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“Ahhh…”
Her hips fanned out, gyrating into his cock. He ripped his mouth from her breast and gripped the snap on her jeans. Thankfully, it unsnapped. He was ready to shred them apart if necessary. Anything to get them off. Without even unzipping them, he shoved his hands down the front of her pants straight to her hot pussy. Two fingers spread her lips, and he dipped into her.
She cried out, and his wrist halted until he felt her move over his hand. She was riding his fucking fingers. Her pussy was warm and moist as he darted his fingers inside. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a woman so wet she was practically dripping. Her arms wrapped around his neck with a swift jerk, and her lips trailed his neck, her tongue licking at his skin.
Oh fuck, it feels good.
He drove his fingers inside her, curling the tips. Her breathing got heavier. The first sign of an orgasm. He didn’t let up. When was the last time he had a woman come from finger fucking her? He usually wasn’t big on foreplay. Much like dating, it took finesse and a certain level of effort, both of which he lacked.
Her hand glided down his chest to his stomach. The anticipation was grating on him until her soft hand drifted down to his jeans as she cupped his cock with a tight squeeze. He groaned, dropping his mouth against her neck. How could he be this hard? He drove his cock into her hand. He had to get her off the counter and into a bed.
“I’m so close,” she moaned. His mind settled. He’d get her off, and then they’d move to her place. Stopping now wasn’t even a consideration. God, I want to feel her come over my hand. He felt her teeth graze his collar bone as she clenched the walls of her pussy. Her bite was unexpected, and fuck, it hurt.
“Ya gonna come for me?” he whispered against her neck.
“Yeah.” She moaned. “Cade.”
He was seconds away from exploding in his pants just from her voice moaning his name.
“What the hell is going on here?”
What the fuck?
His hand stilled, knuckle deep locked in her pussy. He jerked his head over his shoulder. Oh, fucking hell, old man. His father stood in his boxers armed with a gun in his left hand. Luckily, it wasn’t loaded. Caden knew this because it had been a daily ritual to check his dad’s gun every day. He could have taken it from him altogether, but taking Pop’s gun would be like cutting off his dick and taking his manhood.
“Colleen?”
This is not fucking happening. Again.
“Pop, go to bed.” He slowly withdrew his fingers from her pussy, which was still moist. His hand rose from her jeans. Marissa hadn’t moved a muscle. He glanced down to make sure she wasn’t having another episode like the other night. The last thing this situation needed was her passing out. Her head bowed down so he couldn’t see her face. Shit. He moved quickly to block his dad’s view, but apparently, it wasn’t enough. A smile crept up the old man’s lips.
“Still got the best set of titties around.”
Caden drew in a deep breath and closed his eyes. Could this get any fucking worse?
“What’s going…”
Yes, it could.
Trevor stopped next to Pop, his eyes zoned in on Caden and then shifted to the right. He moved but not quick enough. His son’s bottom lip fell open. “Holy shit!”
Now was not the time to scold his kid about cursing. “Get Pop upstairs.”
Trevor stood in a trance. His tongue poked out, and he licked his top lip. What the fuck? Caden jerked his head down and saw exactly what had both of them entranced. Her shirt hadn’t fully covered her breasts, leaving the bottom of her tit and her nipple completely exposed. He yanked the hem of her shirt, covering her, and took a full stand in front of her.
All the while, she was silent.
“Trev, get him upstairs.” His son blinked but didn’t move. Caden stepped forward and gripped his dad’s wrist. “Come on, Pop, let’s go.” He led him to the stairs and jerked his head over his shoulder. “Trevor, fucking now.”
This time he listened, following him and Pop up the stairs.
“She’s a good one, Cade, you keep her.”
Caden sighed, biting his tongue. Thoughts of Marissa on the counter had him rushing up the stairs with his dad. They breached the landing, and Caden walked his dad to his room.
“Should I go check on her?” Trevor chimed. He was a little too excited for Caden right now. He guided Pop into his room and glared back at his son. If he had made one move to go back down, he’d break his fucking legs.
Trevor smirked and held up his hands in front of his chest. “Okay, okay.” He waggled his brows. “Is it too soon to start calling her mommy?”
