Warrior Training System-Chapter 484: Pinned and Wanting (R-18)

Lucy had completely dropped any restraint. She lay flat on her back, one leg pulled high and stretched near her face, keeping herself wide open. Her hips were lifted, fingers moving between her legs—three of them now—slick and steady as she worked herself harder. She didn’t try to hide anything. Her anuz was fully exposed as she spread herself wide, leaving nothing hidden, already close to climax just from staring at the bulge straining against Cassian’s pants.

It was pathetic. That’s what she told herself. Getting worked up over nothing more than the outline in his clothes. The male version of a camel toe. The thought made her feel a flash of shame.

But the shame only pushed her further.

Cassian noticed. There was something different about her. Other women needed to be pushed, needed their embarrassment forced out of them. Lucy didn’t. She leaned into it. She didn’t flinch from the dirty side of it. If anything, she embraced it.

But just as her frustration started to show—the pleasure rising quickly but not as strong as she wanted—Cassian suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her fingers mid-motion. The interruption caught her off guard, especially since she’d been right on the edge.

"Let go," she said, clearly annoyed. "I’m close..."

Cassian only smirked.

"Relax," he replied calmly. "You’re going to be coming all night."

She looked frustrated, glaring at him as she tried to pull her hand free. When she struggled harder, he caught her other wrist too, holding both easily. Her voice wavered slightly as she demanded, almost on the verge of tears, "What do you want?"

Cassian smirked, clearly enjoying the sight of her squirming beneath him.

"You," he answered simply.

That only made her frown deeper, confusion flashing across her face before turning into anger.

"You want me? fuck you. Let go of me," she snapped. "First you make me finger myself, and now you won’t even let me finish? You’re such an asshole."

She lay beneath him, wrists pinned, chest rising fast with uneven breaths. Her face was flushed deep, strands of hair stuck to her damp skin. Anger and need were mixed in her expression, her lips swollen from biting them too hard.

Though her wrists were pinned, her legs had relaxed. Cassian shifted over her, positioning himself above her and bringing the bulge in his pants close to her face.

"You wanted my dick, right?" he asked.

She still looked angry, but the scent of him so close made her breathing change, the heat returning despite herself. After a second, she gave a small nod.

"Then take it out and have it," he said.

Lucy understood exactly what he meant. His grip on her wrists didn’t loosen, so she leaned forward instead, bringing her mouth close to the tight bulge in his pants. She dragged her tongue slowly over the fabric, tasting him through it, before searching for the zipper with the tip of it. When she found the metal, she caught it between her teeth and pulled it down, tugging hard.

It wasn’t easy. She had to adjust, bite again, pull again—focused, stubborn, almost growling under her breath as she worked it open. The effort alone was filthy enough, her mouth working at him while her hands stayed pinned.

Cassian watched every second of it, the sight of her struggling to free him without the use of her hands only making him harder.

When the zipper finally came down, the real fight started—getting him out. She shoved her face in close, breathing him in. The smell hit her hard. He hadn’t cleaned up after being with Katherine, and that raw, dirty scent clung to him. Instead of pulling back, she cursed under her breath and leaned in deeper, pissed at herself for how much it turned her on.

"Fuck..."

She used her fingers to drag him free, rough and impatient, spit already slicking her lips from the struggle. It took effort. She had to tug harder than she expected, jaw tight, eyes locked in.

When the head finally slipped out, her mouth was already wet. She grinned, frustrated and hungry, and didn’t hesitate—she went straight for it.

Her eyes stayed on him the whole time, shameless, filthy, daring him to look away.

"I took it out. Let me have it now," Lucy said with a wide smile.

Cassian nodded and released her wrists, stepping back just long enough to pull his shirt off. She watched him closely as he undressed, excitement clear in her expression.

Without waiting, she shifted into position, lying back and lifting her legs, holding them open so he could see her clearly. She made no effort to hide herself, letting him take in the full view as she waited for him to come closer.

Her body was a work of art, shaped by time.. The soft folds on her stomach were there, real and unapologetic. Her big breasts were pressed tight by her knees as she pulled her legs back, stretching more than he would’ve thought possible for a woman her age.

She held herself open without shame, eyes locked on his dick with open want written all over her face.

"Give it to me now..." she said.

Cassian almost wanted to tease her again, but he was already hard and done waiting. He leaned over her, pressing her soft body down beneath him.

"I’m going to fuck you senseless," he said low.

He lined himself up with her and pushed forward. The contact alone made her moan, her chest lifting as her eyes rolled back for a second before she tried to steady herself. He moved slowly at first, not stopping when she thought he would, continuing to press in, feeling her tighten and react around him.

He didn’t rush. Cassian kept pressing forward slowly for several seconds. He was too big to just thrust in fast without overwhelming her, and he wanted her to feel it properly—every inch, every shift of her body as she adjusted around him. A quick movement would’ve shocked her, but this slow, steady push made her take him in bit by bit.

He paid attention to the way she tightened, the way her breath caught, the way her hips reacted as he sank deeper until he was fully inside her. Their bodies were pressed close now, skin against skin, nothing between them. The rough brush of her hair against him and the warmth spreading between them only added to the sense of closeness.

When he looked at her face, her eyes were glossy with tears, teeth clenched, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. She looked almost ashamed—because she hadn’t just reacted to him.

She had already climaxed—and not only that. The warmth spreading between their pressed bodies told him she’d completely lost control. The realization pulled a wide smile from Cassian as he slowly began to pull back again.

She moaned, trying to speak, but the sensations were too strong. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly, nails digging in as her body trembled. Her eyes burned from the heat rushing through her, and she could barely form words, too overwhelmed to even describe how sensitive she felt.

"Stop... stop... I’m coming..." she managed urgently, almost sounding afraid.

But before she could steady herself, Cassian thrust back in hard this time, knocking the breath from her chest and forcing a sharp gasp from her lips.