Chapter Thirty-Seven
Cade
Sam runs over to the sofa, curls up with his head on the armrest, and stares at us. Dude, whatever. If you want to watch–watch. I’ve never had pets, so this is uncharted territory here, but she’s not going to get rid of the damn thing so we can have sex without an audience.
I twist the lock on the door with a snap. “When are you going to move in with me?”
“I’m moving in with you?” She tugs on the base of my T-shirt and yanks it out of my jeans.
“Yes, you’re moving in with me. This place is horrible. I’m not sure I’ll be able to focus on you without worrying about some meth-head breaking in on us and stealing your wiring.”
“That would be bad.” She grabs my belt buckle.
I place my hands on hers. “When?”
“What if I don’t like your place?”
I arch an eyebrow. “You’ll like my place. I’m in it.”
“You’ve got a good point.” She pauses. “If you’re serious, I would love to live with you.” A grin curves up to her cheeks. “It’ll drive my dad nuts.”
“Good. He deserves a little punishment.”
She bites her bottom lip. “Do I?”
“Absolutely.” I smack her bottom. “This weekend, you’re moving in.” I drop my hand to my side.
“Yes, Sir.” She finishes unlacing the belt buckle, and I shake my head. She’s not going to always be this complacent. I can see times in our future when she refuses to listen and does her own thing. Somehow, I’ve got to find a way to be good with that. I’m not going to do anything to lose her.
When her hand brushes over my cock, I hiss. I want every barrier between us gone. “Undo my pants.”
Her fingers make fast work of my command. Once the zipper is open, she grasps my dick and fists it up and down. “Do you want my hand or my mouth?”
“Both. On your knees and suck me deep into your throat.”
Her eyes glisten with desire as she lowers to her knees before me. She licks her lips and bites her plump bottom lip. “Tell me how you like it, Sir.” Her tongue flicks over the seam at the tip of my cock, and my entire body jerks.
The woman at my feet holds all the control in this relationship. She’s perfect, beautiful, skilled, and my kind of submissive. I don’t want a weak woman who bows to my every command. I need a woman who knows she owns me and loves to play the game.
All these years, I was looking for the wrong thing, and every woman I met pales in comparison to her. She engulfs my cock, dragging me farther into the rabbit hole. I fist her hair, and she moans over my flesh. The sensation rocks me to the core. “Just like that, baby.”
She wraps her hand around my girth and repeatedly works over my shaft as her mouth bobs up and down over my throbbing member. My balls ache with tension as I fight, coming too soon. The sound of her sucking and licking my flesh makes my thighs tighten, and my breath comes out in ragged pants. I grasp fistfuls of her hair. “Stop.”
She pulls back, and spit slides down her chin as she stares up in total adoration, swirled with lust. This is what I want. Pure passion. “I’m going to fuck your mouth.”
“Yes, Sir.” She grabs my hips and dips her nails into my skin. Fuck. Just when I think I can’t get any harder.
Her mouth encircles me, and I lunge my hips forward, pressing deep into her throat. She gags, and moisture fills her eyes. Not so deep. I pull back, and she angles her head back to give me better access. “Babe, if I hurt you or go too far, pinch me or say your safe word.”
She smiles around my dick and winks. God, I’m falling farther in love with her. If I weren’t already planning to buy her a ring and beg her to marry me, this would seal the deal. I love her sassiness. Her willingness to explore and try new sexual positions. Her openness to please me. She wiggles her ass and arches forward to suck me deeper.
Focus.I grasp her head and fuck her mouth. She moans and whimpers at my movements but makes no move to stop the assault. Heat floods my body as my muscles tense. I want the pleasure to last, but I also need to please her.
Control is not about me getting off. It’s about her. I want to take her to the edge and watch her writhe and beg for release, and then I want to start again. The longer she’s denied her release, the more intense the orgasm. I want her to forget every man she’s been with and to never look at another man. I’m it for her, and she’s it for me. We belong together, locked in this world of love and lust.
Unfortunately, at some point, we must leave here and face the real world. Deal with work and what a relationship means for us. Thank God she thinks I’m good enough for her, and I’ll never tell her differently. Anyone else interferes, and I’ll tell them to fuck off because she’s mine.
My jaw tightens, and I shudder. Just a little more. Hold on a second longer. I hold my breath and deny the release my body craves–the skin on my back burns from exertion. Wait. Stop. I dig my nails into her scalp and suck down a gulp of air. “Fu-u-u-uck.”
My balls tingle with anticipation. She scrapes her nails over my pelvis and along with my scrotum. Lights flash behind my eyes, and I crash into the most epic orgasm. Each twitch of my shaft shoots cum into her mouth. My arms quiver as I relish the ecstasy of being with her.
She leans back and licks her lips. “You make me so hot. I burn for your touch.” She’s more than I ever dreamed of. Better than I could have ever imagined.
***
Lola
As I stretch, my foot hits something heavy. What is that? I raise up and look at the foot of the bed. Sam. It’s going to take a bit to get used to having a dog in my bed.
