eyes. Her lips full and soft, begged to be kissed and kissed often.

She did not know what she was running from….or what she was running to. She knew driving at the high speed thru the darkness was one thing but it was more the path that she had chosen that was more dangerous. Her classic sports car clung to the curves thru the mountain roads, the engine roaring and racing, taking her to someplace unknown… in the dark emptiness.

A cold shiver slides down her back, causing her to tremble half with fear and half with anticipation. A soft gasp slips from her lips as she catches her breath.

As she drove, her thoughts wandered through the past. She’d lived most of her life the way it was expected of her. Sheltered and being the only daughter. Hell the only child would have been enough. She had a thing about control. In her daily life she hated to feel out of control. Not that she was a dominating control freak. She just didn’t like to feel helpless or to let others see her week and defenseless.

Cassie sighed softly but tightened her grip on the steering wheel, her foot pressing the gas peddle. The engine purring and surging forward like a wild animal.

For as long as Cassie could remember she had had one constant fantasy…dream that haunted her. Just thinking about it made her tremble and wish that the fantasy or dream was real.

It always started the same……

She mysteriously appears at the door to a rustic cabin in the middle of nowhere. Drenched to the bone and trembling from the cold, she knocks lightly…. Not sure if anyone is there or not, but there is no place else to go….

 

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Dane

Dane Thompson, 48 years old, is tall (6'-2") with dark wavy hair, and grey-green eyes. Having started in law enforcement, he's worked in police departments in at least 4 major cities, but has left each one under some sort of agreement with his superiors. He then drifted into property development, but for the last 2 years has been involved in the 'import/export' business, having made a lot of money very quickly. He doesn't do much now, preferring not to work at anything too steady.
Never married, he's had a few live-in lovers, but enjoys living alone, in a small cabin outside of town. He's actually had a couple of encounters with Cassie in the past, once speaking to her, after bumping her cart in the supermarket (and, yes, he had to bite his tongue, in order to avoid making a comment about her 'melons'!)

Sweating profusely, Dane pedaled the mountain bike that much harder as the climb got steeper. He was determined to conquer this grade yet again. Though he did it 2 or 3 times a week now, it was always a personal goal of his; at least until he found a steeper one. He was driven that way.

He didn't even see the car coming. It had gotten dark, and until the headlights came tearing around the corner, he never even knew it was there. It flew by him at a high rate of speed, and as he caught sight of the pretty brunette driving, he thought, ruefully, that it would be a shame to come upon the smoldering remains of such a nice car and driver, resting at the bottom of one of these ravines.
What the hell was she running from? Nobody in their right mind drove a car that fast in these mountains! Shaking his head, he thought he was probably lucky to still be alive, the way she had swerved around him. It was obvious she didn't know the road that well. Maybe she was drinking, he told himself.

A fight with a boyfriend? Some sort of death wish? Or, maybe, he thought with a slight smile, she was just crazy! Great...a crazy, beautiful girl in an over-powered sports car, driving his favorite mountain road at night...something else to watch out for! He made a mental note to look for the car in town, in case she was a local. Shutting her out of his mind, he buckled down to the task of mastering this last climb. Soon he would be home, and he could relax under a hot shower.

 

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Cassie

She was jerked from the fantasy in the nick of time. As she whipped the car around one of the many hairpin turns, she barely missed a mountain biker. Her foot almost slammed down on the brake, but she knew that would be a grave mistake in more ways than one. She down-shifted & whipped the car around the biker without batting an eye. She didn’t take her eyes from the road until she had control over the beast of a car once more. Only then did she glance in the rearview mirror and notice just who the mountain biker was.

“Ohhh….” She thought, “of all people. It had to be him.” She had run into Dane on more than one occasion. The last time had been at the local grocery. Rolling her eyes in remembrance. She was used to men watching and staring at her, but for some reason the looks Dane gave her, un-nerved her. They made the fantasy she had seem like child’s play. The hidden secrets behind those grey-green eyes. Cassie shivered, “Damn,” she muttered “I’ve never said two words to that infuriating man and he already has me trembling.”

She sighs, “Damn…. I need to get laid. It’s been way too long.” Cassie’s last boyfriend, if you can call him that, left something to be desired. She was never satisfied by his so-called lovemaking. Well, hell it wasn’t lovemaking… call it what it was… Fucking, plain and simple. Cassie was done with that – with doing all the giving and getting nothing in return. She wanted to know what it felt like to be caressed tenderly… kissed from head to toe… worshipped like no other….

Cassie got so caught up in her thoughts, she didn’t see the deer that had just run out into the road… until it was too late… Her instinct over took her…. Her foot slammed down on the break, she turned the steering wheel sharply… to avoid hitting the deer. It was then she heard the loud bang… as one of the tired blew out….. Her car skidded, missing the deer. The last thing Cassie saw was the tree slamming into the passenger side of the car. Her head hit the steering wheel, knocking her unconscious……..

She was out cold and oblivious to the strong hands and arms that pried open the driver’s door. Gently and carefully removing her from the car, she was carried from the carnage… it was surprising that she survived with only a large goose-egg knot on her forehead. Her head dropped back over the strong arm that supported her, her long tresses falling in disarray. A soft moan of protest unconsciously slips past her soft lips. A gentle hand caresses the side of her face, her eyelashes flutter but do not open. She mutters something incoherent, but then stills when she feels a soft kiss pressed to her forehead. The softest whisper reached her ears… “Rest my sweet one, all will be ok.”

 

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Dane

Dane lifted the battered beauty from the wreckage of her expensive sports car and carried her a short distance away, in case the fuel tank had been ruptured. Holding her in his arms, he swept the hair from across her face with his free hand. It was then that he recognized the woman. “Cassie Tigard,” he said softly, as she mumbled something unintelligible. He studied the pretty face; the one he’d imagined looking up at him, so many times. She looked none the worse for wear, save for the rapidly swelling knot on her forehead. He bent and put his lips to it, feeling its heat. “That’s gonna be one hell of a headache,” he thought to himself. Aloud, he told her, “Damn lucky you didn’t kill yourself.” She moaned again, and he wondered if she’d understood what he said.

