"Why are you doing this to me? I said I don't want..." Sher's voice trembled as she pushed Cassian's head against her chest, his mouth already wrapped around her bare breast. Her words said one thing, but her actions told another—practically guiding him to suck harder.
"The first time was a mistake… I made a mistake…" she murmured, breath catching as he continued.
Cassian smirked against her skin, clearly not buying her protests. Her breasts were soft like water jelly—spilling between his fingers without losing shape. Despite her age, and the slight sag from time's toll, her figure still held strong. Years of being a Circle Warrior had left her with a fit, toned body: faint muscle lines beneath the soft layer of flesh, particularly around her stomach. Her belly showed traces of abs, though padded with a bit of extra fat that he seemed to enjoy squeezing.
As her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he eased her down onto her work desk, fully intent on making her forget every word of resistance.
"Well, let's not call it a mistake this time..." Cassian said with a low grin, trailing kisses down from her chest to her stomach, his mouth savoring the softness of her skin. Meanwhile, his hands worked skillfully, slipping down her pants along with her soaked panties.
The wetness was obvious, but what caught his attention—like always—was the sight beneath. It never failed to excite him. His growing bulge made that perfectly clear. His eyes drank in the view: the dark, damp folds slightly parted, glistening, and impossibly enticing.
Without hesitation, Cassian leaned in, placing his tongue right at the entrance before dragging it upward in a slow, deliberate lick. Sher's chest rose sharply at the sensation, a gasp escaping her lips.
"It's so wrong..." Sher whispered, gripping Cassian's hair tightly as her legs hung over his shoulders. "You're so young... and licking me ... it's wrong..." Her voice trembled, more like she was trying to convince herself than him. "My children are older then you..." she added between soft moans, her thoughts slipping out loud.
Cassian didn't respond with words—his tongue was too busy, gliding up and down her slick folds, gathering every bit of her vaginal fluids with slow, deliberate strokes. Her body reacted faster than her mind could argue, releasing more with each movement.
Her words were aimed at stopping him, maybe even at shaming herself into pulling away. But her both hands firmly pressing his head deeper between her thighs, holding him there as if her body had already made the decision she couldn't say out loud.
Sher kept rambling through heavy breaths, almost like she was trying to distract herself. "How are you so good at this? Why do you know so much women's body at your age? Why are you so good at licking my pussy?" Her voice trembled, mind racing while her body gave in completely to the pleasure, "why? why?"
Cassian didn't say a word—his face was buried between her thighs, nose pressed into her wet curls, lips sealed to her slick, sensitive folds. His tongue worked carefully, tracing every contour without fully entering, teasing the entrance with slow, hungry sucks. His hands gripped her thighs, still soft and thick despite her training, squeezing them as she unconsciously locked his face in place with her legs.
By now, Cassian was just as worked up. Pulling away from between her thighs, he moved up toward her, his eyes locked on hers. Sher lay there fully bare, her breath uneven and body flushed. As he slid off his pants, her gaze dropped—despite the mix of confusion and protest in her voice, the hunger in her eyes told a different story.
She looked straight at his hard, standing length, and the wide smile on her face betrayed everything her words couldn't. It was obvious what she wanted, even if she hadn't admitted it yet.
"Well, if I wasn't this good… how else would I get the mighty Commandant Sher beneath me?" Cassian murmured with a smirk, leaning down to kiss her. But before she could get another word out, his lips met hers—coated faintly with the taste of her own folds.
His hands gripped her waist tightly as he kissed her deeply, swallowing any protest. Then, without warning, his hard length pressed down, parting her slick folds. A sharp breath caught in her chest as he pushed in, the sudden stretch from his thick intrusion stealing her voice and thought all at once.
It had been a long time since anyone had touched her —let alone penetrated her—and Cassian's size, thicker and longer than average, sent a shock through her entire body. The sudden stretch, the heat, and the pressure pushed her past her limit, and a wave of orgasm crashed through her without warning. Unlike anything brought on by her own hands or the toys she'd relied on, this was raw, overwhelming.
'No… no… I can't… ahh—ahh!' she screamed silently in her mind, her body twitching under him as the pleasure tore through her. Her hands clung to Cassian's face as he kissed her, though she couldn't even kiss back—her folds clenched too tightly around his shaft, locking him in place. It was a short orgasm, but sharp and intense, her first release of the evening leaving her breathless.
"So, how did it feel—getting your pussy off from an actual cock after so long, Commandant Sher?" Cassian asked with a smirk, his fingers wrapping around her wrists, pinning her hands down gently but firmly.
Sher's eyes flared with surprise and a flicker of anger at his bold words. She glared at him, lips parting as if to snap back—but her body betrayed her. She hadn't pushed him away. Her folds still welcomed him, holding him in, making it clear she hadn't drawn a line he couldn't cross—at least not yet.
"What did you just say?" she asked in a warning tone, her voice low and sharp.
Cassian only smirked in response, stretching her arms above her head as he straightened up, still buried deep inside her. He pulled his hips back slowly, dragging himself out of her folds with a deliberate slowness that drew a soft moan from her lips as her back arched in response.
With her wrists in his grip and a wide grin on his face, he said, "I asked… how did it feel—your old cunt cumming…"
He paused, his length halfway out.
Then, with a sudden thrust that made her gasp and jolt beneath him, he finished with a low grunt, " after so long from a cock?"
His words were even more vulgar and disrespectful than before, but she didn't care—not with the way his thrusts made her chest arch and her moans grow louder. His grip on her wrists held her firmly in place, not allowing her to shift even an inch. As he pulled back and drove himself into her again, the rhythm took over, leaving her no space to argue or think. Each deep, unrelenting thrust scattered her thoughts, pushing any concern about his crude words far to the back of her mind. All she could do was gasp, moan, and struggle to keep her sanity as pleasure overtook everything else.
Making her realize she'd just made mistake number two—as she watched Cassian smirk in victory while thrusting his hips into her.