CHAPTER 3

“Cassie, no,” he breathed, pushing her gently away. She returned to him, forcing herself up against his body, her budding tits poking his chest.

“Fuck me, Mike,” she purred, refusing to listen to a voice of reason. “I know that you want to.”

Mike turned his head to the side, looking away from Cassie, desperate to stop the swelling of his thick cock, but knowing it was a losing battle.

“We can’t. Your dad would never forgive me,” he replied, as her hands moved down his body, running quickly from his chest to the bulge beneath his robe. She reached between the material and wrapped her tiny hand...