Fighting for Her

by Amy Brent

  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: Cassandra

  I stood on the balcony wrapped in a blanket waiting for Devin to appear on the stairs below. The sky above was black as ink now, with a million stars twinkling brightly and the full moon on the rise. The night air was crisp and the blanket felt warm around my naked body. I let the blanket drop from my breasts so the cool air could kiss my nipples until they were hard. I wedged my right nipple in the crook of my fingers and gave it a little squeeze and a tug, just a preview of things to come.

  I heard screams and applause and music and coming from the lodge below and knew the torch had been passed. Yonas was the Yoni Master now. Devin McMasters—Devin Walker—was now simply a man.

  My man.

  And no one else’s.

  I spotted him coming across the stone patio, his white shirt aglow in the moonlight like fluttering angel’s wings. He started up the long staircase toward the villa, taking the steps two by two. I went back inside and made sure everything was ready for his surprise.

  The candles were lit.

  The air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and lilac.

  The massage table was all set, covered in towels to absorb our mess.

  Soft music drifted from the speakers hidden in the ceiling.

  When Devin came in the door and saw me standing next to the massage table, naked, cupping my breasts, tugging gently on my hard nipples, juices flowing between my legs, he smiled.

  “My surprise is that you get a massage?” he asked, peeling off the white shirt as he crossed the room. He kicked off his sandals and pushed his pants and underwear down his legs. His cock was already plump in anticipation of his hands and lips on my body.

  Devin put his hands around my waist and slid them down to my ass. He clenched my ass cheeks and pulled me in to him. I could feel his cock getting hard as it pressed against my mound.

  “Actually,” I said, putting my hands around his neck and pulling his face down to my lips. “The surprise is that you are getting the massage, not giving it.”

  He pulled back and blinked at me, as if the concept of him being on the receiving end of a massage was something he’d never considered. “Me? Wow… Okay… What would you like me to do?”

  “Lie down on your stomach,” I said, gesturing toward the table.

  “Can I lie on my back?” he asked, glancing down at his cock, which was fully hard and sticking out like a third arm. “I’m not sure I can lie on my stomach with this going on.”

  I wrapped my fingers around his cock and gave it a little squeeze. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. “Fine, I can rub your back after this goes down.”

  He shuddered out a breath and let me lead him to the table with his cock in hand, like a prized bull on a leash. “Now, lie down and get comfy while I warm the oil.”

  “I’d rather have the oil that’s between your legs,” he said playfully as he slid on to the table and lay back with his hands behind his head. His cock stuck up strong and true like the mast of a great ship. I couldn’t resist pumping it with my hand a few times and pressing my lips to the tip just to say hello.

  “Fuck, that feels good…” he said, smiling with his eyes closed. “Suck my cock, baby… You know what I like…”

  “Patience,” I said quietly, my hand still sliding up and down the thick muscle, squeezing little drops of precum from the slit. I licked the salty juice away, then pulled back my hand.

  “Hey… where are you going…”

  “Close your eyes… Focus on your breathing… Shhh….”

  As Devin did as commanded, I went to the warmer and filled my palms with the lavender-scented oil. I rubbed it between my hands and went to the end of the table and began massaging his size-thirteen feet.

  “Mmmm… I have never had my feet rubbed…” he said, eyes still closed, sighing the words. “I had no idea what I’d been missing.”

  “Just you wait,” I said, my hands sliding up the front of his legs, massaging the muscles along the sides, kneading them with my fingers and thumbs like thick cylinders of bread dough. My hands slid to his thighs, digging into the muscle, rubbing, carefully avoiding his hard cock and balls, which twitched when my fingers got close to it.

  “Can we just forego the rest of the massage and fuck?” he asked.

  “Shhh…. Breathe… And shut up…”

  My hands went around the sides of his legs and up his hips, bypassing his cock, then meeting back at his curly patch. I massaged it gently with my thumbs, then let my hands travel up his flat stomach to his chest. I got more oil and rubbed it into his chest, lingering on his hard nipples, rolling them under my thumb, smiling at the juices oozing from the tip of his cock even without me touching it.

  “Fuck… Cass…” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum without even touching me…”

  “Don’t worry,” I said as my hands went across his broad shoulders and up his arms. “I won’t let that happen.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. His tongue immediately sprang out like a hungry snake sniffing the air for its next meal. He opened his mouth and sucked my tongue inside. I felt his hand between my legs, fingers gliding back and forth over my moist cunt lips. I knew at that moment the massage was pretty much over and the fucking was about to begin. No surprise there….

  My oily hand found his cock and balls. I massaged the oil into his sack, softening it, feeling the cushy little balls inside roll under my fingers. My hand slid up and wrapped around his cock. I could feel his heart beating in my hand. I started sliding my palm up and down, taking the head in my cupped hand and twisting it around. Devin moaned in my mouth.

  “I want you…” he said, putting his hands on my arms and pulling me on top of him. “I want your hot pussy on my cock… now… fuck me… Cass… fuck me now…”

  I climbed onboard, straddling his cock, lowering my sopping pussy onto the purple head, which slid right in thanks to the oil and the juices gushing from my hole. I put my hands on his chest as he put his hands on my hips and forced me down, impaling my pussy with his hard cock hard enough to knock the breath out of me.

