Chapter Nine #2
“I can’t promise I’ll be gentle if you keep doing that,” he said.
“Doing what?”
“Clenching around me.”
At his words, I clenched again, unaware I had been doing it before, and he growled, low and deep.
The muscles in his arms were tense next to my head, and he leaned on his elbows.
I didn’t think he’d take me like this, picturing him more a bend-over-and-fuck kind of guy.
But I liked him on top of me where I could watch his body.
Every motion, every tense and release of his muscles as he began rocking against me.
That slow, incredible rhythm of his made me wish I were watching from the other side of the room, taking in the gyration of his hips until I went crazy with lust. As a flush of warmth flooded my already wet pussy at the thought, I moaned, not wanting to be anywhere but under him.
The slick drag of cock inside me was nothing short of magic, and I cried out every time Cade pushed fully in.
His hands gripped the sheets, bunching the fabric up under his fingers, and I realized how hard he was trying to take it slow, allowing me to adjust to his size.
It felt amazing.
Until it wasn’t enough.
“More…” I whispered.
Cade opened his eyes, watching my face as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming hard into me. I cried out a strangled “Yes,” and something in him changed.
He became more animal than human.
Cade gripped my hips, and he fucking unleashed on me.
Whatever I was expecting from him, this man who seemed so sweet, funny, and relaxed, it wasn’t to be fucked within an inch of my life.
A growl resonated from his chest as his grip on me increased, pounding into me mercilessly.
My body accommodated him, and every inch of him was sweet pleasure and stretch.
When I moved to grip his arms, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty before he flipped me over.
“Cade…”
He pressed his hand to my head, shoving my cheek into the pillow before leaning over me. He dragged his cock back and forth over my clit again, and I moaned, grinding against him. “Grip the pillows if you have to, angel, but keep your head and hands down, or I’ll have to punish you.”
I wiggled my ass against him, enticing another growl that made me smirk.
What if I wanted to be punished?
As though reading my thoughts, his hand snaked around my throat, his voice low and dangerous next to my ear. “I didn’t hear a response from you.”
“Yes…”
“Yes, what?”
My jaw tensed as I grit my teeth, and he chuckled. One hand stayed on my throat, and when the other moved between my legs, he pinched my clit gently between his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud until I was jerking underneath him.
“Yes?” he prompted, his voice still a dangerous whisper against me.
This wasn’t at all what I expected from Cade—the man he was in bed was a darker version of him.
I didn’t feel unsafe, but fuck, he felt dangerous.
His threats for punishment were real and, with them, the promise of absolute pleasure.
But I wasn’t going to submit that easily.
Although every nerve in my body was screaming at me to simply say the word and let him be the boss, it wasn’t my nature to do so.
I was no BDSM Dom by any stretch, but I liked to take control, to ride a man while holding his wrists against the headboard, watching his head loll and eyes screw shut as I fucked his brains out.
Cade was claiming that control back from me.
God, part of me wanted him to use me.
A big part of me.
Who was I kidding? Almost all of me, except this remaining stubborn streak, not willing to give in without a fight.
I whimpered as he continued his assault on my clit, his cock’s hard length sliding against my leg as he continued slow thrusts.
Cade kissed and nipped at my neck, the gentle ministrations thrown off by his grip on my throat.
My climax was building, but I’d dug myself into a hole now, and with each second that passed, letting go of that thread of control that remained was getting harder.
The problem was I was no good at admitting I was wrong.
I could feel his lips against my neck, smiling, feeling my internal battle.
My lips pressed together to keep the word sir from slipping past, but my hips ground against the air, wanting more.
He slipped a finger inside me, and I moaned against the pillow.
“It’s not enough for you, is it, angel?” Cade muttered. “You don’t want my fingers, you need my cock, stretching you, claiming you.” He pumped his finger in my pussy a few times, the room filling with the obscene sounds of arousal I couldn’t hide, no matter how stubborn I wanted to be.
“Please,” I begged him for the release that was right there as his fingers returned to my clit, practically throbbing with the need to come. Cade’s fingers tightened around my throat, and I gasped.
“Please, what?”
Gritting my teeth, I whimpered before moaning again as another jolt of pleasure coursed through me.
Fuck you, Cade.
“Please…” I panted, “… sir.”
He growled his approval, doubling the speed of his efforts against my clit. “Good girl.”
I couldn’t help it. The moans escaping my lips were increasing in pitch, and I was so close. So close.
He penetrated me from behind in one motion, his fingers still working my clit in small, tight circles, and as I came, I tightened around his cock, forcing him to push past the resistance and open me up to him.
Cade continued a gentle rhythm of thrusts as I shuddered and twitched around his cock, riding out the waves of my orgasm.
“Are you ready to be fucked, angel?”
I simply moaned in response, and this time when he leaned over me, his cock hit a new angle, rubbing against my G-spot. He brushed my hair from my face before grabbing a handful and hissing in my ear. “I asked you a question.”
“Yes, sir. I’m ready to be fucked.” I panted out, and he seemed satisfied, returning to kneel behind me and gripping my hips as he increased speed, slowly this time, building with each thrust until the headboard was banging against the wall.
Gripping the sheets, I moaned loudly into the pillow.
Fuck, did this guy have stamina or what?
I could barely breathe, my breath hitching with each thrust as I cried out every time he pushed in.
Cade’s grip on my hips became almost painful, and he reached between my legs again, flicking his finger over my clit and making me jolt.
“Come again.”
“Cade…”
“Come. I want to feel you squeeze my cock when I spill inside you.”
“Oh God…”
Like I had much choice. His fingers worked me expertly, and the moment before release shuddered through me, he pinched my clit harshly, then I exploded with pleasure and sensation. Cade roared as he came and didn’t stop rubbing my clit until his thrusts slowed and stopped.
Bent over me, Cade rested his cheek between my shoulder blades, his fingers flexing on my hips and cock twitching within me, still hard. Slowly, he pulled from me before collapsing on the bed and pulling my body against his, my back hitting his chest as he curled around me.
After a moment, he asked. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” I whispered. “That was amazing.”
He chuckled. “You don’t like letting go of control, do you?”
Playfully, I swatted his arm as it lay across my stomach. “You can talk.”
His lips curved into a smile against my shoulder before he took a deep breath, burying himself against me. I was hypersensitive to every hard line of his body, and for the first time in a long time, I truly relaxed.