Chapter thirty two (M)

(Cassandra's POV)

It's so hot.

I feel like my insides were deeped in hot water but instead of burning me up, it gives me so much pleasure that I moan out loud.

Gentle calloused hands startle me out of my pleasurable agony and starts to slide up my legs.

Every patch of skin those hands touches makes the fire under my skin come to the surface and low embarrassing moans leave my lips in succession.

"Matt?" I moan in question. I don't know anyone else who can make me feel like this.

"Ssh baby, let me take care of you," he growls in a husky voice that caresses me like a lover's whisper.

His hands reaches my inner thigh, causing me to jump at the sensation. My inner thighs are really sensitive. I could just rub them together for sometime and I would get wet.

"No no, stop," I whine pitifully. I don't want to embarrass myself any further but he seems to have other plans. He squeezed.