Placing her prone body on a bed of soft grass, he retrieved his cell phone from his handlebar pack, hoping it would work up here. He was still 2 or 3 miles from his cabin, and he couldn’t carry her that far, nor would he leave his bike here. “Charlie,” he said into the phone, once he saw that he did, indeed, have a signal. Charlie would help him, he thought, as the phone dialed the number. He was closer than anyone else, plus he had a truck, and he was always home by dark.

The familiar voice came over the air. “Dane? That you?” Dane smiled at the voice. “Yes, Charlie. It’s me. I’ve got a little problem up around mile marker 118 on the 78.” He looked down at the woman, noticing the swell of her breast in the moonlight. He really ought to pull her top closed, he knew. There was more showing than was good for him, to say nothing of her. “Actually, Charlie,” he admitted, watching the way her breathing made her chest raise and lower; “It’s not such a little problem.”

Sitting beside her to wait for help, he spoke to her softly as he tended to her wounds. “Cassie, girl…you almost did it this time. Are you on a mission to live fast and die young?” He sighed, as he watched her eyelashes flutter sporadically, and wondered why he had immediately thought of taking her to his place, instead of calling for an ambulance. Sure, he’d had EMT training, but if she had complications that he couldn’t see…

He briefly thought of examining her; of unbuttoning the knit top and checking for lacerations or bruises, but the temptation to hold those magnificent tits in his hand, just once, would be too difficult to resist. Besides, he didn’t need Charlie bathing him in his headlights as he came around the turn, his hands on the young woman’s breasts. Blowing out his nervousness in a strong sigh, he pulled the top back over the nipple it almost revealed, and got up to walk around.

It wasn’t long before Charlie pulled off the road before them. Dane briefed him as he got out. “Her car’s a mess, Charlie,” he said. “I think we ought to get her up to my place, and make sure she’s okay.” Charlie walked over to where Cassie lay, still semi-conscious and mumbling incoherently.

“Damn, Dane,” Charlie swore. “That’s Cassie Tigard! Do you know how much money her father has?” Without waiting for an answer, he said, “He’s gonna have your nuts, for wrecking her!” Dane hurried to correct his friend, swearing that he wasn’t even within a quarter mile of where she had run off the road. “Look, Charlie,” he said. “Just help me get her to my place. I’ll take it from there.” Charlie mumbled something and shook his head, but he held the passenger door open, while Dane picked Cassie up and got into the truck with her, still in his arms.

Once at his cabin, Dane lowered the woman onto the bed. Cassie’s eyes suddenly flew open, and she gripped his arm tightly. “What are you…?” she trailed off, peering up into his eyes.

“Take it easy, Ms. Tigard. You had a pretty bad accident, but you appear to be okay,” Dane reassured her. It felt funny, calling her Ms. Tigard, when in his fantasies, he had always called her by her first name. Sometimes, over and over…
"God," Dane thought. "Those eyes!" He felt himself slipping into those medium blue orbs as he looked down at her. Now awake, she was even more sensuous than before...more vulnerable; less demanding, and somehow less aware of her own beauty. He liked this Cassie, though he was sure that as she regained more of her faculties, she'd revert to the snobbish Cassandra Tigard that everyone knew so well. Meanwhile, she held his arm as if he were her only lifeboat, on an impossible sea of uncertainty. He liked the role.

 

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Cassie

Cassie comes to as the strong arms lower her on to the bed. She glances briefly around the room... Her grip tightening on the unfamiliar arms that still held her.

"What are you...." She spoke softly, as she peered up into gray-green eyes, her voice trails off... Her blue eyes fill with confusion and fear starting to replace the confusion.

He spoke, his voice commanding, but soothing at the same time, "Take it easy Ms. Tigard. You had a pretty bad accident, but you appear to be okay."

Her brow furrows slightly as she takes in what he is saying. She gently touches her forehead and flinches slightly at the pain. "Tigard????" her voice shakes, "Accident????"

She takes a deep breath and tries to stand, "I don't know who you are... Where I am.... or Even who I am." as she gains her footing, she becomes very light headed. Clutching his arm even harder, her nails dig into his fore arm causing Dane to flinch slightly. "Please.... " barely a whisper slips past her soft lips, as all color leaves her face, her eyelids drift shut. A whimper escapes her as she collapses against him.

His arms instinctively wrap around her, her unconcious form pressed against him. Her warm large breast against his hard chest. Her head resting on his shoulder. As Dane shifts her slightly, she never makes a sound, except for her steady breathing. Which is a good sign. With tremendous willpower and against his better judgement, Dane undresses Cassie down to her underwear. Which thank God she wore something underneath ... he thought, but still left little to the imagination. When he first starting undressing her, slowly sliding the white stained t-shirt up over her golden tan tummy... he thought she had nothing on. But, as it turned out it was the softest, lacy flesh colored bra. When he unbutton and unzipped her slim legged Levi's, he noticed something he hadn't before. Revealing her belly button... she had a belly button piercing, which sent his mind whirling, wondering... does she have other piercing??

Once sliding the jeans and white sketchers off, he noticed the matchin lace thong... muttering to himself "Good Gawd.... what have I gotten myself into" He runs his hand thru his dark hair, taking long and deep breaths. "Damn it all to hell. I'm gonna need one hell of long cold shower after this." He finished the rest of his task quickly, sliding her beneath the sheets. But not before he noticed that her warm globes had almost slipped from their restraint.

He could feel the tightness in jeans. It was getting harder and harded for him to focus and keep his distance. He went off to take his cold shower, the thought never dawning on him that there was only one bed in the cabin, and the couch, well... his tall frame would not fit. The only thing running through his mind was that of a dark haired beauty in cream colored underwear.

 

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Dane

Shedding his clothes and stepping into the shower, Dane couldn’t get the image of Cassie, wearing only flesh-colored underwear as he pulled the sheets over her prone body, out of his mind. He turned the water as cold as he could stand it, but it had no effect on his erection, which refused to subside. He quickly ran the soapy washcloth over his body, but lingered on that particular area, finally hanging the washcloth on the rack and using his bare hand to soap himself. His own touch felt so good! He imagined the girl’s hand in place of his own, sliding over the taut skin, pleasuring him as she stood behind him in the shower, her arm around his waist.
Before long he was stroking himself lustfully, his eyes clenched shut as he enjoyed the fantasy.

“ Ahem!” He looked through the obscure glass of the shower door, and saw her standing there, wrapped in the sheet. Quickly turning away from her, he looked over his shoulder at her in a panic.

