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“Patience, cupcake,” he murmured, his voice a soothing contrast to the intensity of his touch.

He added another finger, stretching me, getting me ready. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and anticipation. My body was on edge, every touch sending waves of ecstasy through me.

“Please,” I begged, my voice trembling. “I need you inside me.”

Fade didn’t need any more encouragement. He pulled his fingers out, positioning himself behind me. I felt the tip of his cock press against my asshole, and I moaned, pushing back against him.

“Ready, cupcake?” he asked, his voice filled with a mix of desire and tenderness.

“Yes,” I whispered, my body trembling with need. “I want you.”

He pushed inside me slowly, his cock filling me completely. Pleasure and pressure that left me gasping. He paused, letting me adjust to the feeling, his hands caressing my back soothingly.

“You feel so fucking good,” he murmured, his voice filled with awe.

I moaned, pushing back against him, wanting more. He took the hint, pulling out slightly before thrusting back in. The rhythm was slow at first, each thrust deliberate, building the intensity.

“Fade,” I moaned, my voice filled with need.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, more urgent. The sensation was overwhelming, waves of pleasure crashing over me with each movement. I could feel my body tensing, the orgasm building, ready to explode.

“Come for me, cupcake,” he growled, his voice rough with desire.

That was all it took. My body convulsed, the orgasm ripping through me, leaving me breathless and trembling. Fade followed moments later, his release sending shudders through both of us.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies spent and trembling. Fade pulled me close, his arms wrapping around me as we caught our breath. “God damn,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “That was fucking amazing.”

I snuggled into his chest, feeling a contentment I hadn’t known before. “Oh yeah,” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion.

We lay there in silence for a while, the only sound our ragged breathing slowly returning to normal. I couldn’t believe what had just happened, how incredible it had been. Fade’s touch, his words, everything about him made me feel alive in a way I never had before.

“Maybe we should lock the door next time,” I said with a small laugh, breaking the silence.

Fade chuckled, his chest vibrating against mine. “Yeah, probably a good idea,” he agreed, his voice warm and teasing.

I was just glad he agreed there would be a next time.

Chapter Seventeen

Fade

“We had groceries delivered while we waited.”

Adalee’s cheeks flushed, and she pressed into my side.

“Dove found a recipe,” Sloane explained.

“Hopefully it’s good. I’m not much of a baker, but I wanted cake,” Dove shrugged.

“Adalee is a baker,” I said proudly. “She’s a cake decorator.”

Sloane’s eyes bugged out, and Dove’s jaw dropped.

“I was a cake decorator,” Adalee interjected. “Feels like it was in a different lifetime.”

“Damn, girl, you’ve had all the cool occupations. Sloane and I just worked in an ice cream factory.” Dove pulled out her phone and swiped a few times. “I’m sure this recipe I found is nothing compared to what you can make.” She held the phone out to Adalee.

Adalee shyly took the phone and looked over the recipe. “Uh, it looks good. I would adjust a couple of things.”

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