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He lets out a frustrated groan. And fuck, I know the feeling all too well. I’m ecstatic that he’s feeling it too, because I need him to give in to me. There’s no way either of us can deny the other tonight.
“I didn’t hear you, Cade.” I move my hand up and down his length, our eyes are locked, and his gaze is fierce as he stares at me. Suddenly, his hand grips my wrist to stop. For a second, I think he’s going to end everything. But I’m thankful as fuck when he releases my wrist to move his hands under my ass. Grasping ahold, he ensures a good grip and lifts me as he stands.
Walking across the room and down a hallway without a word, he carries me while I remain latched onto him. He steps into a bedroom and kicks the door shut behind us. Apparently, he doesn’t prefer spectators. I can deal with that.
Surprising me, he unhooks my legs from around him, and when my feet hit the floor a split-second later, he spins me around and presses my chest into the solid surface of the door, pinning me in place. Capturing my wrists, he holds them against the paneling above my head. The weight of his body presses me harder into the door, and his mouth moves over my ear, nipping at it before he shifts slightly back and positions both of my wrists in one of his strong hands. I don’t try and get free, but I know if I wanted to I couldn’t. He’s in control, and his firm command isn’t going to be forgiving, and it fucking sends my excitement into overdrive.
He skims his free hand down my spine, then slips it under my dress. His fingers greedily squeeze my ass cheek, and my body responds by shifting into his hand, willing his fingers to move my thong over.
Reading my body language, he says, “You’re such a needy bitch,” then his grip tightens on my wrists as his fingers twist beneath the material of my panties and move over my clit. “A ready, wet, needy bitch.” His fingers dip inside me, pumping as my breath hitches. What the fuck?
It’s… everything. His touch. His words. His command of my body. I’m fully ready to get off knowing he’s going to do as he pleases with me. I don’t mind. I want it. I want him. Fuck.
“Tell me, Morgan.” He turns my demand around on me as his fingers push inside me from behind. My ass moves back to meet each of his thrusts. “I didn’t hear anything,” he prods. His fingers move faster, cruelly pumping inside me as my eyes snap closed. His words a harsh whisper in my ear. “Or maybe you can’t perform without your audience. There’s no one here, but I’ll fuck you until that mouth learns a good motherfucking lesson. Is that what you want?”
He suddenly withdraws his fingers from me and spins me around to face him. His exposed cock presses against my stomach before he shifts back, replacing his hand between my thighs to shove two fingers inside me. A sinister grin spreads across his face. “You want this. You’re getting off on being controlled. Aren’t you? Is that what it is? Your bossy, superior ass needs to be shown some fucking manners?”
Fuck yes. “I doubt you could teach me anything.”
His hold tightens, his smile growing as his fingers pump faster. “Say it, Morgan.”
“Yes. Fuck me.” His fingers move harshly, his hand unrelenting, but it’s not enough. I want to feel him. “Or will I have to settle for a finger fuck?” I glance down at his hard cock. “Still worried about that stamina?”
He removes his fingers from my pussy, bringing them up to my face to grip my chin. “You know I can fuck you better than anyone else. That’s why your desperate ass is begging for it fromme.” His slides a finger inside my mouth. “That’s why you’re wet and primed for me.” Releasing my wrists, he takes a step back. “Take off your dress.”
Reaching down, I grip the hem of my dress and pull it over my head, keeping a steady watch on him. He can be in control, but I will maintain a semblance of it too.
“Now the bra.” I reach back and unclasp my strapless bra, letting it fall to the floor. His eyes drop and fixate on me. “Your thong. Off. Now.”
His command sends a thrilling shiver down my body. I do as he instructs then hold them up on my index finger before dropping them on the floor. He can try and act as authoritative as he wants, but his tense expression tells me he’s having a hard time refraining. And he’s not planning to wait too long. “Take my shirt off.”
