“I can’t promise I’ll be gentle if you keep doing that,” he said.
“Doing what?”
“Clenching around me.”
At his words, I clenched again, unaware I had been doing it before, and he growled, low and deep. The muscles in his arms were tense next to my head, and he leaned on his elbows. I didn’t think he’d take me like this, picturing him more a bend-over-and-fuck kind of guy. But I liked him on top of me where I could watch his body. Every motion, every tense and release of his muscles as he began rocking against me. That slow, incredible rhythm of his made me wish I were watching from the other side of the room, taking in the gyration of his hips until I went crazy with lust. As a flush of warmth flooded my already wet pussy at the thought, I moaned, not wanting to be anywhere but under him. The slick drag of cock inside me was nothing short of magic, and I cried out every time Cade pushed fully in. His hands gripped the sheets, bunching the fabric up under his fingers, and I realized how hard he was trying to take it slow, allowing me to adjust to his size.
It felt amazing.
Until it wasn’t enough.
“More…” I whispered.
Cade opened his eyes, watching my face as he pulled almost all the way out before slamming hard into me. I cried out a strangled “Yes,” and something in him changed.
He became more animal than human.
Cade gripped my hips, and he fucking unleashed on me. Whatever I was expecting from him, this man who seemed so sweet, funny, and relaxed, it wasn’t to be fucked within an inch of my life. A growl resonated from his chest as hisgrip on me increased, pounding into me mercilessly. My body accommodated him, and every inch of him was sweet pleasure and stretch. When I moved to grip his arms, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty before he flipped me over.
“Cade…”
He pressed his hand to my head, shoving my cheek into the pillow before leaning over me. He dragged his cock back and forth over my clit again, and I moaned, grinding against him. “Grip the pillows if you have to, angel, but keep your head and hands down, or I’ll have to punish you.”
I wiggled my ass against him, enticing another growl that made me smirk.
What if I wanted to be punished?
As though reading my thoughts, his hand snaked around my throat, his voice low and dangerous next to my ear. “I didn’t hear a response from you.”
“Yes…”
“Yes,what?”
My jaw tensed as I grit my teeth, and he chuckled. One hand stayed on my throat, and when the other moved between my legs, he pinched my clit gently between his fingers, rolling the sensitive bud until I was jerking underneath him.
“Yes?” he prompted, his voice still a dangerous whisper against me.
This wasn’t at all what I expected from Cade—the man he was in bed was a darker version of him. I didn’t feel unsafe, but fuck, he feltdangerous.His threats for punishment were real and, with them, the promise of absolute pleasure. But I wasn’t going to submit that easily. Although every nerve in my body was screaming at me to simply say the word and let him be the boss, it wasn’t my nature to do so. I was no BDSM Dom by any stretch, but I liked to take control, to ride a man while holding his wrists against the headboard, watching his head loll and eyes screwshut as I fucked his brains out.
Cade was claiming that control back from me.
God, part of me wanted him to use me.
A big part of me.
Who was I kidding? Almost all of me, except this remaining stubborn streak, not willing to give in without a fight.
I whimpered as he continued his assault on my clit, his cock’s hard length sliding against my leg as he continued slow thrusts. Cade kissed and nipped at my neck, the gentle ministrations thrown off by his grip on my throat. My climax was building, but I’d dug myself into a hole now, and with each second that passed, letting go of that thread of control that remained was getting harder. The problem was I was no good at admitting I was wrong. I could feel his lips against my neck, smiling, feeling my internal battle. My lips pressed together to keep the wordsirfrom slipping past, but my hips ground against the air, wanting more.
He slipped a finger inside me, and I moaned against the pillow.
“It’s not enough for you, is it, angel?” Cade muttered. “You don’t want my fingers, you need my cock, stretching you, claiming you.” He pumped his finger in my pussy a few times, the room filling with the obscene sounds of arousal I couldn’t hide, no matter how stubborn I wanted to be.
“Please,” I begged him for the release that was right there as his fingers returned to my clit, practically throbbing with the need to come. Cade’s fingers tightened around my throat, and I gasped.
“Please,what?”
Gritting my teeth, I whimpered before moaning again as another jolt of pleasure coursed through me.
