Page 87 of Red Dreams

“Brat,” he scolds.

He carries me into our bedroom and tosses me onto the bed. I bounce once before he's on me, caging me beneath his much larger body.

“It looks like I've captured a naughty little Wraithling,” he rumbles, nipping at my bottom lip. “Whatever should I do with her?”

I squirm beneath him, rubbing wantonly against the thick ridge of his erection through his sweats. “Whatever you want.”

“Careful, love,” he warns, his voice a dark purr. “You know I'll take you at your word. And I have very wicked things in mind for you.”

“Do your worst,” I challenge, my core already slick and aching for him.

“First, I think some punishment is in order for that little stunt you pulled.”

He flips me onto my stomach, yanking my hips up and tossing the bottom half of my robe over my back so my bare ass is in the air.

I yelp at the sudden change in position, my fingers clutching at the sheets.

The first smack of his hand against my rear makes me jolt. The sting quickly melts into a warmth that spreads through myblood. The second blow wrings a whimper from my lips. By the fifth, I'm writhing and mewling, shameless in my need.

“Look at you,” Kaden marvels, massaging my reddened cheeks. “Taking your punishment so beautifully. Ass in the air for me like a proper lady ready to be put in her place.”

“Yes,” I gasp out, arching into his touch. “I love it. I love you.”

He rewards me by keeping his eyes locked on mine while he lowers himself until I can’t see him anymore. Then he slowly, deliberately licks a broad stripe up my slit.

My hips buck off the bed, but he pins them down with a forearm across the backs of my calves, then seals his mouth over my aching sex, his tongue delving and swirling as he devours me like a man starved.

I fist the sheets and moan while on all fours, my thighs quaking, lost to the decadent pleasure of his mouth.

He adds two fingers, pumping them in time with his lapping tongue.

“That's it,” he coaxes as my walls begin to flutter. “Come on my tongue. Soak my face with it.”

After a few more skillful flicks, I'm shattering, my orgasm hitting me like a freight train. I scream his name as I come, my vision whiting out at the edges.

Kaden works me through it, stroking me through the release until I'm boneless and whimpering from the intensity. Only then does he raise his head, his lips and chin glistening obscenely.

He peels my robe away before pushing me down on all fours again and shrugging out of his sweatpants. Kaden’s erection springs free, the tip glistening. He kisses his way down my spine, his stubble rasping deliciously against my sensitive skin.

“Always so wet for me,” he marvels. “Such a good pussy.”

He presses the tip of his finger into my entrance, teasing me with shallow thrusts. I try to push back against him, but a large hand at the small of my back holds me in place.

“Ah, ah,” he chides. “Naughty girls who don't wait their turn get punished, remember?”

I still beneath him, trembling with the effort of holding back. “Please, Kaden...”

He hums, considering. “Since you asked so nicely...”

The blunt head of his cock nudges against my entrance. With one smooth thrust, he sheaths himself.

“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this,” he groans.

Kaden pounds into me from behind, the slap of skin against skin filling the room and mingling with my wanton cries.

He reaches around, finding my clit and rubbing merciless circles, and commands me to milk him dry.

“Come on my cock,” he orders.

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