9 ~ The Escape Plan

Cassandra POV

His longest finger was drawing soft but impactful strokes down on my core. Resulting in an increase in my heartbeats and impatience. My fingers fisting his wrist tightly as I felt my stomach stretching and some kind of longing for a release.

My mouth hung open, eyelids wrinkled with the shut vision.

“Ryan, Pleaseeeeeeee,”

I breathed near his ear and to increase my impatience for the growing sensations, he grabbed my neck stable with the other hand. I felt caged and unable to move anymore.

My toes rolled and my body stretched in his lap. I could feel him smiling devilishly.

There was a collection of wetness between my thighs and I could feel more liquid on the way. I didn't know what he was doing and what was happening to me. But, right now all I wanted was to get rid of this loneliness and the relief from the wetness stuck in me.

"Will you ever dare to speak in a loud voice?" He questioned with authority and smirk.

My