6. Cade
Stepping into her apartment feels different this time. I mean, I’ve been here before, two, maybe three, other times. But those times were different; I was here to mount her TV and build furniture or pick her up to grab lunch. I’ve never been here with the intent of fucking her, but tonight, I plan to leave her thoroughly fucked.
“Want something to drink? Bourbon? Water? I think I have some soda, too.” Gwen says, rambling a bit, which tells me she’s nervous. It’s adorable how timid she’s acting—the girl on the dance floor was far from timid, and that’s the girl I’m going to pull from her tonight.
She’s finally getting exactly what she’s been asking for.
Me.
“Bourbon, please,” I say as I make my way to her living room and sit down on her couch.
From this spot, I have the perfect view of her in the kitchen, where she’s grabbing glasses and pouring a heavy amount into each. She’s fucking sexy—the way she keeps looking back to check on me, her eyes dark, hungry, but still a bit nervous. By the time she walks over to me, she’s turned on some music, the only illumination coming from the fairy lights she has hanging throughout her living room and the window behind me. The dim lighting makes her apartment that much more inviting.
“C’mere.” I gesture for her to sit down.
She looks at me for a moment before setting the bourbon on the coffee table and moving to sit next to me on the couch, but that won’t do. Gripping her waist with one hand, I pull her on top of me, putting her right where I want her—my lap. She grips my shoulders for support and looks down at me, teasing her bottom lip between her teeth, making me want to bite it. I want to make her scream for me, through both the pleasure and the pain, because she strikes me as the kind of girl who needs both to get off.
But tonight, we’ll know for sure if her dirty and depraved fantasies align with my own.
“Where do you think you’re going,” I growl, my voice raspy with desire, my cock hard as she grinds against me. It’s barely noticeable, but, fuck, I’m acutely aware of everything between us. I slip my fingers into her waistband, moving slowly until I get to the button of her jeans, flicking it open with my thumb. Her eyes watch me, but she’s not moving—hell, she’s not even breathing as my fingers slowly slide her zipper down, revealing black lace against pale skin. Fuck, she’s a wet dream come true. My own personal fantasy brought to life. Fuck.
“Is this what you want, Tink?” I ask as my fingers start to play with the lace of her thong, every once in a while swiping beneath the fabric, just enough to drive her wild. “Want me to finger fuck you until you fall apart? Until you come all over my hand, screaming so loud your neighbors call the cops?”
Gwen nods frantically, biting her lip as she stares down at me, eyes wide, as my fingers brush against her clit. “Yes,” she rasps, her hips slowly moving forward. She grips my shoulders as she starts to grind her clit against my dick.
Fuuuuuck.
I slide my fingers in further, all the way past the lace, until I’m circling her entrance, my thumb pressing down against her clit.
“I want you, Cade.”
“What do you want, Tink? I want to know exactly what you want from me.”
“I want you to fuck me. I want your fingers, your tongue, your cock until I can’t even remember my own name. I want you to test my limits—be rough, take control of my body as you take what you need.”
She moans as I slide my fingers in deeper, arching them forward until I press on the spot deep inside that has her squirming against me. Her pussy tightens around my fingers as I begin thrusting them in and out while my thumb rubs small circles against her clit—her moans getting louder and louder.
“You want me to fuck you, Tink? Is that what you want? You want my cock buried so deep inside this cunt you won’t even remember any other cock that has been inside of you?” I ask, my free hand gripping her throat, this time with more pressure.
This time, I’m holding her in place, showing her who’s in control.
This time, I’m showing her I”m capable of controlling her, just like she desires.
“Yes,” she whimpers as I press harder, my circles still slow as I pull her toward the edge. Her body molds to my touch like she craves it. She leans into me, wanting as much of our bodies touching as possible.
“Then be a good girl and come for me—I want my hand soaked with your cum. Only then will you get my cock,” I growl against her ear, tightening my grip against her neck, immediately noticing the way her eyes light up, growing wild with lust. The moment I press down on her clit while angling my fingers even further toward myself so I hit perfectly against the spot, she detonates.
“Yes, Cade,” she moans.
The second she says it, it’s the green light I need, and all blood immediately rushes to my cock. It’s all I need to hear to throw caution to the wind. With my hand on her throat, I pull her into me, slamming her lips against mine, swallowing her moans as she falls apart. Her orgasm hits her hard and fast, coating my fingers in a rush as her body starts shaking.