  I gasped, moaned, sighed... I could feel his cock everywhere inside me, as if my entire body was stretching and shifting to accommodate his size.

  “Fuck…” I moaned. “Surprise… surprise…”

  “I love… surprises,” he said, his fingers digging into my waist as he forcefully pulled me down and up on his cock. It was like being on a wonderful ride. All I could do was hang on tight and hoped it never would end.

  Devin’s cock seemed to grow larger the more we fucked. I could feel it stretching my pussy, going in deeper, deeper, ramming my cervix, setting my entire body on fire.

  “Fuck… Cass… I’m cumming…” he said, bouncing me up and down like a rag doll. I curled my fingers into his chest and hung on for the ride.

  The orgasm came quickly, out of nowhere. It was quickly followed by another and another as I showered Devin’s cock and balls with nature’s own hot oils. He arched his back and groaned like a wild animal. My belly grew warm as he filled my cunt with this seed, hot and milky, wonderfully fulfilling…

  “Holy fuck….” Devin moaned, tossing his head back as he pumped me full. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…”

  I opened my eyes to watch him cum, his face twisted, his eyes squeezed tight, teeth gritted, thick veins popping out across his shoulders and neck. When it was over, I collapsed on top of him. We were an oily, sweaty, juicy mess. And I loved it!

  “My god… that was… incredible… I said with a sigh, my forehead pressed to his, gazing into his eyes, trying to catch my breath. “You make my Yoni very happy… My Yoni really loves you.”

  “I love you and your Yoni…” he sighed, giving me a kiss between gasps of air.

  I wiggled my nose to his. “Because I plan such great surprises?”

  He smiled. “That, and because you really are the one.”

  EPILOGUE: Devin

  “These numbers are incredible,” I said, holding up th
e report that detailed the company’s profits and losses for the last two quarters. Actually, there were no losses. Only profits. Massive, massive profits from every corner of the operation.

  Reservations at Paradiso were at an all-time high now that word had gotten out that Master Yonas and his highly-trained staff offered Yoni Massage to all comers, no pun intended. The resort was completely booked nearly a year in advance with dozens of women on the waiting list.

  The “Yoni at Home” DVDs were generating millions of dollars within months of launch. Supposedly, women around the globe were buying them so their husbands and lovers could learn a new and valuable skill.

  The certification program where qualified masseuses invested ten-grand to be personally trained and certified by me over the course of a weekend were also booked out months in advance.

  We were planning five new Paradiso resorts across the country (Las Vegas, Chicago, Miami, New York, and Denver), and were franchising the smaller day spa concept in a dozen cities.

  “We’re projecting revenue close to eighty-million dollars by year’s end,” Ben said proudly. He sat across from me at the conference room table and grinned like a man on top of the world, which he very much was. He owned twenty-percent of the company now. He was a multimillionaire many times over. And much of our success was due to his ability to turn every aspect of Yoni into cold, hard cash.

  Ben said, “I have to be honest, Dev, you stepping down and letting us clone you has just blown off the roof off this sucker. If things keep going the way they are we’ll go over a hundred-million dollars in revenue next year.”

  “A hundred-million-dollars?” The sum was almost more than I could comprehend. I whistled as I glanced up at Genevieve’s smiling face on the big screen mounted on the wall. We had finally gotten satellite dishes installed at Paradiso so we could have internet and cell service. This was the first time we had used the fancy, new video teleconferencing system Ben had installed. I looked into the camera that was pointed at me as if I was looking into Genevieve’s eyes.

  I said, “I assume you’re very happy with the way things are going, Madame St. Claire?”

  She smiled and leaned in toward the laptop camera on her side of the world. “I am very happy, Devin. However, I think the greater question is: are you happy?”

  As if on cue, Cassandra came in carrying two cups of coffee. She set one in front of me and one in front of Ben, then came to stand beside me. I put my arm around her waist and rubbed her round belly. I had a son in there, a son that I would see very soon. I looked up to find Genevieve wiping a tear and Ben looking at my pregnant wife with envy in his eyes.

  “He is very happy, Genevieve,” Cassandra said, putting her arm around my neck and pulling me close.

  “Yes,” I said, resting my head on my wife’s growing breast. “We are all very happy.”

  HOT DELETED BONUS KINKY SCENE

  I know it’s probably going to sound silly, but I loved waking up with Devin McMasters next to me in bed every morning. Loved, loved, loved, LOVED IT! It was absolutely my favorite way to start my day, just as going to sleep in his arms was my favorite way to end the night. I never went to work mad or angry after a morning booty call from Devin. Granted, it was hard to tear myself away from him, and some mornings I walked a little funny thanks to our sexual gymnastics, but I would not have traded waking up with Devin for the world.

  I’m sure you would love it, too. It’s so damn cute how he tries not to wake me up as he gently slides his muscular six-foot-two-inch frame in close behind me in our big, comfy king-sized bed. How he wraps his strong arms around me, cupping my bare breast with his hand so my hard nipple just happens to land in the crook of his fingers. Oh, he’s a sly fox, this one.

