Chapter 21
Kade
She whimpered, soft and breathy, the sound catching in her throat like she wasn’t sure whether it was pleasure or overload. Maybe both. She was tight—too tight.
“Breathe for me,” I coaxed, keeping the pressure steady but gentle. “You’re doing so fucking good, sweetheart.”
Her body trembled, thighs twitching as her slick coated my fingers. I watched her hole flutter, trying to accommodate me, fighting and yielding all at once. God, she was gorgeous like this—on the edge, trusting me, mine.
“That’s it,” I whispered, my voice raw as I slowly pushed the second finger past the tight ring of muscle. Her gasp made my cock pulse, thick and ready, but I held the line. Tonight was hers.
Her hips rolled, unconsciously trying to grind against my palm. I pressed my hand flat over her lower back to still her. “Not yet,” I said, curling my fingers just enough to make her moan. “You take what I give you. Nothing more.”
She nodded, forehead pressed to the pillow, body softening around me with every stroke of her clit.
“There she is,” I breathed, proud and absolutely wrecked. “Taking me so good. You feel that, sweetheart? That stretch? That’s mine. Every part of you, even this—especially this.”
She choked on a moan and clenched hard, but this time it wasn’t resistance—it was need.
“Almost there,” I murmured again, dragging my fingers back just enough before pushing in once more. “Now be a good girl and take what I give you.”
I watched her pretty hole strain as I began to pump my fingers in and out of her asshole. She cried and clawed the sheets, but she bucked her hips until she was fucking my fingers.
Exquisite.
I let her take what she needed before I gripped her hips and scissored my fingers inside her.
“You feel that stretch, baby?” I murmured, still working my fingers in a slow, relentless rhythm.
She whimpered, panting hard into the sheets, her hips twitching back for more.
“That’s it. Keep breathing. You’re doing so good for me.”
I pulled back, stroked her clit just once, and let her squirm. “Ready to take all of me now?”
Her gasp was barely a sound, but her body gave the answer—arching, open, begging.
I slid my fingers out of her, gripped her hip and shoulder, and rolled her onto her back.
Her chest heaved with every breath, eyes locked on the bulge in my boxers.
“It’s all yours, baby,” I said, dropping them to the floor before reaching for the lube.
She inched up the bed—not to escape me, but to spread herself wider, presenting that perfect ass and those lace-topped stockings like a goddamn invitation to sin.
I gripped myself hard, teeth clenched, because one more second staring at her like that and I was going to embarrass myself.
So I did the only thing that would pull me back from the brink.
I thought of Grammy. The look she gave me when I was ten and tried to skip Sunday service.
I cringed.
But it worked.
Barely.
I stepped between her thighs, staring down at her—laid out like a goddamn offering, lace-trimmed stockings framing the prettiest cunt I’d ever seen. Her eyes locked on mine, and she reached for me, but I caught her hand and pressed it gently to her belly.
“Leave it there,” I murmured. “I want you to feel every inch I give you.”
She sucked in a breath, nodding, lips parted in anticipation. I gripped myself, guided the tip to her opening, and dragged it through her slick heat—once, twice—just to watch her writhe.
“Kade—”
Her voice cracked on the plea, and that did it. I leaned forward, cock in hand, lined myself up—slow, careful—and eased in.
“Breathe,” I reminded her, kissing her cheek, then her jaw. “Nice and slow…”
The pressure was unreal. Tight heat clenched around me as I worked the tip past that first barrier. She whimpered—more overwhelmed than hurt—and I paused to let her catch her breath.
My hand never left her belly. She gripped my forearm with both hands now, eyes clenched shut.
“You’re doing so good,” I murmured, voice raw. “Look at me.”
She opened her eyes. My heart damn near cracked in two.
“Mine,” I whispered, as I sank deeper, inch by inch, watching her body adjust to me. “In every way.”
When I was fully seated inside her, I stilled—barely breathing—just to let her feel it—all of me.
Her breath shuddered.
Then I moved. Slow and deep, but angled just right. She let out a broken sob that sounded like heaven.
“There you go,” I groaned. “That’s my girl. Take it up your asshole for me.”
I slipped my hands around her thighs, feeling the silk of her stockings as I hooked her legs beneath my arms. Then I leaned in, wanting to look her in the eyes when she came on my dick.
My hands locked onto the bed as I started to move—faster, harder—hitting her deeper with every thrust.
I covered her body, and her hands clutched at my chest as she moaned my name.
My name. Again and again. Like a prayer.
“Baby, we need to do this for real,” I gasped, feeling her muscles flutter. “Be together. For us and for our child. I want you in my life.”
Her fingers curled up to my shoulder, nails biting into my skin as she held on.
“Yeah, I know what you needed,” I growled, remembering my promise.
I started driving into her with more weight behind each thrust. She took it, held herself open for me—every brutal thrust, every claiming movement.
“Tell me you’re mine, baby,” I snarled. “Tell me while I fuck this sweet ass.”
She couldn’t speak, but she nodded. Her dark eyes were glassy, wild—completely undone.
Her hole was wrecked, wide open and waiting for my load, waiting to come.
“Yes, good girl, keeping this ass open for me,” I whispered. “Ready to take my load.”
Her hips bucked beneath me, and her strangled moan was everything. But when her eyes met mine, she came—bucking, squirting, and crying MY name.
Her ass rippled around me while her pussy soaked me.
I lost it.
Thrust after thrust into her clenching hole, always looking at her. My balls became taut, and I roared her name. I came so damn hard that my legs almost gave out on me. I felt every twitch, every spurt, and she took it. She took it all—every last drop.
I lowered myself onto her, releasing her legs while keeping my weight on my arms. She sighed my name.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Two tiny words of gratitude that ripped my heart open.
This was my Juliette.
“I love you, sweetheart,” I murmured before capturing her lips.
Her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed me back.
Forceful, soft and loving.
I was supposed to bewitch her tonight. I should have known better.
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We showered, changed the sheets, but she was asleep before I even reached for the lamp.
I’d noticed it over the last few days—she was more tired. Slower to rise.
I placed my palm over her belly, already picturing her wearing my ring. Living in our home.
Juliette wasn’t going anywhere.
She was coming home—with me.
I smiled and moved closer, fitting my hips flush against the heat of her ass.
Mine.
I closed my eyes.