Page 14 of Dirty Play

“I want you, Cade.”

“What do you want, Tink? I want to know exactly what you want from me.”

“I want you to fuck me. I want your fingers, your tongue, your cock until I can’t even remember my own name. I want you to test my limits—be rough, take control of my body as you take what you need.”

She moans as I slide my fingers in deeper, arching them forward until I press on the spot deep inside that has her squirming against me. Her pussy tightens around my fingers as I begin thrusting them in and out while my thumb rubs small circles against her clit—her moans getting louder and louder.

“You want me to fuck you, Tink? Is that what you want? You want my cock buried so deep inside this cunt you won’t even remember any other cock that has been inside of you?” I ask, my free hand gripping her throat, this time with more pressure.

This time, I’m holding her in place, showing her who’s in control.

This time, I’m showing her I'm capable of controlling her, just like she desires.

“Yes,” she whimpers as I press harder, my circles still slow as I pull her toward the edge. Her body molds to my touch like she craves it. She leans into me, wanting as much of our bodies touching as possible.

“Then be a good girl and come for me—I want my hand soaked with your cum. Only then will you get my cock,” I growl against her ear, tightening my grip against her neck, immediately noticing the way her eyes light up, growing wild with lust. The moment I press down on her clit while angling my fingers even further toward myself so I hit perfectly against the spot, she detonates.

“Yes, Cade,” she moans.

The second she says it, it’s the green light I need, and all blood immediately rushes to my cock. It’s all I need to hear to throw caution to the wind. With my hand on her throat, I pull her into me, slamming her lips against mine, swallowing her moans as she falls apart. Her orgasm hits her hard and fast, coating my fingers in a rush as her body starts shaking.

“Such a good fucking girl for me,” I murmur against her lips, letting her ride out the high. I pull back for just a moment to look at her—her cheeks are flush, her makeup smudged, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen her look so perfect. “God damn, Tink. You look so pretty like this.”

She lets out a cute whine as I nip her lip, demanding access, before immediately opening to let me in. Our tongues tangle and teeth gnash as we both take what we need. I can’t tell you how long we sit here, her body pliant in my lap, spent from her orgasm. Our mouths explore as I grind her against me until her body stills. She moans in my mouth, her hand sliding into my hair, and I nearly come like a fourteen-year-old boy at the sweet sound. Her hands tug, pulling my hair, as I keep fucking her mouth with my tongue, wishing it was her pussy.

Begrudgingly, I remove my hand, gripping her shirt with both hands, breaking our kiss just long enough to pull it off, leaving her in just a black lace bra that matches her panties.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy like this,” I tell her, my mouth pressing kisses down her neck as I grip her breasts through her bra, my thumb and finger finding her nipple and pinching firmly until she’s squirming above me. “These tits, fuuuuck. I need to see them, all of them. I’ve dreamed about these fucking tits, your low-cut shirts always teasing me, just asking me to play with them. I knew they would be my ruin,” I growl, her eyes widening at my declaration. Unclasping her bra with one hand, I toss it to the ground, staring at her perfect body before me.

I grip them both, tweaking her nipples, rolling them between my thumb and finger as she whimpers, her hips starting to move. I replace my fingers with my mouth, her hands gripping my hair as she holds me in place. I suck and bite her nipples, marking her breasts with my teeth, leaving hickeys to remind her exactly who she belongs to.

A physical reminder of who made her body feel like this.

I’ve never been like this before. Never wanted to leave my mark on a woman. But with Gwen, I want her to remember this. I want her to remember it was me who made her feel like this. Because I’m pretty sure after tonight, she’s going to leave a mark on my heart.

Her hands grip me closer as she squirms in my lap, my teeth continuing to tease her flesh until her head falls back in pleasure.

“These tits are perfect,” I growl.

Before I can move, her hands are on me. She grips the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up and over my head, forcing my hat off in the process. She immediately puts it back on with a smirk. Her hands are back on my body without another word, her pupils blown from lust.

“Fuck, Cade,” she moans as I slip my hand back into her panties, only this time I slide two fingers through her wetness, coating my fingers in her arousal. Pulling them out, I bring them to my mouth, relishing in the way her eyes widen as I slide my fingers in my mouth, tasting every last drop of her.

“Sweet, just like I knew you’d be,” I whisper before bringing my fingers back, pushing in further this time, slowly building up a rhythm. “You’re strangling my fingers there, Tink. It’s going to be a tight fit when it’s my cock. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I want to feel it. I want to feel you,” Gwen whimpers as I pick up the pace, my thumb pressing against her clit as I work her closer and closer to orgasm. I lean back, one arm resting on her couch while my other stays firmly inside her, slowly moving, stretching her. She may think she wants to feel it stretch her, but that’s before she’s seen it.

“What’re you doing?” she asks, looking down at me as her hips start grinding against my hand.

“You want to feel it? You want me to stretch you wide as I fuck you for the first time?”

“Yes,” she moans, her hips grinding harder.

“Then take me out, Tink. Touch me, see me first, then decide. I’ll fuck you however you want me to, give you exactly what you need. That much, I promise. But let’s make informed decisions first.” I smirk. “Now, use your hands and pull me out.”

She looks down at me for a second, her hands resting on my chest as she looks down at my cock with curiosity. With added pressure on her clit, I start working my fingers inside her faster and faster, her face beginning to flush again, another orgasm getting closer and closer.

Perfect. I want to give her at least one more before I fuck her. If she wants to feel it, if she wants my cock to do the work, who am I to take that from her? My cock is already weeping at the thought of being inside this tight, wet cunt.

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