Chapter 398: Rear Obsession (R-18)
Cassian grunted at the sight of Brigid sprawled beneath him, moaning in pleasure. His hands gripped her thick ass, spreading the cheeks wide to watch his penis sliding between her wet folds. Just above, her other hole gaped slightly, seemed used to penetration, stretched enough to tease his eyes as he held her open. His gaze trailed up her slim waist as she rocked her hips back into him, grinding herself against his thrusts, riding him as much as he was riding her.
After savoring every inch of her from the front, Cassian shifted her, turning Brigid onto all fours to take her wide rear properly. She dropped forward on her hands, breathing in ragged gasps between moans, loving the raw, animalistic pace he was driving her with.
Her whole body glistened with sweat despite the chill night air, purple hair plastered to her back and face, but she didn’t care. She only pushed her rear back into him, adjusting her angle to feel his penis hit the deepest spots inside her. Her thighs trembled, juices dripping as she rode the edge again—she’d already climaxed once more, and now a third orgasm was rushing up on her... while Cassian still hadn’t even spilled once.
Brigid didn’t care anymore—this was the first time in her life she’d ever felt pleasure this overwhelming. Sure, she’d had her darker cravings and twisted thrills before, things she thought ranked higher than sex itself... but this? This was flooding her mind with more stimulation than she could even process.
"Yeah... fuck me... fuck me harder..." she gasped, tongue hanging out as she struggled for breath, her voice breaking into moans she couldn’t hold back. She didn’t want him to stop, not now—and Cassian had no reason to either. He hadn’t even broken a sweat, hadn’t spent a drop yet, his stamina untouched.
But now he looked like he was close. He loved the view of her arched back, the bounce of her thick ass taking every thrust. His crotch smacked against her buttocks, his hands sinking deep into the flesh, and still there was more than his palms could hold. The way she moved her hips, meeting his thrusts with desperate rhythm, only drove him harder.
Her rear was obscene—wide, fat, perfect in a way that looked unreal, like raw allure carved into flesh. It didn’t match her slim upper body at all, and that contradiction only made it stand out more. Her petite waist, her small frame above, and then that huge butt below—it was the kind of thing that made Cassian’s blood boil just looking at it. How the fuck did she even have this? He didn’t know, but he loved it.
He leaned forward, hands sliding up her body to grab her breasts, pulling her back tight into his chest. Her nipples hardened in his palms as his hips slammed into her, faster now, harder, her ass bouncing and jiggling with every thrust. The sight alone nearly pushed him over—the way her cheeks rippled, clapping against his pelvis, swallowing his length in deep.
"I’m in love with your ass, Brigid..." Cassian groaned, his voice rough with lust. He bent down, biting and sucking at the soft flesh of her cheek while his hips never slowed. Her face was twisted in overwhelming pleasure, sweat dripping down her brow and making her smooth almond-toned skin glisten in the firelight. She turned her head slightly, panting, eyes hazy as they locked on him.
Before she could even form a word, Cassian crashed his mouth onto hers, shoving his tongue deep past her lips. The messy, heated kiss only stoked the fire in his gut, his penis twitching inside her as the pressure in him built to a breaking point.
Cassian’s thrusts grew erratic, his hips slamming hard against the fat of her ass as his cock twitched deep inside her. His kiss grew sloppy, desperate, his tongue wrestling with hers while his breath came in broken grunts. Brigid moaned into his mouth, her own tongue curling hungrily against his, tasting every ragged exhale.
And then it hit him. His body jerked against hers, his thrusts shaking as hot release poured into her, spilling in thick waves that made his cock pulse and grind deeper into her folds. Brigid shuddered with him, her own orgasm ripping through as her insides clenched down hard, sucking him tighter with every pulse.
Held tight against his chest from behind, her breasts bounced and jiggled with every shaky thrust. They weren’t large enough to sway wildly, but the firm jiggle of them matched the rhythm of his hips pounding against her wide, fat ass. Sweat slicked her smooth skin, running down her front, dripping between her breasts, tracing over the soft folds of her belly before slipping lower—down the purple patch of hair between her thick thighs, catching on the curve of her hips before finally sliding off the swell of her ass.
Her body was a study in contrast—the slim arms and petite upper frame only made her wide hips, thick thighs, and huge rear stand out more, raw and irresistible
Cassian held her from behind, one arm locked tight across her chest, squeezing her breasts as he forced her upright into his grasp. Her back arched against him, sweat-soaked skin pressed to his, as his penis pumped out the last of his climax inside her. Brigid’s thighs pressed together involuntarily, her body trembling in overstimulated bliss while her moans bled into the messy kiss they refused to break.
The kiss never broke. Cassian stayed buried inside, his penis still throbbing as her insides twitched and clenched from the aftermath of her orgasm. Brigid’s whole body trembled in his hold, her breath ragged, her moans swallowed between their locked lips. His arm was firm around her chest, pinning her back into him, keeping her in place until every pulse of his release had been spent inside her.
Only when the haze dulled did he finally pull his lips away—but he didn’t let go. Instead, he turned the breathless Brigid around with ease, her sweat-slick body sliding against his, and pulled her down onto his lap. His mouth claimed hers again, hungrier this time, while his hands roamed up her sides and closed around her breasts, kneading them roughly.
Her mind was still foggy, but slowly she came back to herself, her arms lifting to cup his face, fingers digging into his damp hair as she finally responded to his kiss. When she broke away, panting against his lips, she flashed him a wide, crooked smile despite the sweat dripping from her brow.
"Bastard..." she muttered, breathless but smirking, "ever heard of asking permission before firing off your load like a damn cannon ball?"