Page 123 of Cross To Bear

How much fucking cum could she milk out of me? It seemed I was destined to find out, because Maddie had taken me to the edge again and again. I was finding it hard to breathe, my balls starting to ache in a painful way, not pleasurable. But each time she pulled away, stopping me from jumping off that edge to the most delirious climax I’d ever endured, my girl would ask me if I wanted more and I’d say yes. Always fucking yes, I couldn’t say no, because no meant it all stopped. No meant no more of this.

Me fucking myself on her fingers, feeling her get deeper, working my cock in and out of the sleeve of her palm, getting closer only for her to snatch her hand away.

“You’re not able to take as much.” She noted that with just a small amount of glee. “You’re getting so close. But I need you to be a good—”

“Not good.” I shook my head, as if that would dislodge the frantic buzz in my body, but it didn’t. “Not good, Maddie. I can’t be good.”

“Cayden…” She cleaned her hands off and then came to sit in front of me, tilting my head up so I stared into her eyes. “We can stop—”

“No, we can’t.” The bear surged forward then, seeing a moment of weakness and lunging to exploit. Our claws snapped out, digging into her fancy clothes as we jerked her forward. “And you don’t want me to be good, not really.”

“Cayden…”

I heard the thin note of fear in her voice, but I didn’t fucking care anymore. She’d pushed me past my limits, and now it was all falling apart. My control, what kept me from snatching her from Jesse’s arms the minute we met and dragging her back to my lair. My humanity was shredding apart like dead leaves crushed in my hand.

“I’ll play if you want me to.” I tilted my head to one side. “I’ll even crave it sometimes, but underneath all of that is me.” My eyes, the bear’s eyes stared into hers. “I’m your fucking mate, Maddie, and it’s past time you accepted that.”

I expected her to shrink back, claw the bedding to get free of me, but instead her eyes glittered as she met my stare.

“Finally…”

I shook my head, letting out a dark laugh, right as I lunged forward.

Chapter 69

I’d had my fun, but now it was time to pay the piper, and I couldn’t have been happier.

Cayden’s lips crashed down on mine, a small spot of blood exploding in our mouths as he kissed me savagely, but I met him kiss for kiss, because that was the thing. I wasn’t just teasing him all this time. Watching him experience one level of pleasure, then another and another, pushing him ever onwards, filled me with a sense of power and made me envy him with an intensity I hadn’t expected to feel. I wanted to be panting beneath him, begging for more, just as I wanted to make him beg. So when he threw me down on the bed, we both won.

“These fucking clothes…” he snarled. “Hope you aren’t attached to them.” Before I could answer, claws appeared at the end of his fingers to tear at the seams of my skirt. “That’s it. This is what I fucking need.” He swept a clawed hand down my stomach, forcing me to hold my breath, right before he shredded my underwear. “This.” His claws disappeared as his now blunt thumb slid through my folds, only for him to push it between his lips.

“You’re all wet for me.” I didn’t need to reply as he shot me a jagged smile, flashing his fangs in the moonlight. “That’s my girl.”

But the smile faded as he pushed his hips between mine, looming over me. His hand went down between us, the head of his cock going right where his fingers were seconds later, as he shuddered. His eyes snapped up, blazing almost white right now as his lips peeled back in a snark.

“Fuck, Maddie, I can’t…”

Whatever apology he was about to make, he was going to have to ask for forgiveness instead, because he slammed his cock inside me, making my whole body jump off the bed. Too much, that was what my brain told me, then not enough, as his mouth came back to mine. Long, sweet, panting kisses; my cunt quickly grew accustomed to this sudden intruder, or rather came to crave it.

“Crash…” Because that’s what he was again for me, the big man pulling back to slam right back in. “Oh fuck, Crash…”

“Can’t make it good for you.”

His voice was strangled, his disappointment clear, but I forced his head up so his eyes met mine.

“So good,” I assured him, moving my own hips in time with his strokes then egging him on to go a little faster. “So good for me. I feel so full.”

“You’ve got no idea how full you’re about to be.”

His hips snapped, driving into me harder, faster, my words tacit permission to fuck me stupid and I was here for it. My body felt light, boneless, battered into submission, even as I clung to him, trying to give back everything I got. But then it all fell apart. My mouth open, my cries choked off as pleasure roared up and swallowed me whole.

“Now?”

Just one little word, said almost sadly, as Crash stared down at me, stiffening as every wave of my orgasm wracked me, only for him to push forward one more time and lock down inside me.

Fuck…

I’m pretty sure I hissed something to that effect as he shook his head.

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