“What is it?” he asked hoarsely. “Is everything alright?” He held his throbbing rod down with one hand, the other reaching for the discarded washcloth. Her voice, when it came, was full of barely-suppressed humor.

“Oh, everything seems well in hand,” she said, and he could imagine, without looking, her smile. Damn her, and her sneaky ways! he thought. He looked again. She hadn’t left; she just stood watching him through the door.
“So…was there anything I could do for you?” he asked, exasperated, and he heard her giggle.

“Weeellllllll…” she drawled, and he knew she was trying to play a mind game on him. She then abruptly said, “Nope. Probably not.” The implication was clear.
Releasing his straining cock from the confines of his hand, he turned toward the door, swiping the head along the glass as he turned. He watched her head follow its movement, and smiled. Placing his hands on his hips, he said in his most seductive voice, “Well, unless you’d like to wash something, maybe you should wait in the other room for me to be done.”

She said nothing. He waited, his cock pointing directly at her, the bulbous head up against the door as if trying to force its way out. Time seemed to stand still, and then he saw her hand reaching for the door handle, as the sheet fell to the floor.

“I feel a little faint,” she said softly.

 

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Cassie

Cassie stirred, shifting in the comfortable bed. Her head still throbbing, wincing at the pain slightly, as well as when she stretched – feeling minor aches and pains. She glanced slowly about the room; the man who’d told her that she’d been in accident wasn’t in the room. She knew nothing about this man... Or at least she didn’t think she did… but then, hell, she couldn’t even remember her own name right now. All she knew was that she felt dirty and grimy and had the desperate urge for a shower…..

She sat up slowly, pulling the sheet with her. Hmmm, she thought, he undressed me. She remembers the dreamy gray-green eyes, the strong jaw and lips. She remembers the feel of his arm under her tight grasp before she passed out. She got a warm tingly feeling down deep in here belly. The light sound of running water…. A shower in particular, finally reached her ears. Cassie. “Mmmmmmm, that would feel so wonderful right now……” she muttered to herself, bound and determined to get up and get that shower. Wrapping the sheet around her barely clad body, she shuffled her way… one hand holding the sheet together just above here breasts, the other grasping furniture to keep her balance, as she followed the sound to the bathroom.

The sight that greeted her both shocked and thrilled her. She stood slight for a few moments, her gaze never leaving the naked man pleasuring himself in the glass shower stall – that was just big enough for two. He had been using the wash cloth, but then laid it aside and resumed stroking himself with his soapy bare hand….. A soft moan escaped her, louder than she expected. His head jerked around and caught her in his lust filled gaze. She couldn’t tear her gaze from enlarged manhood, a soft smile appearing on her lips wondering if he had been fantasying about her as he had been stroking himself.

“What is it?” his voice hoarse, “Is everything all right?” She noticed that he was still holding his throbbing cock, even though he had turned away from her and was reaching for the wash cloth. Oh…. She thought, to be that wash cloth. Jerking her attention back to him, for some reason she felt a smartass attitude take over and before she could stop herself the words came flying out….. “Oh, everything seems well…. In hand… that is,” she covered her mouth with her free hand, wavering slightly but still able to keep upright. He looked away, she saw him chuckle slightly then he looked at her again. Like he expected her to leave, he sighed deeply, “Soooo… was there anything I could do for you?” she tried to hold back a giggle but wasn’t too successful at it.

“Weellllll….” she drawled, raising an eyebrow then deciding that she best stop the game while she was ahead, “Nope. Probably not.”

He then turned, his hard cock swiping the glass of the shower stall. She couldn’t help but look. She heard him say in a very husky seductive voice, “Well, unless you’d like to wash something, maybe you should wait in the other room for me to be done.”

At first, Cassie said nothing. She was unable to tear her gaze from his extremely hard cock pushing against the door, as if trying to escape and get her. Time seemed to be at a halt; she reached out for the door handle, as the sheet begins to slip as she moves forward. But tangles around her long tan legs and feet. She stumbles slightly, and then all color left her face as softly cried out… “I feel a little faint.”

She felt a gust of cool air from the shower. Dane pushed open the door to catch her, before she cracked her head on the white ceramic floor. She ended up on top of him on the cold floor. Her eyes slowly open. Her hands softly caress the hard chest under them. Unconsciously she licks her lip slowly. She feels his rock hard erection pressing into the thigh of her leg that has slipped between his. She shifts slightly, as her gaze moves up his chest, taking in his strong shoulders and neck, the square ness of his jaw, the firm soft lips. Before she can stop herself, she presses a soft kiss to those strong lips. Unsure of what might come next, she moans softly as she feels his arms wrap around her.

 

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Dane

As he tried to simultaneously catch the woman and control their inevitable tumble to the floor, Dane had a humorous thought. "I've spent more time holding this woman in the last two hours than I've spent holding any woman, in the last two months!" Now, here he lay, spread-eagled on the ceramic tile floor, soaking wet, with this lovely warm body in his arms, and he had to admit that it was…well…stimulating, to say the least. Extremely stimulating, actually! His aching erection lay against her thigh, and the sensation of her warm, dry leg against his own wet skin was undeniably erotic. He wanted, suddenly, to take her right there on the floor; to possess her supple body, and to bend it to his pleasure.

After all, she did seem to invite it. Her hand played against the muscles of his chest, and now her lips were moving over his. He took her kiss and returned it gladly, sliding his arms around her waist, and felt her move into him. "Finally," he thought. "I've wanted this since the first time I saw her." When her leg moved against his cock, he thought he would explode right there. She felt the throbbing, too, and ground her sex against his thigh. Her tongue moved between his lips, as she sighed softly into his mouth. He slipped his hands down to cover her ass as they kissed.

The lacy material of the panties she wore drove him insane as he cupped her clenching cheeks. He wanted to tear them from her, and thrust himself between her thighs. He could barely control the need to be inside her. His strong hands closed around the lacy undergarments, drawing them away from her body. They were so skimpy. It would be so simple…

He couldn't. He hardly knew this woman, though he'd fantasized about much this same situation with her, many times. Still, he couldn't disrespect her this way. After all, he rationalized; he'd just rescued her from a wrecked car. Her head was injured. She could have a concussion. She might be delirious, and she seemed to be suffering from amnesia. What if he had sex with her, and then she decided that he had raped her?

