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He did as I ordered without question, dropping between my legs and spreading them further apart to make room for him. My cock bounced with anticipation as Cade started at my balls, licking, sucking and massaging them just enough to tease me into oblivion before taking that sweet tongue of his and licking me from base to head, slowly.

It was damn right torture as I thrust my throbbing cock against his lips, seeking entrance. He obliged without words, grabbing me at the base with his hand as he pumped me while simultaneously inching down on my cock.

My legs tightened around his head as pleasure surged through me, as he groaned around me. I could feel the beginnings of my precum forming, and he licked at the saltiness with a hunger that should have damn near been criminal.

My eyes fell shut, and I heard the sound of a drawer, followed by the sound of a cap before I felt a cold wetness spreading around my hole. Instantly, I arched my back off the bed, partly from the temperature but also because I felt the sudden rush of slick, wet fingers teasing my entrance. My ass clenched around the foreign invaders. His thumb brushed the outer skin, massaging me while he moved his fingers in and out slowly, all the while never letting up on my cock.

I thrust my hips into him, the motion driving my cock deeper until I hit the back of his throat, which also pulled his fingers in as far as they could go.

It wasn’t enough, I needed more.

I needed...

“Fuck me,” I breathed, the words pleading and desperate. I was so close to coming already, I knew I wouldn’t be able to last, but I needed to feel something much thicker and bigger than a few fingers right now.

“Please,” I added, if only because my manners were ingrained in me.

I wanted to feel him.

I wanted to feel the weight of his body on top of me, the stretch as he filled me, and I wanted to taste myself and my desire on his lips. I wanted to make a mess of him as much as I wanted him to make a mess of me.

I wanted to give Cade the one thing I’d never given anyone else.

Myself.

I’d never let anyone fuck me before. Mostly because in my head it was far more intimate to let someone else possess me like that, to be in control. I’d be at their mercy, instead of the one in control of things, and that was terrifying. In my mind, as stupid as it sounded, I’d always envisioned getting fucked as this ultimate act of love and devotion. It was a whole other thing separate from fast, hard, emotionless sex. In retrospect, I guess I wasn’t ready to let anyone in that close, close enough they’d see the masterpiece up front and would have realized it wasn’t as beautiful as it looked from afar.

But I had the utmost belief that Cade wouldn’t hurt me. That when he looked at me, he saw the mess, and he still thought it was beautiful.

Without a doubt, that’s what I wanted. For Cade to take me, to look me in the eye as he filled me to the brim, to kiss me until I couldn’t breathe while he brought me over that threshold into the unknown.

Together.

I trusted him. I knew somehow, though I couldn’t explain it, that he’d take care of me and make me feel loved because it was who he was.

And when he looked at me for a moment, my leaking cock rubbing against his abdomen with understanding, I knew that was it.

There was no going back.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his lubricated hand reaching for his own cock, which in the shadowed light looked ominous due to its size and thickness.

I momentarily wondered if he would break me in half, but decided if that was the case, so be it.

I wanted all of Cade Green. I wanted him to ruin me and put me back together again.

“Yeah, I’m sure. If... you’re okay with that, I mean,” I said, feeling momentarily worried maybe Cade wasn’t comfortable being a top, despite his new sudden interest of exploring his confidence, this new side of him as he said.

All worry and fear dissipated from his eyes when he looked at me, as he lathered himself up. The wet, slick sounds of the lube as he thrust his cock through his hand was driving me fucking bananas.

I leaned back on the bed, scooting up to give him better access as he slowly, languidly, leaned himself over me. I reached my hand up, fisting in his hair as I whispered against his lips, “I trust you.”

He looked at me with vulnerability, his cock poised at my entrance, waiting, teasing me. I thrust myself against him, noting how his cock twitched as I did so.

And when I looked up at him, I knew I was doomed.

Because I was no longer the same man I was before I walked through his door, before I’d set foot in Jasper Springs.

“I love you, Cade.” Surprisingly, the words came easily as I whispered them against his lips, kissing him with honesty.

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