Chapter 15
Kade lay me on the bed, then shut the door and locked it. The hunger in his eyes made my pussy throb with anticipation, heart pounding. “Take off your clothes.”
His voice was low, commanding, and I felt it everywhere. My hands moved before I could think about it–pulling my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor. My leggings came next, then my bra, my panties, until I was standing there completely naked, my pulse racing.
I watched him watch me as he moved closer to the bed. Hovering over me, he tilted my head with a finger under my chin and murmured, “Good girl.”
His hands slid up my sides, over my ribs, cupping my breasts. I gasped when his thumbs brushed over my nipples, already hard and sensitive. “You like it when I tell you what to do?” He asked.
“Maybe,” I whispered.
“Say it.”
“I like it when you tell me what to do.”
“Damn right you do. Now, pull my shirt off.”
Standing up, I melted into him, my hands going to his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt.
I wanted it off. Wanted to feel his skin against mine.
Kade raised his arms, and I tugged at the hem, pulling it over his head to toss aside.
Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue sliding against mine, his hands everywhere–my ass, my thighs, my back.
“On the bed,” he said against my lips. “On your back.”
I moved without thinking, climbing onto the bed and lying down. He stood at the edge, looking down at me, and the way he was watching me-like he was deciding exactly what he was going to do to me–made my thighs clench.
“Spread your legs.” I did, and he made a low sound in his throat, his eyes dark as they traveled over me. “Damn. Pussy already wet.”
“Shut up,” I panted.
He grinned. “You ready for this dick, huh?” He stripped off his joggers and boxers in one motion, and I couldn’t look away.
His dick was already hard, and the sight of him made my mouth go dry.
He climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs, and I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing them wider.
“I’m gon’ make you cum so hard you forget how to argue with a nigga. ”
“That’s not–oh my God…” Kade’s mouth was on me before I could finish the sentence. His tongue flat and slow, dragging up through my folds, and I arched off the bed with a gasp. “Fuck,” I moaned.
He kept going–licking and sucking with his hands gripping my thighs to keep me in place. I tried to move, to grind against his mouth, but he held me down, controlling the pace, the pressure, everything.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“Mmm… shit,” I whispered, eyelashes fluttering. “Pleaseeee… make me cum.”
“Not yet. Hold that shit.”
I whimpered, my hands fisting in the sheets. He was relentless–bringing me right to the edge and then pulling back, over and over, until I was shaking. “Kade, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.”
“I need to–”
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I cried out. “That’s it,” he coached, his voice rough. “Let me hear you.” I was so close. So fucking close to cumming. His fingers moved faster, his mouth on my clit, and I felt the tension coiling tighter and tighter. “Cum for me, Storm.”
“Oh, fuuucckk!” My back arched, my thighs clamping around his head as the orgasm ripped through me. I was gasping his name, my hands holding his head, pulling him closer as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.
Kade didn’t stop. He kept licking, kept moving his fingers, drawing it out until I was trembling and oversensitive and begging him to stop. When he finally pulled back, his lips and beard were wet. “That’s one,” he smirked, his eyes dark and satisfied.
I was still trying to catch my breath. “One?”
“You should know how this goes, Stormie.” He moved up my body, kissing my stomach, my ribs, and my breasts. When he reached my mouth, I could taste my juices on his tongue, and it made me moan. “Turn over on your stomach,” he said.
I did, my body still buzzing from the orgasm. I felt his hands on my hips, pulling me up onto my knees, and then he was behind me, his hands sliding over my ass.
“Baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” he muttered. I felt the head of his dick pressing against me, and I pushed back, wanting him inside me. “Impatient,” he said, but I could hear the smile in his voice.
“Kade…” He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, and I groaned into the pillow. He was so deep like this. So fucking deep.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “I’ll never get tired of this.
” He started moving–slow at first, then harder, faster.
His hands gripped my hips so tight I knew there’d be bruises tomorrow, but I didn’t care.
I wanted them. Wanted the reminder of this, of him claiming me.
“You’re mine,” he said, his voice rough. “Say it, Stormie.”
“I’m yours,” I gasped.
“You better know that.” He reached around, his fingers finding my clit, and I cried out. The angle, the pressure, the way he was hitting that spot inside me–it was too much.
“Oooh… fuucckkk!”
“Do it,” Kade commanded. “Cum on my dick, baby.” My whole body tensed as the orgasm tore through me, and I heard him groan behind me, felt him thrust deeper, harder, chasing his own release.
“Fuck, Storm…” He came with a growl, his hips jerking against mine, and I felt him pulsing inside me, filling me up.
We stayed like that for a second, both of us breathing hard, his hands still on my hips. Then he pulled out slowly, and I collapsed onto the bed. He lay down next to me, pulling me against his chest, and I could feel his heart pounding.
“You good?" he asked.
I turned my head to look at him, and the way he was watching me–possessive, satisfied, like he couldn't believe I was his–made my chest tighten. He kissed me, slow and deep, and when he pulled back, I grinned. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“That’s a damn good way to go.”