Page 78 of Bound By Shame


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He snickers and grinds down on me again. “There’s so much I can show you. Things that feel incredible… for both of us.”

My hips move on their own, syncing to his rhythm. Every pass sends shockwaves through me. Then he snakes a hand down, grasping both our cocks and reducing me to a primal need for the second time in less than an hour.

“Jesus, hold on?—”

“Stop fighting it,” he whispers into a messy kiss.

“Cade.” His name is the only word I know as he strokes us into oblivion. It’s building in my groin. My balls draw up tight. I’m unravelling. Too soon and not soon enough. Wrapping an arm around his waist, I flip us. He laughs and it tastes like reckless sin. His nails scrape up my back as I take over, rutting our cockstogether while he jerks us, rough and erratic. His legs tremble. I fuse our lips, drinking his gasps and moans.

Then he arches, his jaw going slack with his climax. My vision blacks out. The orgasm rips through me violently.

“Goddamn,” he sighs.

Spent and exhausted, I bury my face in his neck. “Mhmm.”

His fingertips trace the scratches he carved into my shoulders. Then I remember what he said earlier.

I prop up on my elbows and glare down at him. “How many guys have you been with?”

He squints. “Two. Well, now three.”

I fucking hate that.

“How many girls?”

He thinks for a second. “Three.”

Hate that too.

“And did you… do it… with all of them?”

The bastard's smug smirk is pissing me off.

“Do what?”

He's the bane of my existence. “You know.”

He feigns confusion. “Kiss them? Sure.”

Christ, this asshole is gonna make me say it. Gritting my teeth, I hiss, “Sex.”

“Ahh,” he nods. “Yeah, I've done that.”

I'm convinced he gets off on tormenting me. “Obviously. Withhow manyof them?”

“Uh-ohhh, someone's jealous,” he sings.

“That's not an answer.”

He walks two fingers up my neck. “If I tell you, you gotta promise not to hunt them down and crucify them.”

“How. Many.”

“Enough to figure out what I like.” He shrugs. Like it's no big deal. Like it's notactuallymaking me murderous.

“And Marcus?”

“We fooled around, but no anal.”