Chapter Thirty Six #2
Her hips lift, needy and wild. “Kade— please —”
“I know, freckles. I know.” I kiss the crease of her thigh, right where it meets her slick center. “You want me to eat this sweet little cunt? Clean you up so I can make a mess of you all over again?”
She makes a strangled sound and nods furiously, heels digging into the blanket.
“Thank fuck.”
I flatten my tongue against her clit and lick—slow, deep, unrelenting. Her cry splits the quiet and I moan, the taste of honey and her, driving me fucking insane.
She bucks beneath me, thighs threatening to close, but I hold her open, mouth locked to her like I’ve got something to prove.
And I do.
I want her ruined.
Want her so sensitive she begs me to stop—and then begs for more.
She’s so damn wet, she’s dripping all over my beard, so I lose the dowl and swap to my fingers, slipping three in without hesitation.
Georgia screams and throws her legs over my shoulders, squeezing my head so damn hard, I chuckle against her.
“Hell yeah,” I rasp, curving my fingers, hitting her in a place that makes her squirm. “Come, baby. Come all over my face.”
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck hard, flicking the tip of my tongue fast and light, then slow and hard. She thrashes, fists in the blanket, breath catching on a sob of pleasure. “ Fuck… Kade… oh my god… ”
She’s right there. I know her body now—know the way she tightens, the tremble in her thighs, the frantic drag of her fingers when she’s about to lose it.
“That’s it,” I growl against her, fucking her rough and fast. “Let go for me.”
Her body bows off the truck, a keening sound tearing from her throat as she shatters. I don’t stop. Don’t fucking slow down. I keep working her, licking and sucking through it, grinding my cock against the blankets like a goddamn animal.
Because nothing’s ever felt this good.
Nothing’s ever tasted this fucking perfect.
She sobs my name again, voice hoarse, her whole body shaking. I ease up—just enough to let her breathe—but I don’t pull away. Not yet. Not when she’s still soaked and dripping, slick and raw, and twitching with aftershocks.
I kiss my way up her body—over her belly, her ribs, between the curve of her perfect tits—and grab the honey again.
She whimpers, eyes wide as I swirl more onto the stick.
“You gonna let me make you come again?” I ask, voice low and dark, my beard soaked in her.
“I don’t know if I can,” she whispers, wrecked and breathless.
“Oh, baby.” I grin, feral and possessive, dragging the honey down her sternum. “You don’t have to know. You just have to lay there and take it.”
I circle her nipple again and suck it into my mouth, tongue lapping up the sweetness, then switch to the other side. She writhes, breath stuttering.
“God—Kade, it’s too much—”
“No,” I growl against her skin. “It’s not enough. Never gonna be enough.”
I slide back down and bury my face in her pussy again.
This time she screams.
A real scream—shocked and raw and punched straight from her chest.
And I don’t stop. Not for a second. I tongue-fuck her like a man deranged, honey and cum mixing on my lips, beard dragging against her swollen clit.
I don’t stop until she’s sobbing my name and falling apart all over again, thighs locking around my head, body twisting in ecstasy.
And when she comes again, harder this time, shaking like she’s being exorcised, I finally, finally pull back, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.
“Please,” she chokes out, wiping actual tears away. “Please fuck me. I want you so bad.”
I wrap my hand around my cock, and stroke once, twice, dragging the tip through the wet mess we made together, but I pause, breathing like I’m the one who just shattered.
Swallowing thickly, I drop to my elbows on either side of her head and drag her mouth to mine. She doesn’t hesitate to kiss me, sucking my tongue between her lips with a moan so wild, it vibrates against me.
“Georgia,” I breathe, drawing back to meet her eyes. “You with me, sweetheart?”
“Yes,” she chokes out. “God, yes.”
“Wish I could say I was fuckin’ around when I said I wanted you bare,” I whisper, brows furrowed.
I brush her sweat-soaked hair back. “But I wasn’t.
I’m wild—half demented when it comes to you, baby.
I’m obsessed. Wanna feel every inch of you, nothin’ between us.
But if you don’t want that, I’ll wrap it up.
Don’t want you to be uncomfortable or feel pressured. ”
She licks her lips, eyes flicking between mine, heart hammering between us. Then, she smiles, soft, slow, and sweet, and grips my jaw, pulling me in for another kiss.
“I’m on the pill,” she murmurs against me. “And I’ve only ever…”
Her nose wrinkles and she glances away but I drag her face right back.
“What, darlin’?”
“I’ve only ever been with two guys, and it was a long time ago.”
My nod is slow, my hands reverent as I cup her jaw. “Been a long time for me too. Never gone in bare before.” I swallow, but it sticks. “I’d never put you in danger like that. Never.”
“I trust you,” she murmurs. “And I… I wouldn’t either. I’m clean.”
That’s all I need to know. My mouth collides with hers in a deep kiss that steals my breath as I press in, slow and careful, grinding against her clit as I fill her inch by aching inch.
A groan catches in my lungs, body shaking just as bad as hers. Georgia digs her nails into my shoulders and folds her body around mine like she needs the closeness, and fuck, so do I.
She shudders, whimpering into the kiss.
I sink in an inch, then pull back out, then in a bit more, and out. Again and again, until I’m buried to the hilt, my hips flush with her.
