33: CASSIE, ARE YOU SURE?

CASSIE'S POV

My eyes sparkled as I saw Mitch rip his pants and boxers off in one swift movement. His masculinity and power radiated off him in waves as the sounds of the fabric ripped to shreds. My pussy vibrated, and his nose flared as his throat released a guttural growl. His cock sprung out like a jack-in-the-box; big, black, and beautiful, except for the head.

The head was glistening brightly as he smeared the pre-cum over his pink mushroom-shaped head with the tip of his thumb. He stroked his cock in a slow, seductive motion. My mouth salivated as I watched in awe. I was hungry for him.

I sucked up the sweet juices that were dripping from my mouth. I sat up and made a move to grab it, but Mitch stretched his hand out and stopped me in my place. "Lie down!" He commanded, his voice sounding demonic; deeper and sexy. An immense heat emitted from between my legs.

But I dared to tease him. I felt like if I was a naughty girl, he would punish me and my needy pussy wanted to be punish