Stepping to him, I slide my fingers down his stomach before I grip the hem and remove his shirt. My fingers trail down his abs before I flatten my palms against his skin. Sliding them around his sides and down the small of his back, I dip into his jeans and over his ass to push his boxers and pants down, squatting to drag the fabric down the length of his legs. He slowly steps out of them, and as I look up to him, his fingers hook under my chin, guiding me to standing again. “Remember when this is over that this was all your doing. You wanted it more than I did and ever will.”
“Liar, liar. You’re such a crier,” I hum against his cheek and smile when I feel his face tense. His body stills momentarily until he quickly snatches my arm and tosses me onto the bed. My stomach hits the soft surface at the same time his hands roughly keep ahold of my arms, pinning them at my sides. He hovers over me, his chest pressing into my back as his mouth moves next to my ear. “I fucking hate you, Morgan King.”
“Same.”
He shifts back as I answer him and thrusts forward, plunging his dick inside me. A freakin’ whimper leaves my lips as he fills me. Did his fucking dick get enlarged? He hadn’t felt this consuming before. Every cruel thought I want to tell him leaves my mind and only how I feel—excited, sexy, on fire, desired—remains. And there’s only one thing I want to scream at him—fuck me. And he does, his hands tighten on my arms as he uses them as leverage to pull me back to meet his thrust. His skin slaps against my ass every time he sinks inside me. No words leave his mouth, only sounds that tell me he’s enjoying this as much as I am. But I need more.
“Fuck me harder.”
Releasing my arms, he moves one hand to my hair as he pulls me to stand upright next to the bed. With my back still to his chest, his other hand wraps around my throat. His fingers squeeze as he pounds into me. “Needy, bossy, miserable. Can’t get enough to satisfy that pussy from anyone else. Need a good fucking to remind you what you should’ve had.”
Whoa. There is definitely something more than sex being referred to. But that’s all this is. Sex only. So why am I worried about wanting to do it again when this time isn’t even over yet? “Then shut up and fuck me.”
He lets out a low, sultry laugh. With the one hand remaining on my throat, the other moves in front of me to stroke my clit as he says, “Come on my dick. Let some of that pent-up frustration out so you can stop being such a vile bitch.”
I grind my teeth, taking in a breath, but barely manage to say “Not a fucking chance” before I reach my peak. An orgasm explodes inside my core, flowing through every limb of my body, but I’m not able to relish in it because Cade gives me several more hard thrusts, then forces me onto my knees.
One hand is on his cock and the other is in my hair as he shoves his dick in my mouth. His body tenses as he comes, my lips wrapping around him. I trail my tongue around the base of his cock while his hand strokes it. His eyes never leave mine as he guides me up. As soon as I’m halfway standing, his mouth immediately covers mine. As he kisses me, his hands move over my ass, then he grips, lifts, and drops me on the bed. Falling to his knees in front of me, his mouth trails down my chest and over my stomach. One hand remains on my breast and gives my nipple a harsh twist as his head moves lower.
Is he really? Yes. Yes, he is. My back arches as his tongue flicks over my clit then sucks on it. My body lightly shakes from him paying extra attention to the spot that’s already so sensitive. But he doesn’t let up. His fingers push inside me. When he looks up, his eyes on mine, his mouth curves into a wicked grin. Yeah. He’s as evil as me, but fuck, his tongue is godsent.
I grasp his hair and hold his mouth to me, rocking my hips. Unable to resist, my head drops back as I savor every lick, every suck, every twist of his tongue until another wave flows through my body. Releasing the hold I have on him, he crawls up and drops on the bed beside me.
As I lie there limply, my eyes still closed, I feel him move over me. When I open my eyes, his face is there, unrecognizable because I can’t read him. I swear I see an ache in his expression, but no. No. He can’t after what just happened. I need him to be an asshole, not look at me like he wants more. I need that commanding, in-control-asshole look or this won’t work.
He lowers to me but doesn’t touch anything except his lips to mine, giving me a slow kiss. It’s not tender, but it doesn’t have the passion, or hatred that was just flowing between us. He drops down on the bed beside me, his hands rub over his face as he says, “I’m so fucking exhausted.”
