As the orgasm overtook her brain, Cassie’s entire world exploded with it. White dots appeared before her eyes && the smile that spread across her lips was wild with ecstasy. It was as if she had never been happier than in this moment with him. As he slammed into her against some strangers wall. But then, in the blink of an eye her back wasn’t on the wall anymore. No. She was flying through the air until she landed with a loud thud against some flimsy table set out for the party in question. The wind was knocked out of her due to the surprise of his movement && she could only stare up at him in shock. Did he really just … ? Yes. It appeared so.
The collective crowd gasped along with her in that moment && to all of those that weren’t watching before, they now suddenly had front row tickets. Her legs were hitched up in just the perfect way && that last inch of his dick slid into her cunt without any trouble at all. The feeling of him now completely inside of her had the blonde crying out happily. She didn’t care that people were watching. Or that they were pulling out their phones in order to snap a picture or record the action to watch later. Hell, they could intend on sharing it with friends && she wouldn’t give a shit. All that mattered was that he was fucking her && he had told her he loved her again. That’s all she wanted to focus on. There was nothing else.
“Mm baby…” Stated with a smile as he leans down to kiss her once more, Cassie raises her hands && cups either side of his neck. To her, they might as well have been making love. Not fucking like a couple of animals in front of stranger co-eds. The way his hands began to grope at her chest had her back arching into his touch. She wanted him to rip the shirt off of her, but this would do in a pinch. It all felt amazing - if only he was the one giving it to her. She smiled && moaned for him just like she knew he liked && as she began to feel him twitch inside of her, she nodded quickly.
“That’s right baby. Cum for me. I know you wanna fill me up. Give it all to me.” This is what Cassie loved the most. Being marked - claimed - by him for everyone to know who she belonged to. There would be no question now, as several of the boys scattered around the room began to cheer and clap. Surely they couldn’t wait to see the cum start to leak out of her.
Almost like cosmic karma or dramatic irony, Harry moaned out as the music dimmed, flowing into the next song. Hearing her praise him made him feel marked—socially tied to her and forever the guy who fucked his lover in front of strangers. After filling her, he rocked his hips slowly, letting his animal instincts kick in and keep his seed inside her. “I love you.” He whispered, truth coating his words beautifully. His eyes couldn’t leave hers.
After orgasm, most guys felt clarity. Perhaps that was what this was. Harry felt the need to hold her and love her—just like he did when they were dating. Maybe it was a weaker state, due to the intense music and obvious onlookers. His mind was fried and he finally pulled out of her. Quickly, his hand reached to tug down her skirt as he set her back onto her feet. He was halfway between ashamed and possessive; she was his to look at, after all.
“Is this what you wanted, Cassie?” He asked, his words as upset as they were lustful. “I fucking hate you.” But he kissed her nonetheless. After his kiss, he finally tugged his pants back on, covering up his dick. Without another word, he grabs her hand—fingers laced—and pulls her out of the party.