"Close," I gasp against his neck. "I'm so close."
"Then come," he growls in my ear. "Want to feel you come on my cock, Sierra. Need it."
His relentless thrusts, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside me over and over, the feeling of being completely surrounded by him, it all builds to a crescendo. My orgasm crashes through me like a wave, pleasure radiating out from my core to every nerve ending. I cry out his name, my body shaking, my pussy clenching around his cock.
"That's it," Cade groans, fucking me through it. "So beautiful when you come. Could watch you fall apart forever."
I'm still trembling, still riding the aftershocks, when he suddenly rolls us, pulling out of me in the process. I whimper at the loss, feeling empty without him inside me.
"Need more," he says roughly, his hands already on me, positioning me. "Need to fuck you harder. On all fours, baby. Show me that gorgeous ass."
I scramble into position, my ass in the air, my face pressed into his pillows that smell like him. I look over my shoulder at him, taking in the sight of him kneeling behind me, his cock jutting out from his body, slick with my wetness.
"Like this?" I ask innocently, arching my back more, shaking my ass to taunt him.
"Fucking tease," he growls, but there's heat in his voice, appreciation. His hand comes down on my ass cheek in a sharp slap that makes me gasp and clench. "You're going to be the death of me."
"Then what a way to go," I counter, still shaking my ass, inviting him to take what he wants.
Cade's hands grip my hips, positioning himself at my entrance. "Hold on," he warns, and then he's slamming into me in one powerful thrust that has me crying out into the pillow.
"Fuck yes," I moan, pushing back against him. "Give it to me, Cade. Give me everything."
And he does. He fucks me hard and deep, his hips slapping against my ass with every thrust, the sound perfect in the quiet of his bedroom. His grip on my hips is almost bruising, holding me in place while he uses my body for both our pleasure.
"This what you need?" he asks, his voice strained. "This what you've been missing?"
"Yes," I cry out, my fingers fisting in his sheets. "Yes, this, you, always you."
One of his hands slides up my spine, pressing between my shoulder blades, forcing my chest lower and my ass higher. The new angle has him hitting even deeper, and I can feel another orgasm building already, impossible but inevitable.
"So fucking perfect," he grunts, his pace never faltering. "This pussy was made for my cock. Taking me so well, squeezing me so tight."
The praise, the feeling of fullness, the relentless rhythm of his hips, it all combines into overwhelming pleasure. My second orgasm builds faster than the first, the pressure coiling tighter with each thrust.
"Cade," I whimper. "I'm going to… Again—"
"Do it," he growls, one hand leaving my hip to fist in my hair, tugging gently, arching my back even more. "Come for me again. Let me feel it."
The slight pull on my hair, the dominance in his voice, the way his cock is stretching me, claiming me, it pushes me over theedge. My second orgasm rips through me even harder than the first, pleasure so intense it borders on pain. I scream into the pillow, my entire body convulsing, my pussy clamping down on Cade's cock like a vice.
"Holy fuck," Cade groans, his hips stuttering. "Sierra, I'm… I can't hold—"
"Come inside me," I manage through the haze of pleasure. "Want to feel you, Cade. Please."
That's all it takes. With a guttural moan, Cade buries himself deep inside me one final time, his cock pulsing as he comes. I can feel the warmth of him filling me, marking me as his, and something about it feels right. Feels like coming home.
We stay like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, his body covering mine, his cock still buried inside me. Then slowly, he pulls out and collapses beside me on the bed, pulling me with him so we're facing each other.
"I loved it" Cade starts, then stops, like he can't find the words.
"Yeah," I agree. "That was incredible."
He reaches out, tucking a strand of sweaty hair behind my ear. "We should talk about what this means."
"We should," I agree. "But maybe—" I glance at the clock on his nightstand. "Maybe after we clean up and before Dallas brings Ruby back?"
"Practical as always." But he's smiling, that soft, genuine smile I haven't seen in eight years.
