“Pardon me?” Her eyes go wide.
It wasn’t so long ago she told me to beg in this exact room. This time, I’m running the show. Not her. “Beg, Willa.” My thumb trails down, and I press into her just slightly, seeing her legs tremble as the lace rasps over her soft, wet pussy lips.
Her head flops back down and her fingers twist on her nipples. “Please take me, Cade.”
Her back arches, and I drag a finger along the lace that’s skimming the edge of her pussy while continuing to press my thumb in, soaking the fabric.
Legs spreading even further, her body shudders. “I need it. I need you.” I throb painfully against my jeans at the way she emphasizes the word you. “I need you so badly, Cade. Please. Please fuck me.”
I lean down between her legs, taking a gentle bite of her flesh through the fabric, drawing a whimper from her lips. “And whose name are you going to scream when you come?”
“Yours.” I internally beat my chest when her response comes so quickly.
I pull my wallet from my back pocket, ready to pull out what is probably an expired condom. But she grabs at my arm. “No. I need to feel you.”
Fuck. I want that too.
“You sure?” She moans when I drop my head, tongue darting out to get a taste through the soaked fabric.
Her hips swivel and she gasps. “I’m on the pill.”
A deep groan rumbles in my chest. A possessive one. A satisfied one. “What a dirty fucking girl you are.” I suck her clit through the fabric, feeling her fingers raking across my scalp. “I’m going to fill you up, and you’ll thank me for it. But first, Willa”—I reach up and yank her panties down, taking a long look at the pink perfection before me—“I’m starving.”
Her hands shoot up to swipe over her face. “Oh god,” she moans as I drop back down to take a proper taste.
And then her hands land back on my head and her legs wrap around my shoulders, and I feel like I’m the one who should thank her.
23
Willa
I’ve died and gone to heaven. I’m sure of it. Because the way Cade wields his tongue is out of this world. He licks me. He sucks me. He bites me. And then he makes me thank him for it.
He’s reduced me to a puddle of hormones on the floor. Or as the case may be, on my bed, while he kneels on the ground and makes a meal out of me with one rough hand splayed against my inner thigh possessively as he slowly works two fingers into my pussy. I squirm and chant, “Cade,” like I’m in some sort of hot-single-dad-loving cult.
I’d be the leader of that cult. For sure.
“That’s it, baby, wide open for me. Are you clenching, Willa?”
“I don’t know,” I breathe out stupidly before leaning up on my elbows to look down at him. He’s all dark and foreboding, his lips glistening with, well, me. “I’m pretty sure I’m having an out-of-body experience.”
“Relax. I’m going to take care of you.” His thumb strokes along the tendons at the top of my upper thigh, making my head fall back on a sigh, my entire body relaxing as I do.
His fingers slide home and I gasp when they curl up into the best spot. No man should be able to find a clit through jeans and the g-spot in one night.
But the one kneeling between my legs can.
“So fucking tight.” His fingers work in and out, and when I glance down at him, his gaze worships between my legs. I feel myself stretching as his fingers twist and scissor. “So fucking wet.” His coal eyes move up, roaming my body hungrily, appreciating every dip and curve. “I’ve never seen such a pretty pussy in my life, Willa.”
Admittedly, I’ve never wondered much about the way my pussy looks. It’s always served its purpose just fine. She’s been a real champ, if you ask me. But I preen under that compliment from Cade. He’s older. More experienced. If he says it’s pretty, well, who am I to disagree?
I lick my lips as I stare down at him. “Thank you.” The words come easier every time. The expression of satisfaction on his face is my reward. At first I was a bit fired up over it, but satisfying Cade—seeing that expression on his face—it’s quickly becoming a favorite pastime of mine.
“Good girl,” he hums, touching my body so reverently that I squirm. He doesn’t rush, he doesn’t slam into me. His movements are languid as he wrings every ounce of pleasure from every corner of my body, and I’ve felt nothing like it before. “Now you’re going to come for me, baby.”