Page 80 of Fight For Us


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“Kade…” she whines. “We don’t have all night.”

“We have all the time in the world.” I drag my finger back up her other arm, trailing a path between her breasts and down her stomach.

“You’re killing me.”

Locking her hand over mine, Presley moves my hand to her breast and squeezes. Fuck. My cock jumps inside of her. I can’t control it anymore. I need to move.

My thrusts are slow and easy. I want to make this last as long as possible. Feel each drag inside of her as she squeezes around me.

It’s fucking perfect being with her like this.

“Faster, Bubs.”

The only sounds in the room are skin slapping against skin. The sound of breaths as we each build closer and closer to coming.

Sweat clings to my skin as I dig my fingers into her hips.

“Fuck. I’m going to come, Kade.”

I’m watching her in the mirror, and her eyes are shut tight and mouth in an O shape. I pump harder. I want to feel her choke my cock as she comes.

It can’t come soon enough as I go harder and faster.

“Come on. Fucking come so I can come,” I grunt.

“Oh, oh, oh!”

Her moans are quiet as she finally tips over the edge.

“Yesss.”

I hold on tight and keep going. Feeling each squeeze of her pussy around me makes my balls draw up tight. I’m so close but want to enjoy the feeling of being inside her a little longer. But I can’t stave off the feeling when I come on a quiet roar.

I collapse over her, covering her body with my own. My breathing is labored as I still inside of her. I don’t know how each time with her is better than the last. Getting to be with Presley again is heaven on earth.

After pulling out and dealing with the condom, I scoop Presley into my arms and carry her over to the bed. “Can you stay?” she murmurs.

Lying next to her, I pull the comforter over the two of us, relishing that I get to have her in my arms. “I’m not going anywhere, Presley.”

“Good. I like having you like this again, Bubs.”

“I’ve missed being here. And hearing you call me that.”

“Is it okay?” she asks.

“More than okay.”

She burrows close. “Good. I’m hoping one of these days you might actually get to wake up in my bed with me.”

“I hope so too. Until then, I’m just going to settle for giving you as many orgasms as I can until I have to leave.”

“Oh, yeah?” She rests her chin on my chest, staring up at me.

Her blue eyes are soft.

“You got a problem with that?”

“With you making me feel like I’m flying? No problem whatsoever.”