Page 48 of Kade

I tasted her mouth, and she gasped, her back arching up to meet me.

My tongue moved inside of her, commanding, but thoroughly letting her know that she was mine. All fucking mine. And I was hers. I was here. I wasn’t going anywhere. She could let go of the pain, any pain that was inside of her.

I wanted to fuck her so hard she stopped breathing, stopped thinking.

As I kept tasting her, I moved my hand down her side, moving her underwear and sleep shorts down. Then I rolled up, put my foot in them, and shoved them down at the same time I returned to her body.

I hissed as my dick came into contact between her legs.

That was my heaven. My paradise.

I rolled against her, pushing up. Moving.

She gasped, her hand sliding down my neck and shoulders. She rose, pushing half of her body up and against mine, angling her head for a deeper kiss. I moaned against her lips. A fucking saint sent here for me. My sanctuary. My salvation. That was Sam. That was every piece of love she’d given me over the years. All the smiles. The sighs. The tremors.

As her kiss grew more frantic, more desperate, and she scraped her nails down my back.

Shit. I trembled, loving the pain she gave me. My dick jerk against her, but he couldn’t get harder than he was. He was a goddamn rocket, and as I moved up over her body, he saluted her, slapping against my stomach.

I reached down and stroked myself, just a little, to ease some of the pressure.

“You going to put that thing inside of me?” She panted, a glow coming to her cheeks. There was light in her eyes. My cold and dead monstrous heart preened at knowing I helped put the spark back in her gaze. I was beginning to think I was put onthis earth for the job, to coax out those little panting sounds and make her forget every fucking time one of her parents hurt her.

“You in a hurry or something?” My grin was wicked.

Her eyes lit up. “You—” She sat up, a determined expression coming over her. She shoved me back, hard enough that I went with it. I wanted to see where this was going. When Sam got all demanding in bed, fuck yeah. I loved when she was rough. She could slam herself down on my dick any day and all day long. I could still go.

I sat beside her, and she rose up over me.

Those golden fucking strong thighs came down on each side of me, straddling me. She settled right over me, rubbing herself over my dick. Up and down.

Shit. I hissed. She felt so good. The pleasure was going to make me blind. The edges of my vision began lighting up.

I grasped her waist. My fingers dug in. “Sam.”

“Shut up.” Her head fell back. “This is for me. Fuck. That feels so good.”

I concurred. My dick too. He kept trying to sit up and slip inside of her as she rubbed over me.

I moved my hand down, watching her. She seemed into this, but uh…I wanted inside of my wife. As her hips sped up, bearing down harder, I moved my thumb to meet her clit.

“Fuck,” she said, breathless.

She was beginning to seize up.

She was going to release.

“Sam,” I said, sitting up. I caught her and yanked her against me, but she kept moving over me. She was lost, totally in her own trance. “Mason,” she whimpered. Her hand went to my hair and fisted it.

“Agh.”

That was me because she yanked my head back, and in one swift motion, she rose up, grabbed my cock, and slid down over me.

Holy. Fuck.

It felt insanely amazing.

“Shit,” I half growled and half shouted.

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