  I loved the feeling of his bare skin on mine, the thickness of his chest pressing against my back, the warmth of his breath on my neck, his teeth lightly grazing my shoulder. And if you’re with a man like Devin, there is that moment when his ten-inch cock, hard and ready even after a long night of fucking, slides between your legs, following the underside of your ass to find the pink lips of your pussy still moist from the night before.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hoarse with sleep, rolling my head over to face him without opening my eyes. We both had muck-mouth morning breath, but neither of us cared. He pressed his lips to mine as his hand on my breast started moving, rubbing slow circles over my big melon, his fingers squeezing the nipple, tugging it away from my breast until it hurt so good.

  “Hey, that’s attached,” I said, wiggling my ass into him so his cock could slide in between my thighs all the way. I could feel his lazy balls resting against my leg, always a willing passenger with little to do but come along for an early morning ride.

  “I’m just waking you up,” he said, whispering in my ear. “Just consider me your human alarm clock.” He was moving his hips in and out now, sliding his long, straight cock between my legs, my pussy lips molding to the top of his shaft, soaking him with my own personal brand of lube. The thick head of his cock slid over my clit, making me shudder with delight.

  “I love waking up with a cock in my ass,” I said with a smile. I reached around him and dug my fingers into his rock-hard ass and pulled him closer.

  “It’s not in your ass,” he said, his hand moving to my other tit, his cock still sliding back and forth, making little squishy sounds. “At least not yet.”

  “That feels really good,” I said.

  “Wait till you feel this,” he said. He put his hand between my shoulder blades and pushed me forward, so my ass was against his cock, giving him a clear shot of my pussy, and if he wanted it, my ass. I clutched a pillow between my breasts and sighed.

  Devin put his hands on my ass and gently massaged the cheeks for a moment. He put his fingers on my lower back and let his thumbs inch their way up my spine. He was a master masseuse. Sometimes I thought he couldn’t help himself, even when I was hot, wet, and ready to rock and roll, he would rub my back. I glanced over my shoulder and smiled.

  “You gonna fuck me or rub me?”

  “Can’t I do both?” he asked. “Okay, fine!”

  He slid his hand down my back and underneath my ass, the fingers of his right hand slipping between my folds to lube up. I was gushing like bubbling spring already. Granted, it didn’t take much to get me going these days. Lube was never a problem for me, especially since Devin had come into my life. I had never squirted before he performed Yoni Massage on me. Now, I couldn’t stop. It was as if I had a wellspring deep inside me that only he could coax the stream from. Cleaning up my mess after a squirt-fest was a pain, but worth every soaked towel and every drenched sheet.

  Devin’s cock continued sliding between my folds. He teased me with the head. He would pull back enough that the head brushed my hole, then slide forward again to roll the head over my clit. It felt amazing. I buried my face in the pillow and let him have his way.

  “I love your pussy and your ass,” he said, the lubed-up finger drawing little circles around my anus. I had never tried anal before Devin. I had always considered that an exit, not an entrance. We’d only done it a couple of times when we were really drunk. Even then, we had to go slow and easy because of his size, but my natural lube was always available to assist.

  “My pussy and ass love you back,” I said. “So much…”

  I gasped a little when he slid the oily finger into my ass. Just the tip, then another inch, then another. Slowly, gently, he started working the finger in and out. At the same time, he held his cock with his other hand and began swirling the tip around my hole, teasing me, making me moan for him to fuck me, begging for it without saying a word.

  After a moment, I felt his finger and cock pull way. When I glanced over my shoulder he was on his knees on the bed, his long cock jutting out from his curly pubes like the branch of a great tree.

  “What do you expect me to do with that?” I asked, already knowing the answer but making him say it.

  “
Your mouth,” he said. “I want to fuck your mouth.”

  I smiled and rolled over on to my back, then propped two pillows behind my head so my face was leaning forward. Devin straddled my tits so his cock loomed before my eyes, the head brushing my lips. He braced his hands on the head of the bed and moved his hips forward as I opened my mouth to let him inside.

  “Yesss… oh fuck… I love that…” he moaned as I suction my lips around the shaft and let him do all the work. He moved his hips back and forth slowly, being careful not to go inside too far. He didn’t want to gag me and I didn’t want to throw up on him. We had worked it out over time. I knew how to relax my throat and he knew exactly how deeply he could go.

  I closed my eyes and let him fuck my mouth, slow and easy. I reached around behind him and clenched my fingers into his ass cheeks, digging in hard with my nails, making him moan at the pain.

  “Fuck… Cass…. Jeez…”

  His hips started moving faster. I pressed my lips tighter around the shaft and curled my tongue so the head of his cock would slide over it with every stroke. If he kept going he’d shoot his hot load down my throat, which was just fine with me.

  Devin reached back and started rubbing my pussy with his fingertips. I’m sure we were a sight to behold, like some porno, contortionist circus act, him straddling my tits, his cock in my mouth, my hands on his ass, and him reaching back fingering my cunt. Thank goodness, we were tall with long limbs… Short people could never pull this off.