Reluctantly, he released the material, and slid his hands up around her waist again, pushing her upward. "Uh, Cassie," he murmured as her lips left his, and she looked quizzically at him. "We shouldn't do this." He saw the look of disappointment cross her face, and then she seemed to get angry, as he squirmed out from under her.

"What's the matter?" she said abruptly, as he lowered her over onto the tile floor. "Not interested, suddenly?" Her gaze followed his swinging cock as he made to stand, and then she looked up at him, her eyes darkening. "I guess you think I'm some kind of a slut, coming in here the way I did. Maybe I shouldn't have, but a shower seemed like just what I needed the most. Then, when I saw you…" She trailed off, afraid of showing her vulnerable side to this man, and unsure of his mood. Her eyes went to the floor.

Dane looked down at the woman. She was embarrassed, he realized, at his apparent denial of her advances, and angry, too. He certainly hadn't wanted to stop; but could he explain, without it sounding like he was making excuses, as though he wasn't interested in her? His erection should have convinced her of the opposite. It still stood firmly before her, and as he looked at her, on the floor at his feet, his passion flared once more. God, she was gorgeous! He made a decision.

Reaching for her hand, he said, "Oh, I'm VERY interested. I just didn't want to have it happen here, on this cold hard floor." He took her hand when she extended it, and gently pulled her up, and then into his arms. Their mouths met, and joined in a passionate fusion. Tongues slid against one another, and she moaned once more as his hands again went to her cheeks.

This time there was no hesitation. He gripped the lacy panties, sliding them down over her hips, and pushing them quickly down her thighs. Cassie wiggled her legs, and stepped out of them when they fell about her ankles. Her thighs straddled his. Her bare sex pressed against his muscular leg, her skin registering the feel of his scratchy pubic hair and his throbbing organ against her own. In one smooth motion, Dane picked her up and turned toward the bedroom. At last, he thought…

When he reached the bed, he leaned forward, lowering her to the sheets and following her down. His body covered hers, their lips still together as he slid between her spreading legs. His cock nuzzled against her furry opening, seeking entrance. Her mouth tore away from his. "Oh, yes!" she exhaled. Her back arched toward him, her legs spreading wider. Her arms gripped his shoulders tightly. He pressed forward, and felt himself being swallowed by her warmth.

He looked down at her. Her eyes were tightly closed, the bump on her head a crimson egg. Should he? It was too late now, he knew. He slid completely into her, taking pleasure in the way she gripped him. Then, adopting a smooth, easy motion, he began to saw into her. Back and forth he thrust, and she welcomed his motions with her own, giving way as he slid into her, tightening around him as he pulled back. His cock throbbed and jumped. Their bodies melded together into one; an organic pleasure machine, fueled by their passion.

Dane hadn't envisioned it this way; not the first time. He usually imagined her on her knees before him, his fingers entwined in that long, dark hair, as she pleasured him with her mouth. He would fuck forcefully between those full lips, his hands holding her head tightly. Other times she was on her hands and knees, and he was thrusting madly into her, pulling her head back by her hair. Always it was aggressive, almost brutal. He was mastering her like one would some animal, himself the greater animal. Never did he imagine it to be this slow and seductive, but it seemed so natural, now. Later, he knew, would come the other. For now, he was content to enjoy the pleasures of her embrace; the smooth, natural flow of their lovemaking.

He rested his upper body on his elbows as his lower ground against hers, and his hands went to her face. As he cupped her cheeks, his thumbs moving down along her jaw line, he again realized just how beautiful she was. Her eyes were so blue, as they locked onto his; so amazingly deep and translucent. Her mouth was slightly open, her perfect white teeth showing as he plunged slowly in and out of her. Her breathing was deep and even, timed to his own. They seemed to be perfectly in tune. "Cassie," he breathed. "You're so beautiful."

Cassie moaned. Her thighs moved up along his hips, as she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles behind him. She wanted to feel him as deeply as she could inside her; wanted to give herself up completely to him. She willed her pussy to grip him tightly, and took pleasure in his gasp. She would make him cum deep inside her, filling her with his hot, sticky liquid.

The thought brought her closer to her own climax. He was so deep, and he touched places she had never felt touched. His cock seemed to split her in half, the veiny sides bringing tingles along the insides of her lips, the bulbous head forging new trails to her core. She gave herself over to the sensations, and closed her eyes, taking the memory of his own with her as she came.

"Oh, god…" she breathed, and felt him increase his tempo. Her wetness flooded her narrow canal, bathing him in its heat. Now he stroked purposely stronger, his cock squishing in and out as he did. Her orgasm built. "Ohhhhhh!!" she moaned, grasping him tighter with her legs. "Ohh, GODDDDDD!!"

Dane couldn't hold back much longer. His cock ached to spill its seed. The feel of her, cumming around his pistoning muscle, excited him in ways he'd never felt. He could actually feel the spasms of her pussy; feel the flow of her juices, the clenching of her vaginal muscles against him. His ass thrust downward more insistently now, slamming his engorged member deep inside her. He felt the boiling deep in his balls, and the moment of release.

As the cum erupted up his shaft, he groaned aloud. "Aurghhhh, GOD!" he yelled at last, and threw himself into her again and again. He felt her grip him even tighter, milking the ropy seed from him as he clenched and flexed inside her, each spasm leaving her more filled with his offering. His hands held her face tenderly, his eyes attempting to lock with hers, but neither one could focus at this moment, so deep was their pleasure. It seemed to go on forever.

At last, her legs released him and fell away, the long muscles near cramping. She let out a long sigh, blowing the hair out of her eyes in the process. "Do you treat everyone you save this way?" she asked breathlessly, her fingers playing with the skin along his jaw line. He chuckled, his body moving slightly, but he didn't want to slip from her yet. Not that he could prevent it, but he wanted to savor this moment. He pulled her closer, as he felt the inevitable.

"Only the good-looking ones," he said. He kissed her again, and felt her squeeze him tightly. It had the opposite effect he'd hoped, and he slid from her with a gentle plop. He winked at her as she groaned.

"And now…" he said. "We need to get you into that shower!"

 

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Cassie

Dane slid off to beside Cassie, keeping her within his warm embrace. Each gently caressing and placing soft kisses upon each other lips and necks.

