Page 58 of Rewrite Our Story

“Taste it is. I told you I’m going to worship that cunt of yours. I think my tongue knows how to do that best.”

He brushes his finger over my clit, making my hips buck. His breath is hot against my skin as he teases me by nipping at the inside of my thigh. His tongue caresses the spot only inches away from where I really want him. At least his finger still slowly strokes me, giving me some sort of relief.

It isn’t enough.

I need more. A frustrated moan comes from me when he draws the moment out.

“Frustrated are we?” he mutters against my skin.

The asshole laughs at my frustrated mewls.

“It fucking sucks waiting for something you want, doesn’t it, Goldie?” His hot breath whispers against my clit as he pushes the tip of his finger inside me, but only going down to what I imagine is his knuckle.

“You said you were going to worship me.”

His finger pushes in a little deeper, slightly hooking to brush right up against the spot he knows drives me wild, even all these years later. "Oh baby, I plan to. I’m on my knees, ready to do anything to worship and show my dedication to you—to your pussy—but I need to have a little fun first.”

His voice is throaty, full of need as he continues to growl. “You’ve left me waiting here for so goddamn long. You didn’t think you’d get away with that, did you? I feel the need to punish you. Even just a little.”

I could combust when he pulls his finger from me, leaving me desperate to feel him again. The only thing I can feel is the tickle of his breath against the inside of my thighs.

It’s too much. I miss his touch. I need it. The desperation for him is so much that it has me speaking before thinking. “Punish me later,” I hurriedly get out. “Worship me now, punish me later. Please.”

Cade looks up at me from between my thighs. I don’t know what it is but seeing his predatory smile while he’s inches away from my clit, has me even more turned on.

He rakes his eyes over my face slowly. It feels like he’s trying to see into my soul. “I guess we could play by your rules…but just for a moment.”

Before I can say anything else, Cade runs his tongue down my slit and I’m so fucking gone.

I’ve spent all these years trying to forget Cade but feeling him claim me all over again only proves one thing. I can pretend all I want, but nothing has changed. He still owns me—every fucking part of me.

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CADE - PRESENT

Mare doesn’t knowthis yet, but there’s no way I’m letting us leave things the way we did last time.

I don’t have it in me.

Not after tasting her like this again. Not after feeling the tremble of her thighs against my shoulders as I help her chase a release.

My cock strains in my jeans when a loud moan falls from her lips. Mare bucks her hips, shoving her perfect cunt against my face. She moves her hips so much, it’s like she’s riding my face without quite riding it.

I let her do whatever she needs as I lick and lap against her clit, doing whatever I can to keep the desperate moans coming from her lips.

When I can tell she’s getting close, I push one finger, then another inside her. Her pussy clenches around my fingers, greedily taking me and keeping them in place. I pull them out before pushing them in, over and over again, until her moans are loud enough that someone might hear from a good distance away. I don’t give a fuck if they do. I’d tried hiding us before, it ended up with both of us devastated and hurt. I don’t intend to hide anything this time.

Her cunt clenches around me. She’s so wet that my fingers slip easily inside her. I have to slightly hook them to be able to hit the spot I know drives her fucking wild.

I lick her up and down, my tongue paying close attention to circling her swollen clit. “Remember when you come, you’re going to scream my name, baby.”

She answers by moaning unabashedly. I’ve always loved how reactive she is when I’ve got her laid out like this. She isn’t shy about letting me know how fucking wild I drive her.

I continue to lap at her before one of her legs falls over my shoulder, the back of her boot pressing into my shoulder as she traps me against her. The movement isn’t necessary. I’m not going to stop until she’s screaming in ecstasy, telling me how good I did at worshiping her.

Her insistence on keeping my mouth to her clit turns me the hell on. My cock strains in my jeans. It throbs, needing to be touched by her.

“Cade,” she yells in pleasure. “I’m going to come.”

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