I groan louder, and he adds a third finger, stretching me so wide, making me so full, readying me for his cock.
And then his fingers vanish, and he slots his cock at my hole and enters.
It stings, stretching around his thick length.
“Don’t move,” he murmurs, his voice strained as he slips in. Inch by inch. And then he bottoms out, his breath coming out in shuddering gasps.
“I missed this.”
“I did too,” I reply, squeezing my rim around him. He grunts and then leans down, kissing me softly. I feel it, feel him. And then he pulls his hips back and slides out, leaving just the tip in me before pushing back in. It’s a slow fuck, his hips moving like a wave lapping at the shore.
He’s pulling me in, like the moon and the tide.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last, butterfly,” he grunts as he thrusts into me.
“Come then.Come.”
He groans, his body trembling, and I feel his release pulse inside of me. He kisses me softly as he pulls out, and I feel his cum slip from me.
It lands on the sheets between my legs, sticking to my thighs.
But Cade isn’t done with me. Instead, he helps me turn over and readies himself for a ride.
A ride on me.
“So beautiful,” he tells me, his eyes roaming across my face, his fingers pushing in and out of him. I watch it all—the blush that spreads across his cheeks and chest, the way his eyelashes flutter.
And when he walks his knees up my chest and places my hard dick at his entrance, I hold my breath as he sinks onto it.
“Fucking good,” he groans, and then he starts to rock, gently, like he promised, but the sensation of being inside of him again is almost too much. I know I just came, but the warm heat of him, the knowledge that he’s letting me fuck him, is dragging my orgasm precariously close.
“You have the perfect cock, butterfly.”
“You too.”
Our eyes meet, and he leans down, kissing me once more, his tongue thrusting into my mouth as he continues to fuck his ass onto my dick.
And when I come again, it’s wrenched from me.
I didn’t even know I could do that, but then again, with Cade, anything seems possible.
This is just the beginning of our journey, and I can’t wait to find out what else we can accomplish.
Together.
33
CADE
Another month later
“Are you sore?” I whisper to Ansel as my brothers make themselves comfortable. It’s game night; the first since Harley swallowed the iron token. Ansel hasn’t felt up to joining in, and my brothers postponed it until he could be included.
As they fucking should.
“A little,” he whispers back. “Nothing compared to what happened to my hands, though. Or what you did to my ass last night. My hole definitely aches more than my forearm right now.”
“Totally worth it though.” I chuckle, skimming my hands over the clear plastic wrap covering his new tattoo. “On both counts.”
