Motherfucker.
I’m about to curse him out for manhandling me like that when his cock enters me from behind, stretching me perfectly.
I scream, “Fuck,” into the bedsheets.
His pace picks up where he left off, fast and savage. It’s only the hand on my hip that’s holding me in place, sure to leave a bruise. His other hand is gently caressing my back, which is a maddening contrast to his cock driving in and out of me in punishing thrusts.
“You’re fucking beautiful like this.” As he says this, the hand not holding on to me is slowly caressing my ass. A shudder is running down my spine when his thumb barely touches my rosebud. I’ve never had anyone go near that part of me, never had the urge to experience it, but Kade’s driving me out of my mind. And suddenly I’m wondering what it would feel like to have him in that hole.
When he feels my body’s reaction, Kade stops for a moment, still seated deep inside of me. Slowly, his thumb repeats the movement, causing my body to have another visceral reaction. This time my whole body is shaking, while a moan is ripped from deep inside of me. I can’t even describe the noise I made—it’s that primal.
“Fucking hell, you’re perfect,” he growls, before he resumes his punishing tempo, driving my pleasure to new heights. I’m slightly terrified of the impact this coming orgasm will have on me; after all, the higher you fly the harder you fall. And I have a feeling whenever I hit the ground with Kade I’ll be splattered all over the asphalt.
I don’t have time to think about anything but the feeling of his cock driving in and out of me, his fingers gripping the flesh of my hip, when suddenly I feel his thumb push into my ass.
The feeling is so foreign, my body’s instinctive reaction is to bolt, but the hand prevents me from moving.
I’m panting, perspiration is covering my body, and lights are dancing behind my closed eyes. “Kade… I…” I’m not sure what I was about to ask for, but before I can make up my mind, my body decides for me. I relax and move slightly back into him, pushing his thumb deeper into me.
And that’s all I need to find my climax.
I cry out, the waves of pleasure, intermixed with some pain, run through my body. I can feel myself squeeze around both Kade’s thumb and cock. The euphoria I feel only increases when Kade starts to pump in and out of me at a pace I thought impossible.
I turn my head where it lies against the mattress and stare at the man behind me—his body coiled like a snake about to strike, an expression of fierce possession on his face while he watches himself moving in and out of me.
He plunges into me once, twice, before he throws back his head and a ferocious groan leaves his throat while he plants himself deep inside of me, like he doesn’t ever want to leave.
I stare at Kade and take in every detail about his features, the pleasure on his face, the muscles in his neck straining. I memorize the feel of his long fingers gripping my flesh, of sharing something as intimate as what we just did with someone.
A strange feeling is starting to fill my insides while I memorize the man behind me—someone I told myself I hated just this morning.
People always say love and hate are two sides to a coin, but I’ve always thought that’s bullshit people say to make themselves feel better about being attracted to jerks. Not that I can blame them.
I’m dragged out of my weird thoughts about Kade and me—who knows what the hell we’re doing anyway—when he drops his weight on top of me and forces me to fall onto the bed with his body covering mine.
He gently kisses my neck while he pulls his thumb out of me, causing an involuntary shudder to shake both of us. I can feel his smile against my skin where he kissed me while his cock twitches inside of me.
We’re both breathing heavily and are coated in sweat. I feel like my heart is beating out of my chest, and it gives me a smug sense of gratification when I notice his is beating in tandem with mine.
“That was fucking amazing, Princess,” he whispers into my ear.
“Yeah,” is all I can manage to say, my brain a scrambled mess unable to form a coherent thought. And my body seems to have lost all its strength, I can’t even move a toe.
“By the way, you can tease me like this any time you want.”
“I just might.” A sigh leaves my body, and my eyes flutter closed, uncaring of the fact that his dick is still inside of me.
My eyes spring open though as soon as he pulls out of me and drags me to the end of the bed. “What the hell?” I ask weakly, barely recognizing my own voice.
“Common, lazy, let’s go clean up before we take a nap.” His voice is vibrating with suppressed laughter.
“No,” I say rather petulantly.
I don’t have time to say anything before I’m airborne once more and in his arms. A rather girlish squeal leaves me without permission, and I’m suddenly wide awake. People don’t manhandle me.
Hell, I don’t remember when someone held me in his arms like this, like I’m cherished.
“I can walk, you know?” I ask, uppity, to cover just how much his actions today threw me off balance.
“Are you sure?” I watch as the corners of his eyes crinkle.
He must have had such a happy life, filled with laughter. The thought catches me by surprise, knowing it’s not true having lost both his parents. But unlike before, I’m not filled with
