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“Touch yourself. I want you good and ready for my cock because I’m not going to take it easy on you,” I grunt, practically speaking caveman, every word harder to get out than the last. But like a good girl, she listens, slipping her shorts down and showing me her pretty pussy as she slips her fingers between her legs. All the while, my thrusts get faster and wilder, getting me closer and closer to the edge.

Fuck. I don’t want this to end. I want to keep going, keep thrusting my cock in and out of her mouth until we’re both spent and boneless.

But when she starts rubbing her clit, her soft moans vibrating around my cock, I’m done for. With my grip on her hair, I pull her off my cock until I’m sliding out of her mouth with a pop, drool hanging from her lips.

She actually looks offended for a moment before her eyes shift to watch me pump my cock, my pace slow but steady. Enough to keep my orgasm there, but not enough to finish.

“Open your mouth, Tink, let me paint that pretty tongue white.”

Her eyes haze over, her mouth falls open, tongue out like she’s ready and waiting.

It doesn’t take much, a few rough pumps and my orgasm hits like a freight train, starting at the base of my spine and shooting out like fireworks. My whole body starts tingling, every touch almost too much, but I continue pumping my cock until I’m unloading everything on her pretty tongue and lips, barely missing her sweatshirt.

Fucking hell, I thought she looked perfect earlier, but this is from another world. I wish I could take a mental picture of this moment, Gwen on her knees, covered in my cum, looking up at me like I hung the moon, while her fingers rub circles on her clit.

Grabbing her hand from my leg, I help her up, sliding her shorts down before lifting her back onto my lap. Her tongue glides out, licking my cum from her lips as she slides her two fingers, the ones she had just been fucking, between my lips. The taste of her now coats my tongue, her eyes twinkling as I lick her fingers clean.

“Delicious,” I grumble, slamming her lips into mine, the taste of her release mixing with mine, the combination enough to make me want more. My cock starts hardening between us, and I’m ready to take her again. Pulling back, her eyes widen when she feels me at her center.

“Already?” she moans as I rock my hips up, hitting her now bare clit, making her eyes roll back just slightly.

“For you? Always.”

Grabbing a condom, I tear it open and roll it on, all while she watches me with intrigue. Lifting her up, I angle my cock at her entrance and pull her down in one quick motion, filling her to the brim in one motion.

“Cade,” she groans, her voice raspy as she stills, adjusting to the sudden intrusion. “You’re so fucking big.”

“I told you to get ready for my cock, Tink,” I growl. “Now fuck me like you’ve dreamed about, show me exactly how you want me.”

Her eyes darken as her hips roll, each motion bringing me in deep, rubbing against her clit while she tries to find her rhythm. I bring my thumb down, gathering wetness before sliding it against her clit, the pressure just enough to drive her wild.

“You feel so good,” she groans, leaning forward to kiss me.

Our tongues tangle and teeth clash as I move to grip both her hips, lifting her and slamming her back down, matching her pace as we both race to the finish line. A faint flush on her cheeks tells me she’s getting close. Her movements turn frantic as she chases her release, and when she squeezes my cock, I know it’s here.

“Come for me, Tink,” I growl, pulling back from her lips. “Scream my name and let every one of your neighbors know exactly who you belong to.”

With my words acting like a match to gasoline, she combusts, dragging me over the edge with her. By the time she’s done, she collapses on me, her head on my shoulder, her breathing heavy. Instead of feeling the urge to lift her off me and leave, I want to stay.

Chapter 17

Gwen

Ever since Cade and I spent the night together, I’ve been in the best mood—of course, it helps that I had the day off. Today is no different, even if it is also stressful, with Kennedy’s surgery happening. I figured we would watch a movie, hang out a bit, and then he would go home. I didn’t expect him to spend the next four hours worshiping my body in every position he could think of.

Cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, pretzel dip, lotus… the list goes on, each one more impressive than the last. When we finally went to bed at nearly five in the morning, I fell asleep expecting him to be gone again when I woke up. Imagine my surprise when I roused to find his naked body still wrapped around my own, spooning me.

I had to practically peel his arms off me to get up to use the bathroom, and somehow, he slept through the entire thing. Once he was finally awake, which took a little coaxing from me, we spent the day eating, watching movies, and becoming more familiar with each other's bodies.

It was the first time we’ve hung out, just the two of us, that hasn’t felt forced. We talked about life some, although not too deeply. And we spent most of the time watching Harry Potter— while still naked—so it’s not surprising we have absolutely nothing figured out. I have no idea where we stand, and it’s a little unnerving. Where I’m used to living in a world of black and white, we are surrounded by a sea of gray.

When he was leaving this morning, having spent two nights at my place, he acknowledged that we were in the unknown. He voiced the one thing I needed to hear, though, when he told me that he cared about me enough not to run and wanted to give us time to figure out what this was between us. When he admitted it might not be easy for him and asked for some patience, I knew I would wait it out with him.

I mean, only time will tell how this all plays out. Are we friends who are having fun, messing around until we get this out of our systems? Or have we always been something more and just avoided acknowledging it until it became too much?

So far, this is enough for me. I don’t need him to be my boyfriend this second. Hell, I’m not even sure I want a boyfriend. How can I work, spend time with friends, and have a boyfriend? I barely have enough time outside of work as it is. I just need him to be my Cade—the added orgasms are just a bonus.

I’m walking over to check in with Kennedy one last time before her surgery. They have already started to prep the donor, getting them ready to go, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face at the realization that this is all finally happening.

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