Page 68 of Rewrite Our Story

Cade lifts his hips, allowing me to pull the joggers and boxers down his muscular thighs.

I sit back for a moment, missing the feeling of his fingers inside me, but I want to soak in this moment. I’ve laid in my bed so many nights, dreaming of what it would be like to be the object of his desire.

Now I have him. His copper eyes stare right at me, his irises black and filled with lust.

Cade grabs his cock, his long fingers wrap around his length as he strokes himself up and down.

Not only is Cade naked in my bed—he’s looking up at me with so much want and need that for a moment, I can’t move.

His eyes move from mine and head south. He licks his lips as his gaze focuses between my legs. Feeling bold, I strip myself of my own clothes. We’re both completely naked, and I’m ready to find out what happens next.

Slowly, I push my knees apart so he can see all of me like I see all of him.

The two of us touch ourselves, intently watching the other. As he strokes himself up and down, I imagine how he felt in my hand. He’s bigger than I imagined in every single way. In the thickness of his dick, making it hard for my fingertips to even touch as I held him. In how long it took me to go from the tip of his length to the base. I still don’t know how it’ll ever fit inside me, but I’m eager to try.

Two of my own fingers slip inside myself. These two fingers are nowhere near the size of his cock, and yet they stretch me.

“Are you making yourself ready to take me, Goldie?” His voice is gruff and filled with lust. The scratchiness of it is like a touch to intimate parts of me.

“I’m trying.”

His smile takes me so off guard that I hadn’t even noticed that he’d stopped touching himself. Before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbing me by the hips and throwing me down onto my comforter. Cade hovers above me. He still smiles, and it does so much to me. It isn’t a sweet smile. It’s almost predatory how he looks down at me.

“You did good getting yourself ready for me, baby.” His thumb brushes my clit. My hips buck at his touch. “But I think you need more. Do you need my help to make you ready to take me?”

All I can do is nod. My senses are overloaded. His smell surrounds me, his touch disarms me. But his dirty words, they undo me.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you ready to take me.” His words are uttered against my inner thigh. His breath is hot, the air caressing my clit. He pushes one finger inside me. Once I’m accustomed to it, he sticks in another.

I moan, my head rocking back and forth at feeling so full of him. “God, Goldie, you’re so wet. Your pussy is just begging to take me.”

My eyes squeeze shut. Before I can respond, a third finger joins in. It’s too much. He’s too much. I can barely take three of his fingers, there’s no way I’ll be able to take his cock.

“Cade.” I moan, my fingers grasping the fabric of my comforter.

“Yes, baby?”

“I can’t…”

“You can do it,” he encourages. His tongue glides against my clit. He’s mixing pleasure with the pain, totally overwhelming my senses.

Cade has made me come many times before. I’ve shouted his name in pleasure more times than I could keep track of, but I’ve never been this unglued for him. My moans ricochet through the room. I don’t hold back. Ican’thold back. He’s stretching me and licking me and it’s all too much.

“Good girl,” he praises. I manage to open my eyes and look down at him. Our eyes connect immediately. He watches me with fervent passion. There’s wetness all around his mouth that I think isme.

I’m so turned on right now. But I want more. I want more of him.

“Cade,” I plead, pushing up on my elbows.

“Yes?”

My eyes flick to his cock, my tongue peeking out to wet my lips. “Can I…”

His fingers slide out of me before he runs his palm up and down his length. “You want to suck my dick, baby?”

His gaze settles on my mouth. “I’m so fucking hard at the thought of you taking my cock in your mouth, Goldie.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. I push up, my clit throbbing in protest at the loss of his fingers and mouth. He had me so close to an orgasm, but I couldn’t wait another second before learning what it feels like to push him down my throat. I want to see him unravel under my mouth the same way I do under his.

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