She had a nagging fleeting thought or maybe it was a flashback to a memory. It seemed so brief. But it had to do with this man and it wasn’t good. Her brow furrowed, but she tried to keep her thoughts hidden, buried, but the nagging suspicion that all was not what it seemed kept bothering her.

She needed time…. She needed to think. Which Dane may not see as a good thing after what just happened between them. But it was not like he had a choice or say in the matter. Cassie slowly and softly pulled away. Not wanting to hurt his feelings. She knew he had wanted to join her in the shower. She could tell from the kisses and the touches, each one getting warmer and more passionate. She knew that if she didn’t break the hold now, she would be doomed.

Dane leaned in to kiss Cassie deeply… but he felt her warm soft hand come to rest in the middle of his chest to gently stop him. She whispered softly, “I need that shower.” He started to rise but he soft voice stopped him. “Alone…..” He was confused… he knew something was up and not what he had hoped for. Debating on whether he should let her go, he made the choice to let her do as she wished. “I’m probably going to regret this later,” he thought. He helped Cassie rise from the bed, gave her a soft kiss… and let her go.

Cassie kissed him softly because she knew the battle he had waged within gathered up a couple towels and sauntered off to the shower. Dane watched her sexy ass sway as she walked to the bathroom. “Damn” he thought, “why do I have to be so good hearted.” He wanted her just as much now as he had 10 minutes ago. But with her memory wiped away, it was hard to tell what was going thru her mind. Or when she would regain her memory, he sighed deeply. Well, it’s better to get into her good graces now, than to have her remember the past. So, Dane set a plan in motion – he planned on romancing her. Wining and dining her to hopefully get past the way they had started off.

Dane remembered their first encounter so vividly, as if it had been yesterday. All sounds faded off as Dane lost himself in a memory……….

It was a warm summer’s day, several years ago. Dane had just located a cabin in which gave him the isolation that he desired. After years of working in security and law enforcement, he was ready for a break. The small town offered the peace he was looking for.

It was as he was exploring the town that he first saw the dark haired beauty. She had come out of local supply store. He saw the owner come out after her, calling her name… “Cassie”… he thought, it suited her. When she turned he saw her smile. A smile so beautiful he thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Because it made her radiate a beauty unknown. Made her look like an Angel sent from God. From that moment he knew he must find a way to possess her. If only for a small time. She gathered what she had forgotten from the store owner, she turned toward the truck. Dane picked up the pace to hope to talk to her before she left.

Little had he known that day – that was the last thing she wanted, some guy hitting on her. Her ex-fiancé had been giving her grief and she more or less had sworn off all men for a while. She noticed a tall good looking stranger out of the corner of her eye, as she was securing the goods for the ranch in the back of the pickup. His stare with those gray-green eyes just about un-nerved her. Dane noticed she sighed deeply then turned to face him, “Can I help you??” the irritation came across in her voice. He didn’t know what else to do… she looked so damn sexy. Her hair was tousled, an unruly lock dropped across her forehead and into her beautiful blue eyes. “God I want her.” Before he could stop himself, he grabbed her and kissed her. Her hands came up and pushed at his shoulders, shoving him away. Completely taken off guard Cassie hadn’t know what to say… but knew… to run and that she did. She turned and hopped up into the Black shiny pickup with Whispering Wind Ranch, written in script on the side of the doors. As she started the truck, she saw this attractive stranger in the mirror. She felt a pull deep in her belly. It scared her, she knew this man would be nothing but trouble and she best steer clear of him.

Dane remembered the look in her eyes from that day. Like a deer trapped and unable to do anything but run. And so, the game had begun. He had watched her from a distance, used his law enforcement background to find out all he could about her. He knew everything there possible was to know about Cassandra “Cassie” Tigard. The only daughter of the biggest rancher in these parts. Now that he had her…. What was he going to do with her??? That was the question looming.

He jerked from his thoughts hearing the shower stop. Wondering what version would slip from the bathroom. Cassie emerged with her long hair wrapped in a towel and another large bath towel wrapped and tied just above her glorious breasts.

Cassie noticed that he’d not left the bed and that he had a somewhat trouble look on his face. Other than the small feeling that this man was trouble with a capital T, no other memory seemed to resurface yet. She looked at him and said “Ummm, do you have anything I can wear? Until my clothes are cleaned…..” he seemed flustered, but replied “Yea, might be a bit big on you but,” he hurriedly got up and dug with some of the dresser drawers finding her one of his t-shirts and sweats. He then seemed to be aware of his undressed state and blushed. “umm, umm …” he stuttered, “I guess I’ll get another shower and see about what I can rustle up to eat around her.” He hurried out of the room knowing that if he stayed, he’d ravish her again…….. Cassie slightly giggled at his stammering and stuttering, somehow she got the feeling that this was not the first guy that she had had this effect on. Smiling softly, remembering the wild lovemaking from earlier. “Hmmm, Maybe that should be repeated,” she thought, even though she had a feeling that she was going to regret it.

 

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Dane

As he shut the shower door behind him, Dane swore at himself. You know, she’s gonna remember that day, eventually, he thought. That was such a stupid, impetuous thing to do, but it had seemed impossible to resist. She was so beautiful so sexy. He had wanted to do that day, what he had done this evening; take his pleasure in her body make her his own, if only for a little while. He just hadn’t thought it through, and he’d scared her.

Now, she had scared him. He hadn’t expected to be so swept up in her; hadn’t expected to start thinking of ways to win her over. He’d wanted her; that was to be it. One time, then on to the next. Just like always. Now, after the first soul-searing encounter, he found himself wanting her even more. God! What power did she have over him?

He thought of looking down into those pale blue eyes, and began to get hard again. He remembered the pleasure of plumbing those wonderfully warm depths; the feeling of what had he felt? Love? He shook his head, smiling down at his erection. Two-timing bitch, he said aloud. You’re supposed to be serving ME! Despite himself, he took his cock in his hand again, once again imagining the feel of her wrapped around him, as he stroked slowly.

Ummmm...excuse me? This time her voice was still beyond the door, which he had locked this time. I’m sorry. I don’t remember your name Hell, she didn’t remember her own! I just wondered do you have anything I could fix for us? I don’t mind.

Dane shut off the shower. He wasn’t getting much washing done, anyway except for that one part! He said firmly, Don’t do anything, okay? I don’t want you passing out on my stove. I'll be right out! Drying off quickly and stuffing his disobedient member into a pair of running shorts, he checked his reflection in the steam-covered mirror. He needed a shave. Then his hair combed. Then well, at least he ought to brush his teeth!

