Page 35 of Fight for You

"Fuck, baby girl," I groan when we have to break apart to breathe. I bury my face in her throat, filling my lungs full of her familiar scent. She still smells so innocent. Her skin is both sweet and salty on my tongue…the best of both worlds.

"Cade, please," she pleads, attacking my neck with her teeth.

A loud growl rips from my chest when she bites me. I buck my hips and then separate from her just enough to rip her leggings down her body. The worn and faded material tears just like her shirt did, ripping along the seams. She hisses like a little kitten when I have to pull back to get them down her legs. Her panties go with them.

"Cade!" she shouts when I thrust two fingers inside her.

She's so tight, so wet…I think I might actually cry because I can't eat her out and fuck her at the same damn time. How's a man supposed to survive without doing both at once when that bare pussy demands both?

"Do you still remember what I feel like inside you, baby girl?" I ask, my voice so thick with need it's almost unrecognizable. I twist my fingers, rubbing against her G-spot and making her shout my name and buck her hips. A grin tips my lips up, satisfaction roaring through me. She was always responsive to me. All I had to do was touch her and she was ready to go off like a cannon. "You still make yourself come thinking about how I used to make you so crazy you'd beg me to slide inside this tight pussy?"

"Yes!" she screams, her inner walls clamping down around my fingers.

I don't want her coming yet. Not until I'm balls deep inside her. When she comes, I want to feel it all over my cock. It probably won't calm my ass down or make me need her any less, but it'll feel fucking magical, and that's good enough for me.

"Cade, I need to come. Please," she begs me when I slide my fingers from inside her. The pout on her lips would be adorable, but my girl hasn't had me to take care of her in seven damn years and she's hurting for it.

I intend to fix it for her.

“You’re going to come. But you’re going to ride my fucking face like a good girl first, January,” I growl, dropping to my knees on the floor. I balance her on my shoulders, spreading her legs wider. Her pink pussy is right there at face level. So sweet. So fucking wet.

I blow across her clit.

“Cade!”

“Has anyone touched what belongs to me, January?” I ask, flicking my tongue out to bat her clit. “Do I have to fucking kill anyone for putting their hands where they don’t fucking belong, little monster?”

“N-no,” she groans. “God, no. It was always you.”

I figured as much, but I had to hear her say it. Maybe that makes me a dick. I don’t know. Right now, I don’t fucking care.

"It's always been you too," I rasp, claiming her cunt with my mouth. I seal my lips over her sweet slit and suck her like she’s my lifeblood. Because she fucking is. She’s the only thing that’s ever kept me breathing.

My eyes threaten to roll back in my head at having her taste on my tongue once more. It's even better than I remember. She tastes like she smells…like sugar and sin.

"Cade!" she screams again, her voice echoing in the quiet room as I thrust my tongue into her tight hole and fuck her with it. She tastes like heaven and sin wrapped into one delicious package.

Her hands find purchase in my hair, yanking at the roots as she rides out the pleasure. I let out a satisfied grunt around her clit, lavishing it with attention.

I lick and suck at her until she's quivering on me. Her pussy is pulsing and squeezing my tongue as if trying to pull me deeper. Her nails dig into my scalp, trying to hold on while I send wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her.

"I... Oh God... Cade!" she gasps, bouncing against my face as I continue to tease and torture her. Her legs start to shake uncontrollably as she nears that edge.

I drive two fingers into her cunt while still assaulting her clit with my tongue. That's all it takes—just one more thrust and a flick of my tongue and she’s drenching my face.

I roar against her pussy, drinking down every fucking drop. My free hand drops to my pants, ripping at the button.

I nearly sob with relief as I rip the zipper down and shimmy my jeans off my hips. My gun falls to the floor with a thunk, reminding me that it's there. I'm so lost in her I forgot all about it.

I drag her down into my arms, wrapping her legs around my hips again. Fucking desperate to get inside her.

My cock bumps her clit and I forget all about the gun. I forget about everything but her and how perfect she is with her head thrown back against the door and my name on her lips. They're swollen from my kisses and her cheeks are flushed. Those bright emerald eyes are dilated with lust as she stares at me, silently commanding me to get my shit together and get in her.

My body is hers to command.

"Hold on tight," I warn her, running my cock through her juices. Christ, she's soaked for me. I bet when she comes this time, she's going to drip down my balls.

Her nails dig into my shoulder blades as I line myself up with her pussy.

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