“Fuck, Georgia. Look what you do to me.” He fists himself harder, precum glistening at the tip. I rub tight circles on my clit, my body rocking with need, watching him unravel for me.
“Keep goin’. That’s it, baby. Fuck that pretty pussy till you come. I wanna see it. Wanna hear you cry out for me.”
I whimper, wetness coating my fingers, hips twitching, thighs shaking. Biting my lip hard, I reach up and cup my breast, playing with my nipples while I watch his strokes pick up pace.
The sinful sound of our movements, our heavy breaths, fills the air, and I shiver at how hot it is. I’ve never done the things I’ve done with Kade. Never stepped outside the tiny box I put sex inside of.
With him, everything is new, and sexy, and fun. Maybe that’s why I’m always so ready for him, always wanting more.
But this…
There’s something so utterly erotic about watching your partner masturbate while they watch you.
“You close?” he growls, reaching out to squeeze his balls roughly.
I nod rapidly, throat bobbing. “Are you?”
“Don’t worry about me, darlin’.”
“But…”
“Come, Georgia,” he demands, cutting me off. “Come for me.”
My body bows, and I cry out as the orgasm slams into me so hard and fast, I gasp his name with a loud, accidental shout.
I’ve barely taken a breath before he drops to his knees on the bed and grabs my thighs. “Kade—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, licking a long, slow stripe over me. I twitch hard, oversensitive.
“Gotta stay quiet, baby,” he warns, peering up at me from between my trembling thighs. “Or I’ll stop.”
When I bob my head in agreement, he does something wild and intense with his tongue and I cry out again.
“Cover your mouth, Georgia,” he quietly barks, pausing until I obey. “That’s my girl,” he praises, slipping a finger inside me. “Fuckin’ soaked. Like always. Soaked and filthy and beggin’. Perfect.”
And then he’s eating me like he’s just as starved as I am. His fingers are thick and perfect, his mouth every woman’s dream, and it undoes me faster than should be possible.
On the verge of another orgasm, I drop my hand and arch my back, scrambling for his hair, his shoulders, anything. “Kade! Please, ple—”
He pulls away.
“No,” I gasp, eyes snapping open, head shaking in outrage. “No, no, I’m so—”
“I told you,” he grunts, glaring up at me. “Told you I’d stop if you couldn’t behave.”
“I hate you,” I hiss, smacking the bed in frustration.
He just laughs darkly and climbs from the bed, leaving me spread open, dripping and empty. When he returns a second later, there’s something balled up in his hands but it’s not until he’s squeezing my jaw and dangling the scrap of lace that I understand his intentions.
“Open up, baby.”
Eyes narrowed, pussy too angry and keyed up to care, I do what he says, sticking out my tongue.
He groans, stuffing the panties between my lips.
“Can’t have you wakin’ Aurora while you’re screamin’ for the man you claim to hate to fuck you harder.” He kisses my nose. “Be a good girl and bite down for me, baby.”
I do.