“Such a good fucking girl for me,” I murmur against her lips, letting her ride out the high. I pull back for just a moment to look at her—her cheeks are flush, her makeup smudged, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look so perfect. “God damn, Tink. You look so pretty like this.”
She lets out a cute whine as I nip her lip, demanding access, before immediately opening to let me in. Our tongues tangle and teeth gnash as we both take what we need. I can’t tell you how long we sit here, her body pliant in my lap, spent from her orgasm. Our mouths explore as I grind her against me until her body stills. She moans in my mouth, her hand sliding into my hair, and I nearly come like a fourteen-year-old boy at the sweet sound. Her hands tug, pulling my hair, as I keep fucking her mouth with my tongue, wishing it was her pussy.
Begrudgingly, I remove my hand, gripping her shirt with both hands, breaking our kiss just long enough to pull it off, leaving her in just a black lace bra that matches her panties.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy like this,” I tell her, my mouth pressing kisses down her neck as I grip her breasts through her bra, my thumb and finger finding her nipple and pinching firmly until she’s squirming above me. “These tits, fuuuuck. I need to see them, all of them. I’ve dreamed about these fucking tits, your low-cut shirts always teasing me, just asking me to play with them. I knew they would be my ruin,” I growl, her eyes widening at my declaration. Unclasping her bra with one hand, I toss it to the ground, staring at her perfect body before me.
I grip them both, tweaking her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and finger as she whimpers, her hips starting to move. I replace my fingers with my mouth, her hands gripping my hair as she holds me in place. I suck and bite her nipples, marking her breasts with my teeth, leaving hickeys to remind her exactly who she belongs to.
A physical reminder of who made her body feel like this.
I’ve never been like this before. Never wanted to leave my mark on a woman. But with Gwen, I want her to remember this. I want her to remember it was me who made her feel like this. Because I’m pretty sure after tonight, she’s going to leave a mark on my heart.
Her hands grip me closer as she squirms in my lap, my teeth continuing to tease her flesh until her head falls back in pleasure.
“These tits are perfect,” I growl.
Before I can move, her hands are on me. She grips the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, forcing my hat off in the process. She immediately puts it back on with a smirk. Her hands are back on my body without another word, her pupils blown from lust.
“Fuck, Cade,” she moans as I slip my hand back into her panties, only this time I slide two fingers through her wetness, coating my fingers in her arousal. Pulling them out, I bring them to my mouth, relishing in the way her eyes widen as I slide my fingers in my mouth, tasting every last drop of her.
“Sweet, just like I knew you’d be,” I whisper before bringing my fingers back, pushing in further this time, slowly building up a rhythm. “You’re strangling my fingers there, Tink. It’s going to be a tight fit when it’s my cock. Are you sure?”
“Yes, I want to feel it. I want to feel you,” Gwen whimpers as I pick up the pace, my thumb pressing against her clit as I work her closer and closer to orgasm. I lean back, one arm resting on her couch while my other stays firmly inside her, slowly moving, stretching her. She may think she wants to feel it stretch her, but that’s before she’s seen it.
“What’re you doing?” she asks, looking down at me as her hips start grinding against my hand.
“You want to feel it? You want me to stretch you wide as I fuck you for the first time?”
“Yes,” she moans, her hips grinding harder.
“Then take me out, Tink. Touch me, see me first, then decide. I’ll fuck you however you want me to, give you exactly what you need. That much, I promise. But let’s make informed decisions first.” I smirk. “Now, use your hands and pull me out.”
She looks down at me for a second, her hands resting on my chest as she looks down at my cock with curiosity. With added pressure on her clit, I start working my fingers inside her faster and faster, her face beginning to flush again, another orgasm getting closer and closer.
Perfect. I want to give her at least one more before I fuck her. If she wants to feel it, if she wants my cock to do the work, who am I to take that from her? My cock is already weeping at the thought of being inside this tight, wet cunt.
“Fuck, Cade, I’m so close,” she moans as her hands slide down to my belt, opening it with impressive precision before starting on my pants. It doesn’t take long until her hand is sliding inside and gripping my cock, pulling it out.
My cock twitches the moment I feel her touching me, my body immediately wanting to take control, but I force myself to leave the choices up to her. For now.
The moment her hand wraps around my cock, I watch as her eyes widen, her fingers unable to meet as they hold me, her surprise evident. Her eyes flash with a tiny moment of uncertainty before she smirks.