“What’re you doing?” Cade’s voice is muffled against the pillow.
“I felt something on my foot. It was Sam.”
One of his eyes pops open. “If you felt something on your thigh, I know what that is. But it doesn’t go all the way to your foot.”
I giggle and his arm encircles me, pulling me against his chest. “You’re impressive enough.”
“Good.” His mouth claims mine, and I wiggle against this hardening cock.
You’d think after four orgasms, I’d be good for the day, but I’m not. He’s an aphrodisiac, and I want all the sex I can get.
His hands caress down my back until he grabs my ass. He cups my cheeks and grinds his dick into my belly. The sensation leaves my body humming and ready for more.
A loud thump signals Sam leaving the bed. If I had to guess, he’s curling up in front of the door with his head on his paws. It’s a mixture of cute and creepy. It’s adorable that he monitors the only door to the room, but it’s a little off-putting that he’s watching.
His fingers inch closer to my core until I’m vibrating with need. “We’ve got to get ready for work.”
“Yeah.” I nod. His fingertips brush between my lips, testing my slit for dampness. As always, I’m swollen and slick for him. Work. My eyes snap open. “What time is it?”
“It’s time for me to feast on your hot, wet pussy.” He flips me onto my back, crawls down my body, and has his mouth and tongue devouring me before I can blink.
“Oh, God, yes,” I moan and drop my knees to the mattress, giving him full access to my pussy. With each stroke of his tongue into my sex, my thighs shake in desperation–the fight between enjoying his attention and racing to climax wars within me.
He leans to one side and runs his fingers between my lips, teasing mercilessly at the edge–never going where I need his attention.
I groan and grasp his head, thrusting my pelvis into his face. His tongue swipes delicately over my flesh. Each tiny swipe is torture, and no matter what I do, he doesn’t increase his pressure. I close my eyes and relinquish control. After inhaling, I relax all my muscles and ride the pleasure of his movements.
“That’s it, baby. Enjoy it.” He slowly slips two fingers into my core and twirls his tongue around and over my tight nub.
I gasp and fight to stay relaxed. My eyeballs flutter behind my eyelids as my breath comes in ragged pants–the sound of his lapping increases.
When he twists his fingers and strikes my G spot, the room splinters into a million brilliant colors. “Oh, fuck. Fuck. Oh, God, yes.” The orgasm rolls through me, crashing and taking me higher.
I love it. I love him. God, I love everything. After I lean up, I grin. “I want to ride you.”
His eyes glow with lust. “Be my guest.”
He rolls onto his back, and I climb over him, resting my knees on either side of his body. As he grasps his cock, I slide his hard shaft inside my slick pussy–each inch of his erection fills my still-quivering hole. I sit high above him and rotate my hips in a circle.
“Your pussy is so tight,” he growls and grabs my hips. “But I can’t hold out any longer.”
I convulse. “Fuck me hard.” I lean back until I can grab his thighs. From this angle, every lash of his dick puts pressure on my G spot. I’m an orgasm whore. The more I have, the more I want. I would love to think I’ll care more about his needs, but let’s not be stupid. I need him to destroy me with pleasure. Isn’t that what all women want?
He digs his nails into my hips and fucks me with all the power and precision he has. Each slap of his thighs against my ass sends shockwaves through my body. I love how he makes me feel wild and out of control.
With each lash of my sex, my body tingles and tightens as my release nears. He rotates his hips, and I gasp. “God, yes. Right there. Don’t stop.”
I strain my hips forward to get all the pressure where I need it until I fly headfirst into bliss. “Yes. Don’t stop. Keep fucking me. Harder.”
“You’re going to fucking kill me.” His dick pounds into me, and I laugh as wave after wave of convulsions rob me of my sanity until he stiffens and comes deep inside me.
“Holy fuck.” I collapse on his chest.
His breathing is ragged as my head raises and lowers with each gasp of air. “Fuck, doll. I’m dead.”
“You sound like you’re alive.”
“Not if you keep tempting me with your sweet ass. Truman’s going to fire me, and I’ll have to be a kept man.”
“We can’t have that.” I never thought I could be this happy.
He grabs my face and ravishes my mouth until we’re both breathless again. “Don’t even think about it.”
“What?” I stare at him in mock question and wiggle my ass.
“Don’t,” he groans, rolls me over, and pins me beneath him. “We’ve got to get to work.”
“Fine.” I pop out my lower lip in a mock pout.
“God, you’re a wench.” He drags me up and to the edge of the bed. “I love you, but you’ve got to give me fifteen minutes to recoup.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Perfect. We have an hour before we need to be at work.” I hop off the bed. “Join me in the shower. We can save water.” I sway my hips from side to side as I walk to the bathroom door. When I reach the threshold, I peek over my shoulder. He’s studying me with a mixture of love and lust as he strokes his swelling cock. “You’re the devil.”
I wiggle my index finger at him. “Come here, big boy, and sin. I promise I’ll make it feel like heaven.” As he stalks across the room, his dick sways with each movement. Fuck, I’m going to love this ride.