“And if I don’t?” I rasp, holding onto the chaotic swirl of emotions battering around inside me. The fear, the want, the desire, thelove. “What if I don’t say it?”
His eyes gleam, thick lips lifting in a cocky smirk. “I’ll leave you aching and dripping and pissed off.”
I scoff, dropping my weight directly on his cock. His smile slips a fraction, fingers digging into my hip so hard, I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
But unlike Clint’s depraved, disgusting touch—I want all Kade’s marks.
“I could just go home and get myself off without you. Leaveyouhard and aching and alone.” I drop my voice to a low, seductive purr, just to mess with him. “Or you can let me go, and I can ride your big cock just like this, until we both come and make messes of each other. What do you say, sunshine?”
Kade glares at me for a long, painful moment, then releases my hands with a defeated sigh and a shake of his head. “Knew it.”
“Knew what?” I ask, hands snapping to his shoulders to anchor myself as my hips pick up pace, my orgasm so damn close, I can taste it.
His head tips back on the couch, hooded eyes meeting mine, an addictively genuine expression painted across his handsome face. “You’re impossible for me to deny, Georgia Walker. Pretty sure I’d give you anything you want, and I’m in too fuckin’ deep to care.”
My heart skips a beat, then another.
I swallow hard and drop my mouth to hover over his, body shaking so hard, the room spins. “You know what I want?”
His big hands squeeze my thighs, calluses dragging across my skin. “Whatever it is, it’s yours.”
Fuck, a statement like that is dangerous. So dangerous.
“I want you to make me come,” I whisper against his lips. “And then I want you to do it again and again, until I’m sated and exhausted.” My teeth latch onto his lower lip, eyes meeting his as I murmur, “Isn’t that what youdreamabout?”
Kadesnaps.
He bucks up into me, dragging me down to meet his thrusts. His mouth devours mine, tongue claiming, lips bruising. We kiss and dry-fuck like we’re starving, like this is the only way we’ll survive. Like it’s the last time we’ll ever touch.
His hands grip my ass, guiding me as I grind harder, faster.
The pressure builds fast—too fast.My breath comes in pants and every muscle in my body locks up.
“Kade!” I cry out as my orgasm slams into me, stealing my breath. “Oh, fuck!”
“Another,” he growls, dragging me, practically fucking me through his sweats, controlling my hazy, bliss-filled body like I weigh nothing.
My head shakes, heart hammering, bleary gaze meeting his intense expression. “I c-can’t.”
He sucks my nipple into his mouth and bites down gently as he slows the aching roll between us. I tremble in his grip, fingernails digging into his skin, pussy clenching around nothing like it’s just as desperate for this man as I am.
“You can,” he murmurs, switching to my other nipple as the cool breeze catches on the wet spot left from his mouth. I shiver again. “You can, baby. Another. Exhausted and cum drunk. That’s what I want.”
And like his words and body alone command mine, I come again, burying my moan and teeth into his throat. This time, it’s a slow, delicious roll through my system, but just as intense, just as perfect.
When I finally come down, I sit back on my thighs and look between us. His cock is digging into his sweats, pointing toward the band at the waist where a big wet spot is seeping through the material.
My heart skips a beat, lips lifting in a smug, excited grin.
Men coming in their pants is the hottest thing I’ve ever read about but never been lucky enough to experience firsthand.
“You came?” I ask, breathless, ghosting my thumb across the wet patch.
He bucks under me, grunting like he’s in pain and I drop my hand, eyes snapping up.
Kade chuckles, shaking his head. “Nah, baby. That’s all you.”
I swallow hard, shifting on his lap, suddenly becoming aware of how soaked I am. He drags a hand under the shirt, his fingers sliding between my legs, and he freezes, breath catching.