“I mean, I guess it’s big,” she says through a moan as my thumb presses harder, my fingers moving faster. She crashes over the edge, her orgasm pulling her under, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You guess?” I grunt. “I’ll show you big.” Standing up, I lift her with me, my hands grabbing her ass to hold her in place as my cock rests between us. Her arms wrap around my neck as she holds herself up.
Without another word, I walk us into her bedroom, throwing her down on the bed before stepping out of my jeans, leaving myself fully naked.
“Strip,” I tell her, nodding toward her pants that are still on.
Quickly, Gwen lifts her hips, taking everything off in a quick move. Standing there looking down at her, it’s hard to believe she’s here—with me. Gripping my cock, I just stare at her. She’s fucking perfect, sexy as hell, and an even better person. She’s the whole fucking package, and she’s here with me—a broken-down package, taped up in a million places just to hold me together. And right now, she’s looking at me like I’m the best thing she’s ever seen.
“Cade?” she whispers, her voice raspy, the sound so erotic.
“Yes, Tink?” I reply as I slowly start to stroke myself.
“Are you just going to stare at me, or are you actually going to fuck me?” she teases.
“Open your legs,” I growl, her eyes now watching me touch myself as she quickly drops her knees to the sides, following my instructions perfectly. From here, I can see her beautiful cunt is already dripping wet, just begging for me to fill it. “You’re perfect. This cunt is perfect,” I tell her as I slide two fingers inside her with ease.
“You’re so wet. Is this all for me?”
She nods through a moan as I angle again, hitting her g-spot in the way I already know drives her crazy. Ripping open the condom I grabbed, I roll it over my length while Gwen sits up on her elbows. She’s watching me with the same eagerness I feel, the type you only feel when you’ve wanted something for so long, and you’re finally getting it.
I’ve wanted her for a long time. I’ve spent years lying to myself, but, deep down, I’ve always known. So, to give ourselves this, even just this once, fuck… it feels like everything right now.
Crawling onto her bed, I position myself above her.
“You’re sure about this?”
“Cade, either fuck me or take me back to the bar so I can see if one of those guys will fuck me instead, but stop treating me like I’m fragile,” Gwen spits back.
Her words spur me on, kicking everything into high gear, and without another thought, I line myself up and slide in.
All.
The.
Way.
“Cade!” she screams, her nails digging into my shoulders as I push forward, giving her no time to adjust as I stretch her until I”m fully seated inside her. Her body pulses around me, constricting until I feel like she’s strangling my dick.
“You okay?” I ask with a wink as she holds me still. “Regretting your decision not to let me give you a few more orgasms first?”
“If you manage to give me one more, I’ll get you a trophy. Anything more than two in a night is just impossible,” Gwen says, her eyes rolling back as I roll her nipple between my teeth and slide my cock out before thrusting in, slowly and deeply. I start an unhurried rhythm, making sure to slide in deep each time.
“Just one more? You could have at least made it a challenge,” I murmur, licking my way up to her collarbone. With my free hand, I grip her throat, holding her still, keeping her attention on me. “Now, stop talking and let me fuck you, or I’ll shove my cock down your throat instead.”
Her eyes widen as I lean down, taking her mouth in a bruising kiss while her hands grip my ass, holding me close as I piston my hips harder, deeper. Sitting back on my knees, I lift her hips up with my free hand, angling her just right to have her seeing stars within the minute.
Bet.
Our tongues tangle, our bodies turning into a sweaty, hot mess. Never in my wildest dreams did I think she’d actually want to be here with me, and now that she is, I don’t want it to end.
“Cade… I’m?—”
“You’re what?” I tease, her eyes flutter as I pinch her clit, the sensation sending her over the edge without warning.
Her entire body shakes, her hands gripping my shoulder, my hair—anything she can find—as she screams my name until finally, her arms relax down on the bed. I pause, her pussy still constricting, the tiny fluttering nearly sparking my own release. The tingling slowly begins down at the base of my spine, just dying to be released.
Not yet. Not until she’s coming with me.
Sliding out, I quickly thrust back in, earning me a surprised look from Gwen.
“You’re not done?” she squeaks, her eyes wide with confusion.
I chuckle. “No, Tink, I had to secure my trophy first. You know me, I like to win. Now we’ll come together. Just be a good girl and scream my name again when you come all over my cock—that’s the sound I want to hear while I’m filling you with my cum.”