He hums low, then smacks my ass, and the sound that rips from my throat is a broken moan.
“Then climb on top of my face and fuck my tongue, because I’m fuckin’ dying for a taste of you.”
Heat crashes through me, my whole body going tight and trembling.
I blink, lips parting in a stunned, breathless gasp. “Kade—”
He cuts me off with another slap, firmer this time. “Go on, baby. Get up there. Lemme take care of you.”
And before I can second guess, before my trauma or fear or the voices in my head can talk me out of it—I move.
Knees braced on either side of his head, my hands grasp the back of the couch as I hover over his face, heart pounding so loud it drowns out everything else.
Kade looks up at me like I’m his last meal. Like I’m sacred.
His hands grip my thighs and he pulls me down, dragging my soaked core over his mouth. And then—
“Oh my God,” I choke out, head falling back.
His tongue parts me with one long, rough lick and my knees nearly give out.
“Fuck,” he grunts, sucking me between his teeth. “You taste like sin and sugar, and I’m starvin’.”
And when he starts to devour me, slow and messy, like he’s got nowhere else to be, I lose every coherent thought I’ve ever had.
Kade Archer eats me like he worships me.
Like he’s not going to stop until I’ve screamed myself hoarse.
And when I do two minutes in… he keeps going, dragging another orgasm from me.
True to his word—to hisdreams, the man doesn’t stop bringing me over the edge, no matter how long it takes. He eats me like he’s trying to prove a fucking point, I just don’t know what it is, but I sure as hell won’t stop him.
I’m sweating, shaking, on the edge of another, but it’s too much. My fingers claw at everything—tug on his hair, drag across his shoulders, the couch, my own body.
He groans into me, mouth wet and hot and perfect, his beard scraping my thighs in the best way as he sucks my clit into his mouth and bites down, just enough to make me jolt.
Another finger fucks up into me, stretching me in the most deliciously, drugging way possible, making me slowly lose my mind to pleasure.
“Kade, please!” I cry out, slapping the arm of the couch, body twitching from the overstimulation. “Come with me!”
He shakes his head against me, and I feel the rumble of his voice all the way through my spine.
“Next time I come,” he rasps, voice wrecked, “it’ll be deep inside this perfect, needy cunt. Bare.”
I whimper, my thighs shaking on either side of his head, my whole body teetering on the edge again as I clench around him.
“You want that, baby?” he growls, tongue dragging down to circle my fluttering entrance before licking me clean. “Wanna feel my cock fucking into you, raw and warm, filling you up with my cum?”
My eyes roll back. I nod frantically, lips parted, breathing shallowly. The image alone has me spiraling.
“Tell me,” he demands, fingers thrusting up into me, hard and deep, fucking that spot inside me that makes me see stars.
“Yes,” I cry out, shaking my head back and forth, hair sticking to my sweaty face. “It’s too much, Kade. It’s t-too mu-much. I—”
“It’s not too much,” he barks, teeth grazing my clit again. “Just relax, baby. Relax and let go. Squirt all over my face. Gimme this sweet cum.”
I gape down at him, body shaking so hard I can barely make out his features in the bright light of day.
