Like Mother, Like Daughter (Part 2)

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I went to sleep with that thought only to wake during the night with a rather dry throat. Pulling away from Kate, I leave for the kitchen. I pulled a glass from the cupboard and poured myself some water from the tap.

'Can't sleep?' Cassies voice surprised me.

The glass almost slipped from my hands as I spun to face her, looking a little startled.

'Sorry, I didn't mean to make you jump.' She smiles as she leans against the doorway.

'What are you doing down here?'

'In my own home?' She teases, stepping into the room, as she sways her hips towards me.

'I...'

'I couldn't get to sleep after what we did.' She says, cutting me off.

'Oh?'

'I tried to touch myself, imagining you inside me, but it just wasn't the same.'

She only stops when she's standing right in front of me, moving her hand to my shoulder. My eyes ran down the front of her body, noticing the way her nipple pebbled under her silky, cream night slip.

'I want you to do it again.'

Her hand slides down my arm where she catches my wrist, before she guides it to the bottom of her nightie and up between her thighs. She doesn't stop until my hand is pressed against the outside of her panties, feeling the moisture there.

'Feel how wet I am?'

I nod my head, biting my bottom lip.

'That's all for you.' She adds.

It was the last thread to my sanity as I lunged for her, forcing her against the kitchen counter. My lips were on hers as I pulled her panties to the side, thrusting my fingers deep inside her.

'Oh fuck. You're such a good boy, Dean.' She praises me as her head tips back, enjoying my fingers stroking her from the inside.

'God you're perfect.' I mumble into her lips, tilting her back until she laid across the counter top with her legs spread wide for me.

I kiss my way down her neck, down her chest and then her stomach, before reaching her sweet, little cunt.

She sucks in a sharp breath as I place her clit between my teeth, teasing her. Her hand finds the back of my head as she presses me further into her as she grinds into my face.

With one hand still inside her and my mouth wrapped around her sensitive spot I push my free hand into my jogging bottoms. I grasp my hard cock in my hand, pumping it up and down, making myself moan into her wet pussy.

There's no warning as she cums for me, releasing her arousal so it coats my tongue.

'Flip over.' I order, pulling away from her just enough to give her room to manoeuvre.

She hops down from the counter, spinning around before I bend over, pressing back down to the cold surface.

'Open your legs for me, you little slut.'

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