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Her plump, red lips part, and she drags in a breath before returning her gaze to mine. “How are you everything I’ve ever wanted, Kade? I mean, how does that happen? If Wyatt hadn’t called off the wedding, I’d be with him.The wrong guy.I’d have spent my life never even knowing how good things can be.”

I’m not sure if that should make me smile or not, but it does, and suddenly the fear of never loving Jovie is stronger than the fear of losing her. “You’re here now, and that’s all that matters.” I lift her into my arms and carry her down the hallway toward the bedroom. “You’re my girl, my good little girl, and I’m never letting you go.”

Chapter Seven

Jovie

Snow falls outside, and though I should be on my way to work, I’m naked and buried under a giant man as he groans. Kade’s rough hands slide over my hips, and he leans into my pussy and growls, licking his way through my seam like an out-of-control animal who can’t stop himself.

Outside of last night, I thought moments like this were fantasy. Things that people wrote about in books, acted out in movies, dreamt about when they were alone… but they’re real. Kade is real. The passion he has for me is real. I can feel it vibrating through him and into me.

It’s still so surreal that I’d have gone my whole life never knowing love like this had I married Wyatt.

Kade licks his way up and over my clit, stopping to suck the nub before kissing my stomach and then my nipples, suckling my breasts, touching me everywhere, taking his time with me as though he wants to memorize every single inch of my body.

I’ve never been naked like this before with another person, and I’ve never seen a man this… exposed. Not in real life.

Truth be told, I’m terrified. Kade is huge and I’m not sure his cock is going to fit. How could it? I’m one small hole. Even his fingers felt tight last night. How is all ofthatgoing to fit inside of me?

He bites against my nipple as the heat from the fireplace in the living room warms the cabin. At least I think it’s the fireplace. I guess it could be me, or us, or the energy that we’re creating.

I splay my fingers across his chest and bend back, arching my neck away from the pillow as he scrapes his teeth over my nipple and onto my neck. I never thought I’d like something so rough, but the gentle cutting of his teeth sends tiny shocks down my arms and into my core.

“We don’t have protection.” It’s the first I’ve thought of it, and though I’m not sure I’d let it stop me right now, I figure I should bring it up. I’m not on birth control and I don’t keep track of my cycles very well.

“I’m clean. I haven’t done this in so fucking long. I… I can stop if you want me to,” he groans, “I think.”

Right now, he could fuck a troop of babies into me and I’d be okay with it. Hell, he could fuck a troop of wild cats into me, and I’d praise the scratching. My body is aching, desperate, needy as hell, and I’m not sure anything could stop me from knowing what it feels like to have him spread me apart.

He backs up onto the wingback chair near the bed. “Come over here and sit on my cock, darlin’. I want to watch your face when I slide into you.”

His giant frame lowers into the chair with a creak, and I stand from the bed, balancing my feet on the sides of the chair before dropping down onto him.

I feel so small with him.

With his cock hard and thick, he holds me by my throat as I sink onto his lap. Good fucking God, what have I been doing with my life? The man is like a crystal rod of perfection, and though it pinches and aches as he slides in, my body wants more.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re a sopping little mess for me, aren’t you?”

My eyes close as I sink deeper and deeper.

“Eyes open.” He lifts my chin. “Look at me.”

It’s a simple request, but it’s difficult to maneuver as he stretches me wide. That said, I obey his command and stare at him as I rock back and forth on his cock.

He grips my waist. “You okay?”

“Yeah,” I pant as he hits something deep inside of me that sends euphoria radiating through my body. The pressure is incredible, and I don’t want it to stop. I claw at his chest and rock against his lap as I hold my gaze on his.

The more I move, the more the pain subsides and all I feel is ecstasy, closeness, and an eagerness for him to fill me up, then empty me.

“Are you going to ride my cock and come hard like a good little girl,” he reaches between us and holds his thumb against my clit as I rock into him over and over, “because I’m not sure how long I can hold out. You’re so fuckin’ tight.”

I blow out a heavy breath. I’m hot, too hot. I’m so fucking hot! I’ve never felt anything more perfect in my entire life and I never want it to end!

I want him pressing into me like this for eternity, over and over again in an endless loop.

I grip his muscled shoulders and drive into him harder, bouncing and grinding against his big rough hand, and his hard, thick cock as my tits scrape against his bare chest.

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