Page 100 of Rewrite Our Story

I arch when he strokes his cock against me. “Maybe,” I tease.

He pushes in slightly, taunting me by not seating himself fully inside me. “It better be about me.” He pushes in just a little further. “Fuck, I’m so turned on by the thought of you thinking of me while writing those dirty scenes of yours.”

Even though he was inside me yesterday, I still feel myself stretch around him as I get used to his thickness. He’s slow as he works his way deeper and deeper. It’s so achingly slow that my hips buck to try and speed him up.

“I’m going to take my time with you,” he says, proving his point by the pace he keeps while rocking in and out of me.

I forcefully grab his neck, pulling him down so I can taste his lips again. He tastes like me, and I love it. His tongue slides into my mouth at the same time he fully pushes himself inside me, stopping for a moment to give me time to adjust.

I moan. He steals it from my mouth, responding with his own sound of pleasure. It feels too good—too perfect—as he pushes in and out. It feels so good that I don’t know how I’m going to leave Sutten, how I’m going to leave this.

He has a way of fucking me and making love to me at the same time. His hips pick up pace but his tongue takes its time.

It’s just the two of us, the house he built, and the marigolds he planted. Everything is too perfect. I never want to leave this moment.

I moan when he circles his hips. He just made me come and I feel like I could come again. If it weren’t for him, I’d think multiple orgasms are meant for romance novels. He knows my body so perfectly that he knows how to steal one after another from me. Making sure my body is completely spent by the time he’s done with me.

Cade’s lips move from my mouth. He finds my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin enough to leave a mark. He does it again, and I don’t have to say anything to know he’s marking me on purpose.

I love it. I want to be branded by him. He eases the sting of his bites with his tongue, distracting me from the pain by reaching between us and brushing his thumb along my clit.

It doesn’t take long for another orgasm to build and rip through me. This time, I moan against his mouth. My fingers dig into the muscles of his back as he pushes in and out of me.

As I come down from the orgasm, he pulls away. His lips are now red, too. I’m sure my cheeks and mouth are red from the scratch of his facial hair. They feel raw.

I lift my hips slightly, trying to let Cade deeper in. “Your turn,” I say, my words coming out more like a plea.

He gives me a cocky smirk. “Maybe. But I’m not coming until I get one more out of you.”

“I don’t know…” My words trail off but he seems to know exactly what I mean.

He pulls out of me suddenly, taking me by surprise. Before I can argue, he’s pressing his front to my back and turning me to my side. He lifts my leg and drapes it over his hip. It’s a position we haven’t been in before, but when he slides inside me again, it feels totally different.

The position feels too good. His lips press to the back of my neck as he pushes in and out of me.

“Cade.” His name comes out as a moan. The arm wrapped under me reaches to play with one nipple before it moves to the other. His other hand works against my clit, stroking me furiously, as he moves in and out of me.

His rhythm is achingly slow, but he goes so deep that the slow thrusts feel better than I could’ve ever imagined. I’m so sensitive from the orgasms he’s already given me. With every slow, deep thrust of his, I get closer and closer to another orgasm.

“I’m going to come inside you, Goldie. I better feel you come too as my cum fills you.”

My head falls backward with a powerful moan. I want to kiss him, but this position feels too good. I don't care that I can’t reach his mouth. My teeth dig into my lip with each moan that falls from my lips.

I feel an orgasm build and despite my doubts, I know I’m going to come again. He pounds into me slowly, stopping for a short moment when he’s all the way in, before he repeats the cycle.

He moans and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. His mouth presses to my ear as he moans with so much pleasure it fuels my own orgasm. He squeezes my breast, like he needs something to hold onto with the power of his own release.

His cum spills out of me, hitting my inner thigh with his continued thrusts. It feels like the orgasm builds for forever, until I’m finally pushed off the ledge I was waiting on.

I scream, not having to care about how loud I am in the middle of this field. I chant his name over and over between each scream as the orgasm takes everything from me.

My body goes limp as the last bits of the release courses through me. Cade presses a soft kiss to my shoulder. He slides out of me. My leg falls from his hip, my thighs pressing together. He keeps our bodies pressed against one another.

His fingers are featherlight as he traces them along my skin. “I’m going to be thinking about that for days even after you’re gone.”

“I wanted to talk to you first, but I think they’re booking my flight for tomorrow, so technically…we have time to do that one more time before I go.”

He nestles closer to me. “One? Oh, if you’re leaving tomorrow morning, we’re doing this a lot more than one more time…”

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