Chapter Forty Six #2
“Fuckin’ hell, darlin’. Look at you. Wearin’ nothin’ but my hat and those sky-high heels I’ve fantasized about since the day I met you.”
“You have?” I breathe, shivering.
He nods slowly, slipping his sweats down until he’s in nothing but his boxer briefs. His cock strains against the fabric.
“Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about bendin’ you over that shitty couch and eatin’ your sweet cunt from behind while you looked just like this…”
“In your hat?” I ask, throat tight, pussy clenching around nothing.
“My hat, your heels. Little of my country, poured all over your sexy city girl ass” he mutters, palming himself, lips wet. “Sit on the bed. Feet up. Spread those pretty legs for me.”
My body obeys before I can think. I climb onto the mattress, spine brushing the headboard, and part my thighs.
He closes the distance, standing just to my right and peers between my legs, catching sight of something I’m sure is truly indecent.
“Soaked,” he breathes. “Wanna watch you touch yourself.”
Heat floods my cheeks as I trail my fingers down and swirl them between my legs, already trembling.
“That’s it. Rub slow. Wanna see how pretty you fall apart for me.”
I moan softly, hips rolling and slip a finger inside myself, then two, already shivering at the pleasure that rockets through my system.
“Goddamn,” he rasps, his heavy cock twitching against the fabric. “That’s sexy as hell.”
“Can I watch you, too?” I whimper, throat dry. “Please, Kade?”
He curses but yanks his boxers down and wraps a hand around his cock, stroking slowly.
It’s long and thick, the tip already a deep shade of red. I know there’s a vein just beneath his shaft that throbs and pulses when he’s this hard and the thought makes me even more turned on.
“Fuck, Georgia. Look what you do to me.” He fists himself harder, precum glistening at the tip. I rub tight circles on my clit, my body rocking with need, watching him unravel for me.
“Keep goin’. That’s it, baby. Fuck that pretty pussy till you come. I wanna see it. Wanna hear you cry out for me.”
I whimper, wetness coating my fingers, hips twitching, thighs shaking. Biting my lip hard, I reach up and cup my breast, playing with my nipples while I watch his strokes pick up pace.
The sinful sound of our movements, our heavy breaths, fills the air, and I shiver at how hot it is. I’ve never done the things I’ve done with Kade. Never stepped outside the tiny box I put sex inside of.
With him, everything is new, and sexy, and fun. Maybe that’s why I’m always so ready for him, always wanting more.
But this…
There’s something so utterly erotic about watching your partner masturbate while they watch you.
“You close?” he growls, reaching out to squeeze his balls roughly.
I nod rapidly, throat bobbing. “Are you?”
“Don’t worry about me, darlin’.”
“But…”
“Come, Georgia,” he demands, cutting me off. “Come for me.”
My body bows, and I cry out as the orgasm slams into me so hard and fast, I gasp his name with a loud, accidental shout.
I’ve barely taken a breath before he drops to his knees on the bed and grabs my thighs. “Kade—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, licking a long, slow stripe over me. I twitch hard, oversensitive.
“Gotta stay quiet, baby,” he warns, peering up at me from between my trembling thighs. “Or I’ll stop.”
When I bob my head in agreement, he does something wild and intense with his tongue and I cry out again.
“Cover your mouth, Georgia,” he quietly barks, pausing until I obey. “That’s my girl,” he praises, slipping a finger inside me. “Fuckin’ soaked. Like always. Soaked and filthy and beggin’. Perfect.”
And then he’s eating me like he’s just as starved as I am. His fingers are thick and perfect, his mouth every woman’s dream, and it undoes me faster than should be possible.
On the verge of another orgasm, I drop my hand and arch my back, scrambling for his hair, his shoulders, anything. “Kade! Please, ple—”
He pulls away.
“No,” I gasp, eyes snapping open, head shaking in outrage. “No, no, I’m so—”
“I told you,” he grunts, glaring up at me. “Told you I’d stop if you couldn’t behave.”
“I hate you,” I hiss, smacking the bed in frustration.
He just laughs darkly and climbs from the bed, leaving me spread open, dripping and empty. When he returns a second later, there’s something balled up in his hands but it’s not until he’s squeezing my jaw and dangling the scrap of lace that I understand his intentions.
“Open up, baby.”
Eyes narrowed, pussy too angry and keyed up to care, I do what he says, sticking out my tongue.
He groans, stuffing the panties between my lips.
“Can’t have you wakin’ Aurora while you’re screamin’ for the man you claim to hate to fuck you harder.” He kisses my nose. “Be a good girl and bite down for me, baby.”
I do.
He rewards me instantly—mouth on my skin, worshipping his way down my body. Then I’m tossed further up the bed, breathless and wild. His hat tumbles off, but we both ignore it.
“You wanna forget?” he drawls, pinching my nipples. “Hands on the headboard. Don’t let go.”
I do as I’m told, and he devours me.
Again and again.
By the time he’s done, my body’s shaking, coated in sweat, spent and ruined.
He climbs up next to me, pulls the panties from my mouth, and cups my cheek with a smirk.
“Ride me, cowgirl. Swing that fuckin’ hat around and make me come.”
I giggle, breath hitching, and crawl onto his lap, snagging his discarded hat and tugging it on. My thighs burn as I lower myself onto him slowly, and we both shiver at the contact.
His head falls back with a groan. “Jesus Christ.”
“Be quiet, or I’ll have to stop,” I breathlessly threaten as I grind down. “Don’t make me stuff panties in your mouth, sunshine.”
“Do it,” he whispers, hands tightening around my hips.
I smile slowly, shaking my head. “Can’t. Love your dirty mouth too much. Makes me come every time.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, dragging me down and sucking my nipple into his mouth. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Well,” I pant, rolling my hips, playfulness and lust replacing the chasm of sadness from before, “don’t die before you fill me up.”
He freezes—eyes going molten—and bites down gently on my nipple.
“You like that?” he rasps. “Like being filled up and leaking with my cum?”
I shrug, shameless. “I shouldn’t. But I do. I love it. It’s so hot.”
“ Fuck , Georgia.” He flips me beneath him like he’s lost control, slamming inside with one hard thrust. “Shouldn’t have fuckin’ told me that.”
“Why?” I cry out against my palm.
“Because now you’ll never get rid of me.”
Good, because I don’t want to.
His thumb finds my clit, and my body arches off the bed, my climax ripping through me, a scream trapped in my throat.
Two more thrusts and he follows, groaning my name as he spills deep, pressing his hips flush to mine.
I collapse, limp and boneless.
He slips out with a groan but doesn’t stop—fingers replacing his cock, holding everything inside.
“What are you doing?” I pant. “I’m done.”
“Fuck no you’re not. He grins, eyes full of fire. “You wanted to forget, darlin’. I’m not stoppin’ till you’ve lost your damn mind.”