I slid my hands into his dark hair and clenched, my belly squirming. I liked knowing that. I let one hand move down to his chest, kneading through the thin fabric of his shirt.
He groaned and his mouth moved to my other breast. “Once I’m inside you, I’m staying there. Deep. Nothing will drive me away.”
I moaned, undulating on him. His big hand slapped my ass, and I let out another moan. I wanted his chest bare. I wanted skin. I tugged at his shirt, then slid my hands under it. He yanked it over his head. He had a smattering of dark chest hair, bronze skin, and all those glorious muscles. I dug my nails in and scratched a little.
He made a hungry sound.
His gaze was hooded, his lips parted. I saw it all etched on his face. Desire. Need. Want.
For me.
“Tell me what you want?” I panted.
“Everything, Allie. I want everything.”
I jerked against him, his swollen cock sliding across sensitive tissues. “And I want to give it to you.” A smile curled my lips. “This time, I will follow your orders.”
Delicious tension swirled between us.
“Unzip my pants, Allie.”
God. I was dripping and shaking with need. I fumbled between us and opened his jeans. He watched as I worked the zipper down.
“Fuck, Allie.” His chest heaved.
I shoved his black boxer briefs down and his sizable cock sprang free. I circled his thick girth. He was hot and pulsing.Oh, yes. I stroked him, and his body jerked beneath me. I ran my thumb over the moisture that beaded on the tip.
“More.” His voice was guttural. “Harder.”
I stroked him again, panting.
“You keep looking at my cock like that, I won’t make it much longer.”
Desire felt like a blowtorch inside me. Then his fingers were between my legs. When he stroked my pussy, I cried out his name.
“You’re nice and wet for me.”
I ground against his fingers and met his gaze. “I feel like I’ve been wet for days. Any time I look at you.”
Something savage flared on his face. He slid a hand into the pocket of his jeans and pulled a condom. I watched, chest rising and falling, as he rolled it on. Nerves and need fluttered inside me and I rocked on his thighs.
“So impatient for my cock.”
“I am.”
He yanked me closer, and my hands dug into his shoulders. One of his hands was on my hip, the other reaching between us, guiding his cock between my legs.
I lowered my hips, letting him slide inside me. Our gazes locked, his hand rising to curl loosely around my throat.
Sinking lower, I moaned and arched my back. I felt so full. “God.God.”
“Fucking hell,” he gritted out. “You were made for me.”
“No,” I whispered. “Your cock was made for me.”
His hands came to my hips, pulling me down. I cried out, full of him. Full of Caden.
“Allie…Fuck. This feels different, better than anything I remember.”