He ended up taking almost 20 minutes, and when he stepped out of the bathroom, Cassie was reclined on the bed, his pillows all pulled up into a pile behind her back. She looked radiant in his sweatpants, which were tight enough to outline the swell of her hips and thighs, and the oversized t-shirt, which did little to conceal the globes he hadn’t really even seen yet. Her bra and panties hung over the quilt rack. He took in a quick little breath as he looked at her. Man, I oughtta just he thought, but was brought back down to earth by her look of disdain.

Did you get all the parts clean this time? She asked, looking pointedly at the obvious lump in his shorts. Then she smiled, and he saw that the old Cassie was returning. No longer did she wear the look of helplessness he had sought to erase earlier. This was more like before; that look of pampered knowledge, that she was the best-looking thing around, and boy, had you better remember that! He snorted.

I didn’t hear you complain about anything being less than clean before, he said, leaving the bedroom and padding into the kitchen. He had to leave her there; another moment and he would have been right back where he was staring into those eyes, and wanting her again. She followed him, muttering, “Sure. Love ‘em and leave ‘em. Whatever.” She almost bumped into his back when he stopped suddenly.

“What was that?” He questioned, not looking at her. Pointedly, not looking at her. She smiled at the broad back, once again remembering wrapping her arms around it, and running her nails lightly down it as he made love to her.

“Nothing, darling.” She giggled, blowing that lock of hair out of her eyes again. “I assume I can call you darling, after the last hour, right?” She put her hands on his shoulders, running them seductively around the front, and then abruptly turning towards the refrigerator. “Ummm….what was your name again?” She asked, as she began to rummage through the plastic storage bags that littered the shelves. Before he could answer, she asked pointedly, “And is everything in this refrigerator spoiled?”

He had turned to watch her, her lithe form augmented by the soft glow of the fridge light. Shaking his head, he said, “Not the beer.” He flipped on the overhead light. No good. She was just as desirable in full light! He studied the ass that she had presented to him, either wittingly or unwittingly, and let his mind wander. By the time she had straightened up, he’d had her undressed and bent over the kitchen table, and the sudden realization that she was looking directly at him took him by surprise. She was smiling coyly at him, over the door.

You know, she said softly, “If you’re going to keep thinking those thoughts, either you’re going to be spending a lot of time in that shower, or I’m going to have to put on something a lot less thought-provoking.

Dane laughed aloud, embarrassed at being caught watching her, and even more at having her know exactly what was in his mind. Please, he chuckled. Sweat pants? Thought-provoking? He shook his head again, saying, “Hardly.” With that, he turned to the cupboard, getting two water-spotted glasses down for them.

Smiling, Cassie shut the fridge door softly, and pulled the t-shirt down with her hands, stretching it tightly over her erect nipples. Looking down at them, she seemed pleased. Right she said almost under her breath. She walked back into the bedroom, pulling the shirt up over her head as she went. Hoping that he was watching, she dropped it onto the floor behind her.

Dane was watching, with interest. What was she up to now? He saw her round the corner, her full globes visible for just a moment, before she disappeared. He stood, undecided. Was this an invitation, or just a tease? He waited. Her voice called to him shortly.

“Ummm……Mister? Is it okay if I wear this?” She appeared around the corner of the doorway again, this time holding another of his shirts out in front of her. This was a tank top, and he could instantly imagine it on her, barely containing the full breasts already visible on either side of it. She was smiling innocently as she said, “That other shirt was kind of smelly.”

Leaning back against the counter, Dane smiled, knowing what the game was, now. “Sure,” he said, crossing his arms. “You’d better check that one, though. I wouldn’t want to make you go through my entire dresser, looking for something suitable for you, Princess.”

She flinched at the obviously derogatory nickname. Princess, eh? She thought to herself. Well see just who worships who, around here. She pulled the shirt up to her nose, aware of her partial nudity, and just barely covering her breasts with the material as she made a point of sniffing it. No, she smiled at him. Seems okay. Then she dropped the shirt to her waist, spreading it open, and prepared to pull it over her head. The material hid her smile as she thought of him, staring like some love-struck teenager, as she re-dressed herself. When the top was on, she tucked it into the waistband of her sweatpants.

Glancing over at him, she saw he was still standing there, arms crossed; a look of amusement on his face. “What?” She said, dropping her gaze under his scrutiny.

“Nothing,” he smiled. “I guess I’d better turn the heat up in here, is all. You look chilled.” He looked directly at her nipples, which were as hard as little thimbles under the shirt, and then he boosted himself off the counter to walk over to her. His hands went to her arms, and he pulled her to him, planting a kiss on her lips. “By the way,” he muttered. “It’s Dane.” Then he walked out of the room.

Cassie stood, her heart already pounding again, watching him walk into the bedroom. “Okay, Dane,” she said. “Was there a reason for that?” He turned and smiled, but said nothing at first. Finally, after staring at her for a long moment, he said softly, “I needed to see about something.” Cassie didn’t quite understand, but she knew, deep in her heart, that this all meant something. What it was, she still couldn’t bring to the surface.

Nevertheless, she realized one thing. She was falling for this guy, despite the strange alarm bells going off in her head. His abrupt manner with her only made him more mysterious, and desirable. She felt that, at any moment, he might attempt to make love to her again; and she knew she would let him. Hell, she might make the first move, the next time! She turned, leaving him staring at her ass as she walked to the stove. She began cracking the eggs she had retrieved from the refrigerator, whipping them up in a pan as they cooked.

Soon she was in full cooking mode, throwing bread into the toaster, heating up some soup she had found, and pouring them each a cup of the coffee shed brewed. The last time she looked, he was still standing there, watching her intently. Just thinking about him, and the way he looked at her, was making her nervous, and wet. There was, despite the smell of freshly cooked dinner, an almost palpable sexual tension in the air. For now, though, she wanted to eat.

Come and get it, she sang, carrying their plates out to the deck off the kitchen. In short order, he was there, smiling at her as he seated himself opposite her. The bug light snapped occasionally, but for the most part, there were only the sounds of coots, off in the distance.

”You sure know how to cook, for a princess,” he observed, between mouthfuls of food. He grinned widely at her immediate bristling, and she knew he was only trying to get her dander up.

