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“Take the fucking shirt off, Red,” he growls. I could pout because he doesn’t use my given name, but the truth is I don’t give a fuck as long as he doesn’t stop. I yank Larry’s shirt over my head like it was on fire, throwing it down on the floor, panting, my gaze on Cade’s. His face is wet with the proof of my desire, and maybe I should be embarrassed, but I’m not.
I just want more.
“That’s my girl,” he praises. He groans as his fingers push inside of me, making my breath stall in my chest. My heart stutters back to life as pleasure hits me with an intensity I have never—in all of my life—ever felt before. Right now, I want to be his girl more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
He begins fucking me with his fingers, pushing in and out of me at a steady pace, working my body like I’m an instrument, and he’s conducting the most beautiful concerto in existence.
It’s that good.
His fingers spread apart inside of me, stretching me and my eyes nearly roll back in my head as I envision his cock stretching me like that.
“Don’t stop,” I demand, desperate, willing to do nearly anything as long as he keeps the pleasure coming.
“You’re so fucking wet, Finley. I could drink from you for days,” he moans, before I can tell him I’d be totally okay with that—hell, I’d beg—he takes his fingers away, grabs hold of my hips with each of his hands, the pressure firm, harsh, and probably bruising.
“Cade,” I whimper.
He lays back on my kitchen floor, taking me with him and forcefully positions me so I’m sitting on his face. I feel it all in that moment.
Hunger, need, euphoria, gratitude, tenderness, mindlessness, panic, fear.
You name it. If it’s an emotion, Cade has it barreling through me. There’s no time to question it, however, because I feel his fingers and his tongue torturing me, his face pressed tight into my most intimate areas so firmly that even his nose can bring pleasure. I feel a gush of wetness as my climax begins to build, hear Cade moan as he sucks on my clit, drinking me in.
I ride his face. There’s no other way to describe it. I ride him hard, my thighs tightening on him as if I’m in the damn rodeo and he’s a fucking stallion that will take me to the championship. I could be smothering him, drowning him, or maybe a combination of the two, but I can’t worry about it. There’s no way to stop, no way to call this to a halt. Instead, my hips are rocking viciously, as I grind down on him. Cade’s hands are holding me tightly to his face as he relentlessly feasts on my pussy.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss. “Eat me. Eat my pussy,” I demand, my hands slap down on the floor as I get basically down on all fours, riding on his face like a porn star. I’ve never been this way, never been this far gone, but I can’t hold back. I have to have more. “Cade,” I breathe, as he gives me all I ask for and more. His hands move to my ass. He apparently doesn’t think I’m moving my body fast enough and tries to take over. He angles me, shifting my body the smallest of amounts, but in a way that makes the pleasure even more extreme. I feel his fingers return inside of me, and a finger—fuck maybe two—enters my ass. My head goes back, my fingers teasing my nipples, the world around me dimming, as the onslaught of carnal decadence hits me.
I’m coming. There’s no stopping it and I wouldn’t, even if I could.
“Fuck me harder, Cade,” I groan. “Fuck my ass, like that. More,” I cry. “God, don’t stop. It feels so good.”
Cade’s not talking. I don’t think he could even if he wanted to. He’s too busy working… me. I hear him humming, taking everything I have to give. My climax comes crashing through me, and I yell out loud enough to probably wake the fucking dead. I don’t even care.
“I’m coming, Cade. Oh God, I’m coming.” I shout the words so loudly that my throat is instantly raw from the strain and when the initial burst of my orgasm moves through, but I’m still riding on aftershocks—which are still better than anything I’ve ever experienced—I slap my hand against the floor, my body convulsing with desire and ecstasy. “Fuck… fuck… fuck….”
Over and over, I say that one word, as Cade licks me. His fingers slowly thrust in and out of me in a way that seems designed to start me on a path to another orgasm. Heaven help me, I don’t know if I’m strong enough to survive this one—especially if it’s anything like the first. I’m also not strong enough to say no. I want it. I don’t even give a damn if it kills me.