“You’re…” She gasps, back aching, breath caught somewhere between a sob and moan. “You’re huge. Fuck. I… Fuck . Hang on!”
“Christ, baby.” I exhale roughly, brushing her hair back, soothing her the best I can. “Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head, then nods, squeezing her eyes shut. I slip a hand between us and find her clit, circling gently until she relaxes against me. After a minute, her body sags into the blankets, and her eyes flutter open, meeting mine.
And something in them… something in her… makes time stand still.
Nothing about this feels casual. Nothing feels fleeting. It’s raw and brutal and soul-deep. The way she inhales sharply, eyes glossing over, tells me she feels it too.
I vow then and there to do everything in my power to make this girl happy. To make her dreams come true. To make this work, no matter what it takes.
“Okay,” she finally says, hips tipping up. “Okay, you can move.”
I pull back, nearly slipping all the way out, and thrust back in. She cries out, nodding rapidly, so I do it again, harder.
And when her walls clamp down around me like she was made for this—made for me—I lose whatever thread of sanity I had left.
“Jesus fuck, Georgia,” I growl, a chaotic ramble of praises slipping free with every thrust, every drag of my cock against her. “You feel like fuckin’ heaven, darlin’. Warm, wet heaven. So damn tight. Never felt anything like it. You’re killin’ me.”
She whimpers, hips rolling up to meet mine, greedy and perfect and already dripping down my cock. Her hands land on my chest, digging in like she’s trying to yank my heart from my body, and fuck, I think she might have already stolen it.
I shake my head, arms trembling, a sense of helplessness swelling inside me along with a hell of a lot of emotions I wasn’t prepared for.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I practically beg, heart hammering. “Whatever it is, you can fuckin’ have it.”
“I just want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
That’s all the invitation I need.
I grip her thighs and spread her wide, bending them back until her knees are damn near brushing her ears, and drive into her.
Hard. Deep. Unforgiving.
“You like that?” I growl, pounding into her, sweat dripping from my temple, more words, more feral sounds, tumbling free. “Like havin’ me fuck you so hard, you’ll never not feel me? Fuckin’ you so hard, you’ll know exactly who you belong to when you wake up?”
“ Yes—fuck, yes— ”
“You’ll take everything I give you, won’t you? Take it because it’s yours. This dick? These hands? This fuckin’ mouth?” I lean down and bite her neck hard enough to leave a mark. “All yours, Georgia. You earned every broken, filthy fuckin’ inch of me.”
She’s gasping now, wrecked and beautiful, legs shaking as I hammer into her, chest flushed and hair wild against the blankets.
“More,” she begs, eyes rolling back. “Kade… don’t stop…don’t you fucking stop—”
“I’m not stoppin’ till you come again,” I grit out, one hand moving between us to rub her clit in tight circles. “Want your cunt to cry for my cock, baby. Wanna feel you milk it.”
And she does.
Less than a minute later, she shatters around me—loud and sobbing, her pussy clenching like it never wants to let me go. The moment it hits, I swear I black out. My whole body locks, every muscle seizing as I lose control.
I groan loud and low, hips slamming forward one last time as I spill inside her, cock pulsing with wave after wave of pure fuckin’ bliss.
Hot, endless, mind-erasing pleasure like I’ve never felt before.
For a long, breathless second, neither of us moves. I’m still buried in her, panting against her neck, her fingers twitching in my hair like she’s forgotten how to let go.
When we’re both relaxed and my cock is softening, I slowly pull out.
My cum leaks from her swollen pussy, wet and slick, and I watch it like a man possessed—because where Georgia's concerned, I am.
Without thinking, I scoop it up with two fingers, slick and glistening, and slide them right back inside her.
She gasps, full-body shivering. “Kade—what are you—”
“Shh,” I rasp, curling my fingers, watching her twitch as I smirk. “Told you, darlin’. I’ve got lots of bedrooms to fill.”
Georgia moans, back arching, thighs trembling around my wrist.
“I told you, I’m on birth control,” she breathes, voice shaking.
I pause… just for a second. I know she said that. Know it’s fast and stupid and reckless, but I can’t lie—disappointment slices through me like a hot blade. I school it down, shake it off, and lean close, licking her bottom lip as I grind my fingers deeper.
“Then we’re practicing.”
Her eyes go wide, breath catching hard.
I add a third finger, just to hear her whimper.
“You don’t get it yet,” I whisper against her lips. “I’m not just tryin’ to fuck you. I’m tryin’ to ruin you. Want you walkin’ around with me dripping out of you every single day. Want you so full of me, you don’t remember what it felt like to not be mine.”
She shudders violently, another moan tearing from her throat. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Nah, baby. I’m gonna make you beg for more.”
And I do.
Until her body’s trembling, her voice gone hoarse from moaning my name. Until she’s spent and soaked, sticky with sweat and honey and every drop I’ve poured into her. Until there’s nothing left of her but blissed-out whimpers and the way she curls into me like I’m home.
By the time I pull the blankets around us, her lashes are fluttering shut, cheek pressed to my chest, breath warm and steady against my skin.
And as my eyes finally drift closed with Georgia wrapped in my arms, skin still humming from everything we just shared, only one thought cuts through the quiet.
If this is all I ever have…
If this is the only kind of peace I ever get from the demons still chasing me… It’ll be enough.