“Yeah, well we had to give the maid an occasional day off,” she joked, and then her expression changed abruptly. “Was I rich?” She suddenly asked. “Did you know me, before, or was I just somebody you found in a smoldering car, and decided to bring home to your bed?”

This time he bristled. “I didn’t intend for that to happen,” he said. Shed hit a nerve in him, and now his mood seemed to change again.

“Oh, okay. I guess, in the process of undressing me, things just got the better of you,” she said, trying to keep her voice light, but coming off sounding sarcastic. “I mean it’s not that I didn’t appreciate what you did for me.”

He stared deeply into her eyes, again. “Before or after?” he asked intently, and she felt her face flush. Suddenly, he pushed his chair back and stood up. He towered over her, and she wondered if he was going to threaten her. His eyes softened, though, and he smiled down at her. Cassie, he said. You look so beautiful in this light. Leaning over the wooden table, he took her face in his hands, and pressed his lips to hers. She dropped her fork onto the plate, and held the table edges tightly as he took her breath away, once again.

 

[spiritshadow67]

Cassie

Her temper soared just a bit at his comment - Before or after? Oh my God, he just did not say that to me, she thought. Her face flushed and when he stood and towered over her…. She wondered what he had in mind. She noticed the softness in his eyes and then the soft warm smile that touched his lips. Dane’s soft whisper reached her ears…”You look so beautiful in this light.” Just as his hands came up and gently caressed her face. He lowered his lips to hers, softly pressing the sweetest kiss to her full lips. She dropped the fork back on to her plate, as her hands griped the table edges tightly. She felt all breath leave her. She moaned deeply.

Her hands finally let go of the table, sliding her fingers teasingly up his chest. Her nails grazing his nipples thru the shirt that he wore. Her tongue timidly ran along his lips seeking entrance as her hands wrapped around his shoulders and neck warmly caressing. And then finally up into his thick hair.

My God, she thought briefly, the effect this man has on me. I’m like a cat in heat. Insatiable with need and desire. But the only thing to slip past her lips was the a very soft whisper, “yes.” It was almost more of a moan, but Dane heard it loud and clear. The kiss deepened. With only the sounds of nature around them.

 

[gotwood49]

Dane

He allowed her tongue to slip between his lips, then opened them wide, as his mouth took hers in a deeper kiss. His tongue caressed and sparred with hers as they held each other, their breathing deepening by the moment.

His hands slid from her face to her neck, and then beyond. As they slipped over her shoulders, she leaned forward, pressing her breasts into his palms. He exhaled quickly as his hands cupped the heaving orbs, so warm and round beneath the thin material of the tank top, and he stroked his thumbs across the nipples, delighting in their reaction. He noticed her breathing also escalate, and they were now almost panting into one another's mouths as the moment grew more and more intense. He wanted her again. Right now. Right here, on this rough wooden table. The thought was exhilarating, and somehow, he suddenly realized, funny! The rich brat, sprawled on the hastily cleared table, ready to take him on, was so foreign to the actual woman he'd known before, he snickered slightly.

She pulled away from him, her eyes blazing. "What?" she said angrily. "Something suddenly funny?" She stared intently into his eyes, as if daring him to say the wrong thing, but he knew he couldn't. Not now. Not until...

"No," he said soothingly, his hands still surrounding her breasts. "Not funny at all. I just don't know how to react to you sometimes. You...you're just so damn sexy."

This seemed to satisfy her for the moment, and she smiled shyly at him. "Well, maybe we should take this inside, Dane."

He stared at her. She had actually used his given name! Perhaps she was losing some of that spirit...that desire to always be so confrontational with him.

Just then she winked at him. "Besides, I want to watch some TV," she said, deriving intense pleasure from the momentary look of pain that crossed his face. She couldn't help herself, sometimes! She laughed out loud. "After," she continued, straightening her back, "you make passionate love to me."

His hands released their hold on her breasts, reluctantly, and he watched her pull herself to a standing position. He was so confused. Was she, in fact, offering herself to him, or was she preparing to pull the bait away, just as he lunged for it? His eyes searched her face for an answer, but she only stood quietly, smiling seductively at him.

"That WAS your plan, wasn't it?" she asked softly. "To make love to me this time, instead of just pounding away at me like some hormone-saturated teenager? I wonder if you can..." With that she turned and strode inside, feeling as confused at her own sudden vindictiveness as he undoubtably was.

He followed.

 

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Cassie

She giggled inside at the total control she happened to have over this man. The power made her giddy inside. She knew with her last statement that she had thrown down the gauntlet, given him a challenge. And if he was like other men, which aren’t the most all alike in that respect, he would “rise” to the occasion and fulfill it in more ways than one. She only hoped that she would not lose her heart. That thought terrified her more than anything, for some unknown reason that she could not fathom at the moment.

She heard his slow footsteps behind her through the house. As she had step through the back door she had started a slow undress leaving a trail of clothing behind her…. A shirt here…. Then in the hall the baggy sweatpants….until she reached the bedroom… naked as the day she entered this world.

She had a body that the Goddess Aphrodite would envy. Curves exactly where they should be, not an ounce of that dreaded cellulite to be found. Her skin was the color of warm honey. At the moment she did not know but it came from spending long days in the saddle on her father’s ranch. As she peered into the standing mirror in Dane’s bedroom in wide-eyed fascination at her own physic, she saw him from the corner of her eye enter the bedroom.

She felt his warm gaze travel up her body, the heat rising within her. Her finger tips at her waist slowly trail up her sides as her own hands caressed her breasts, as he watched. A soft moan slowly slipped from her lips as her long chestnut hair brushed the top of butt, her eyes hooded…. She then felt his warm breath along her neck, as his soft warm lips began to nibble slowly up and down, across her shoulders. His hands softly upon her hips, softly caressing in slowly circles, causing her to moan and shift slightly into him…

She felt him drawing her into his warm and loving web. Like a moth drawn to a flame. It was not to be denied but it must be fulfilled. A need… A want that they both must quench. Like someone left in the desert for weeks on end and then given precious water. This desire was like molten hot lava and completely and utterly unstoppable.

