Hearing her say my name is better than drugs. My chest tightens like her hand does in my hair, nearly ripping the dark strands out. I want to hear her scream it louder. I want my name to stay on her lips forever.
Stacey’s legs try to clamp shut as she unravels against my tongue, crushing my fingers. I pump them in and out, hard and fast, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I circle my tongue on her throbbing clit.
She’s suffocating me with her thighs through each pulse and jolt of her orgasm, but I don’t mind. I’ll happily pass out right where I am with her juices all over my face.
“You taste so good,” I say as I lap up each drop of her arousal. “So fucking good.”
She pants, a sweat building on her skin. “Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah.” I pull my fingers out of her, and she winces.
I climb up her trembling body, pressing my hardness against her pussy, desperate to be deep inside her. “Open your mouth.” To piss her off, I add, “Filthy little slut.”
She snarls, nails dragging and splitting the skin of my stomach, causing each muscle to constrict. “Don’t call me that.”
My cock twitches at the pain, the raging look on her face. She still wants me though – she’s hooking her ankles behind my back and pulling me against her more.
I snatch her jaw and pry her mouth open. “Tongue out.”
I gather her taste in my mouth then spit into hers.
Her orgasm-dazed eyes stay on me as it slides down her throat.
I hum. “See? You’re delicious.”
She nods and takes my wrist, bringing my fingers to her mouth to suck her own cum from them. I grow harder at the sight of her gagging as I sink them right in, my knuckles hitting her teeth.
“Good girl.”
Her eyes are on fire with my praise, watching my mouth as I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. When I pull my fingers out, she glares at me. “You called me a slut.”
I nod. “I did.”
She wipes her mouth and sits up, shoving me onto my side. Then she gets to her feet, fisting her hands as she walks towards the bathroom .
“What are you doing?” I ask, standing from my position on the floor. My cock hardens even more when she pulls her top off, giving me her naked back.
I gulp as she glances over her shoulder at me. “I’m going for a shower.”
I hold my breath. Does she have any idea how fucking beautiful she is?
She’s completely naked. And my cock is painfully hard.
She walks into the bathroom, not bothering to close the door.
Shit.
Don’t follow her.
Don’t follow her.
Don’t follow her.
What’s the worst that can happen? I’ve already screwed her on this trip.
“Fuck it.”
34
KADE
As soon as I climb into the shower with her, it takes me everything not to drop to my knees and beg for her forgiveness for who I’ve become.
Even if I did, and she asked me to stop all that I’ve been doing, I can’t.
I lied when I said I’d had two years to get over her.
Her green eyes drop to my dick, and she wraps her hand around it, using her grip to yank me towards her. “Am I a slut?”
I bite my lip. “You’re my slut.”
She narrows her eyes, watching me as she starts to pump me in her hand. “Better. But I’m not yours.”
“And I’m not yours.”
She keeps stroking my cock, but I grip her wrist, because I’m far too turned on to hold back if I need to cum. I want to spill inside her. I want to see it drip from her cunt, only so I can use my fingers to stuff it back inside her.
Not once have I ever wanted to cum inside someone, but with Stacey, I crave it. Maybe it’s because she was once carrying our child and I witnessed the start of the swelling of her womb. I loved her already, but knowing she was going to be the mother of my child made me worship her in ways I had no idea existed.
I wanted to marry her at the age of nineteen, for fuck’s sake.
We were young, but we were fully prepared to take on every single hurdle that would’ve been thrown at us.
Until that last one.
I shake off my thoughts and stare at the beautiful woman in front of me – her freckled, tanned skin, the curves she hates but I love.
I walk her into the water, turning her then pressing my front to her back and caressing her tits. I roll each nipple between my finger and thumb. My cock twitches against her ass.
“I need more.”
I pinch her nipple, and her head drops back to my chest. “More what?” I ask.
“Of you. This. The way it feels.”
Same. Fucking same here.
“How does it feel?”
“Good,” she replies, grabbing the back of my head with one hand and reaching the other behind her for my dick. “It feels good like this, Kade.”
My balls tighten as she carefully works me in her palm.
“That’s all?” I ask, sucking drops of water off her heated skin, working my lips up the side of her throat. “I’m going to make you feel more than fucking good.”
I could thrust forward and be fully sheathed in her depths. One wet movement, and I’d be inside her. One thrust, and she’d be full of my cock.
I move Stacey’s grip off my dick, both my hands on her ass now, spreading her cheeks. The swollen crown eases between them, and I stop pushing forward when the head reaches the entrance of her pussy. “You want this?”
“Yes,” she breathes, fisting my hair and arching her back so I have a better angle. “Please fuck me, Kade.”
“So pretty when you beg,” I whisper against her ear as the tip of my dick slowly sinks into her. “So fucking pretty.”
A hard thrust, and I’m wrapped securely by her cunt.
We both gasp, and I stay still, trying to stop my pounding heart from jumping out of my chest.
“Hands on the tiles.”
She lets go of my hair and does as she’s told, bending slightly.
I wipe my palm down my face, watching her body, my cock inside her, her pussy firmly capturing it. I run my hand down her spine, stopping at the base and pressing my thumb against her tight hole, making her flinch. “Can I fuck you here?”
“Absolutely not.”
I chuckle and move my thumb. “Next time.”
She doesn’t respond, so I grab her nape and force her to bend further.
I kick her legs apart and grab her hips, pulling out to the tip then sinking inside again. So tight. I pump slowly, rolling my hips against her. Each thrust is carefully controlled and deep.
She moves with me as the water soaks us, as we find a rhythm where my cock is buried deeper into her depths. “Harder,” she begs.
I pull out completely, and Stacey nearly screams as I thrust back in with force. Again. Again. Fucking her faster and harder until my lungs are seizing and my balls are slapping her clit. My teeth crash together, and I grab both of her wrists, slamming her body against the tiles as I keep shoving my cock inside her.
She moans repeatedly, reaching back to grip my hair again and tugging with full force while I devour her throat with my mouth and teeth. Pain and pleasure wrack my body, and my cock swells inside her.
She turns her head, her eyes finding mine, and I want to press my mouth to hers. She’s looking at me like I used to mean everything to her, and it pisses me off, but not because I don’t feel the same.