Page 54 of The Dragon's Mate Proposal

With Cade, it was different. More intense, more personal. I wasn’t out to get fucked. I wanted to have sex with him. I wanted him. So, when he hooked his fingers through the waistband and pulled, I swallowed, suddenly nervous about baring it all to him.

There was no reason for me to be. He’d seen it all before. Intimately. That didn’t matter, I realized, taking a deep breath as he pulled his own pants down, exposing his hard cock to me. This time was different.

Cade kissed the inside of my thigh, turning my legs to mush, all but forcing me to sit down. His cock rested up toward his stomach, sliding easily between my pussy lips as I straddled him. A twitch ran through his body as I ground myself against it, eyes closed, focusing on him and how he seemed to find another level of hard.

“Sam,” he half-whispered, half-growled. “So fucking hot. I’m ready to bust already.”

“Don’t you dare,” I giggled. “I’ve already been shut down once.”

“You were drunk,” he said pointedly.

“I’m not today,” I countered.

“True. Very true.”

Then he spun me around, pinning me to the ground with such speed and intensity I yelped. Now, Cade was on top, using one massive hand to lock my wrists and push them down into the blanket above my head. His other hand reached down, gripping the thick, meaty shaft of his cock and using it to tease me from my opening to my clit and back again until my body was trembling. Aching. Yearning.

“Please,” I whispered. “Keep going.”

“Are you sure?” he replied mischievously.

“Yes.”

“Positive?”

I nodded eagerly.

His eyes flared with lust. Raw. Unbridled.

“Give it to me,” I moaned, fresh warmth surging between my legs as he pushed deeper.

“Say you want it,” he growled in a deep baritone.

“I want it,” I said, doing as told. “I want you. Inside me. Please.”

The world exploded in stars and brightness as he finally pushed inside me, spreading my walls, filling them until they were forced to stretch around his girth. Not so much as to be painful, but enough that it threatened to break something in my brain.

He groaned, a twitch pulsing through his cock strong enough I could feel it. Then he made himself swell, using that flexing ability men had, and I gripped the blanket above my head as best I could with restrained hands, pulling it in to my fists as the swelling of his cock knocked my breathing out of rhythm.

“So wet,” he said as he buried himself fully, then slid out and back in, slow and purposeful in his lovemaking, designed to drive me wild but also leave me wanting more of it. More of him.

The instant he let go of my wrists, my fingernails dug deep into his shoulders and the back of his neck as I pulled him in for a kiss, moaning into his mouth as his hard cock filled my pussy over and over again, taking agonizing seconds to withdraw and return.

I was shuddering, shivering, so on edge I couldn’t control myself. My hips thrust up, trying to capture his cock, to bring it faster.

But he refused. His strength was too overwhelming, too overpowering. I had no control. It was all ceded to him, and he used it to his advantage at every turn.

I was just along for the ride.

Then, without warning, he thrust into me hard until my hips rebounded from the impact of his own.

“Oh, fuck!” I cried, the sounds morphing into wordless moans as he drove deep over and over again. My body shook, my tits bouncing up and down, drawing the attention of his eyes.

“Come for me,” he growled into my ear.

And I did. I was on the edge until that moment, but the intensity of his command, the expected obedience, it was too much. I gave myself to him, and I came hard all over his cock, coating it in cream while I held onto his neck for dear life, the rest of my body twitching and writhing with pleasure.

Cade didn’t stop. He didn’t slow down. I tried to catch my breath, but he didn’t let me, speeding up. Going faster. And faster. My body shook like a wild animal as I cried out.

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