 

[gotwood49]

Dane

He leaned over her, letting his lips travel across the smooth tanned skin of her neck and shoulders, tasting her. He inhaled her fresh scent. His hands on her hips tightened, and he pulled her against him, letting her feel his hardness against the cleft of her bare ass. He could feel her heat through the running shorts he wore, and he couldn’t wait to be encompassed in it, once again; surrounded by the insistently grasping muscles of her pussy. It drew him like a magnet.

“Cassie,” he breathed. “I want you. Let me love you, one more time.” One hand slid around and up her tight belly, where his finger toyed with her navel. Her hips began to move, and his other hand moved around her thigh. His thumb came to rest in the patch of hair just above her slit, his fingers curling over the smooth skin of her thigh. Being so close to her prized pussy once again drove him to delirium, and he slid his forefinger along the slick fold of her labia.

Her moan filled his ears.

Her hands slid from her own breasts, along her sides and back to his waist. “Dane,” she said, as she pulled him tightly to her. “Make me feel…” The grinding of his groin against her ass made her moan again, and she felt his hand intrude, and yank downward on his shorts. Once released, his cock slid between her thighs, joining the probing finger at her entrance. Tensing her thighs, she gripped him, savoring his thickness. “Oh, yessssss,” she purred, as he slid forward and back in her wet embrace.

Dane couldn’t stop himself. This rich brat from the Whispering Wind family, even though she didn’t seem to know who she was, was so far above his station in life…and yet, with her here in his arms, he couldn’t allow himself to think of that. He only knew that she was beautiful, with her long brown hair and her burning blue eyes, and he wanted her so badly it hurt, and now she was his for the taking, once again. This time, he knew, it wouldn’t be slow. It would be at the pace he set, and she would submit, or else. He had a feeling she wouldn’t argue. She wanted it, too. He grasped her arms and turned her to the bed.

Cassie felt him push her forward, and realized he meant to bend her over the bed. As hot for him as she was, her ingrained breeding couldn’t allow him to do this, and she stiffened. “What?!” she said, as her knees hit the edge of the bed. “What do you think you’re…” She had to put her hands out to catch herself, as he forced her further forward. Her fingers gripped the sheets as she sprawled onto her hands and knees, her ass in the air. His knees pushed her own apart roughly, and she felt his cock at her exposed opening. Was she going to let him take her this way?

Dane leaned forward, his legs between the dark beauty’s, his hands going to her waist. She seemed to be resisting him, but he knew it was futile, and half-hearted. His cock head nestled in the furry valley of her prize, and he was moments from taking it. One shove; one gentle push forward, and it was his. He hesitated, though, trying to judge her frame of mind. As usual, she had him confused, even as he had reached a decision. Damn her!

Cassie waited. The tall man had her overpowered, and she resigned herself to the shock of having him split her sex this way with his veiny weapon; relished it, actually. Her fingers closed around the handfuls of sheet she gripped, and she held her breath. When it came, she gasped.

“Oh, god!” she cried, as he parted her slick skin and slid to her depths. He was moving instantly, his hips rocking against her ass, in and out. His hands held her waist tightly, but she wasn’t going anywhere. Despite the contradiction in her mind, this is where she wanted to be; she knew it. She began to move against him, rocking back as he drove forward. The sounds of their smacking flesh drove her lust ever higher, as she felt him drive to the deepest depths of her. She felt the stirrings of her first orgasm, coming unbidden but undeniably, deep inside her.

Dane felt the change in her, and smiled inwardly. “I knew it!” he thought. Cassie was just as lusty as any woman, despite the games she liked to play with his mind. The harder he took her, the more she seemed to want. He stepped up his pace, and she gasped even harder, craving more. Their bodies were muscle and smooth skin in motion; hardness against heat, as their lovemaking escalated. Cassie's moans drove him toward his own ecstasy, even as she was welcoming hers.

Suddenly, he felt the warmth of her climax wash over him, and she ceased her motions as she let herself drop into that zone of pleasure. A long, high-pitched moan signaled her release, and he felt her inner muscles contract around him. Determined not to let her go that easily, he pounded into her through her orgasm, holding her suddenly limp body in his strong grip. This was the moment he had sought. She was totally his now. No more mind games; no more teasing. He tore into her at a frantic pace, determined to own her, as best he could.

Cassie barely had time to think. Her orgasms kept coming, one after another, as he fucked her like a wild man. Her cunt, accustomed to the feel of his cock from their first encounter, nonetheless drew new pleasures from his stony thickness, and her body responded, gushing around him. He let her drop onto the bed, falling with her; his hips rising and falling with each stroke. She felt his knees push hers farther apart, and the friction of the sheets against her sopping pussy as they rocked together. She cried out into the sheets as another climax rapidly approached.

"Oh, god, Dane. Yes! Oh! Oh, goddddddd!"

Dane's balls were about to burst, and Cassie's outburst put him over the edge. As he felt her latest rush of wetness wash over him, he stiffened, trying to hold back. It was no use. His ball gave a mighty contraction, and his hips moved forward involuntarily, sending his spunk deep into her canal.

"Augggggh, GOD!" he roared, and collapsed onto her back. He tried not to move, instead letting the mechanics of his testicles send their load forward, but he couldn't help but rock his hips into her with each contraction. His hands went to either side of her head, fingers entwining into her long, dark hair. He moaned into her ear.

Cassie turned her head back over her shoulder, and Dane's lips met hers. They kissed, even as the last of his juices were combining with hers, breathing heavily into each other's mouths. "Dane..." she gasped, and his mouth covered hers again. She closed her eyes. His body felt so right, covering hers. His warmth made her feel so safe; so needed. She welcomed his tongue with her own.

Later, after long moments spent looking into each other's eyes, and even longer moments tasting each other's skin, Cassie pulled herself from Dane's embrace. His leg was across her own, and she pinched it.

"Ouch!"

She smiled wickedly. "That's for being so rough with me," she teased. When he looked amused, she formed her lips into a pout. "Hey," she said, suddenly serious. "I'm not some common whore, to be bent over the bed and fucked like a dog!" She looked angrily at him, then slapped at the hand he had extended and rolled off the edge of the bed.

"Where ya going?" he asked, once again confused by her mood swings.

She looked back over her shoulder at him, noticing the way his eyes dropped to the swell of her ass, and put her hands on her hips. "To the bathroom," she said icily. "That is, if you're finished mauling me, for the moment!" She glanced at his cock somewhat wistfully and padded out of the bedroom, smiling as she slammed the door to the bathroom.