Page 59 of Rope Me In

“Do you want me to get you off, Presley?” Kade takes the lobe of my ear between his teeth again.

“Yes, Kade.” His erection throbs against my clothed skin, and I bet if we weren’t dressed, it would burn me.

“Say please,” he commands, his nose teasing the shell of my ear.

A bead of sweat drips from my forehead, and I want to curse this man for making me speak as much as he is, for making me plead. But I do it anyway. “Please, Kade. Please touch me.”

A growl comes from his lips as he pulls back. His hand leaves my ponytail, and I think he’s going to touch me where I most want him, but he spanks me instead. I gasp, and he keeps me still with a gentle squeeze to my neck. He spanks me a few more times until I’m crying out, the sting of my skin almost unbearable. Just when I’m about to tell him to stop, he does on his own, rubbing his palm over each burning cheek.

“Such a good girl. You’re taking my hand so well.”

Kade continues to praise me as he rubs the skin, his hand moving lower until his fingers reach the heated skin of my sex.

“Put your ass up for me a bit, Lemon darlin’. I need better access to that dripping pussy.”

His dirty words wash over me, the heat of them making my clit pulse and heart beat loudly in my ears. As if my body is a puppet just for him, I dip my stomach into him as much as I can so his hard length presses further into me and my ass rises higher.

“Perfect,” he whispers. “Just perfect.”

I close my eyes as his fingers return to my cheeks. I hiss a bit as he teases the flaming skin under my leggings.

“You’re not going to be able to sit down tomorrow, Lemon. But I like that you’ll be thinking of me all day.” His comment only adds to my need for him to touch me. I grind into him as best I can, and he chuckles. “Such a needy girl. You want my fingers on you, don’t you?”

“Yes, please. Please, Kade. I can’t—”

Finally, he gives me what I want. He maneuvers his hand so he’s cupping my sex, slightly lifting my lower body. The pressure has me cursing again, much to his delight.

He squeezes my pussy at the same time his hand grips my throat. With how tight my body is strung and the aroused whimper that leaves me, he has to know it’s not going to take much for me to come.

Kade lets up on the pressure and lowers my body back down so he can press two of his fingers right where my clit is. My arousal-soaked clothes only add to the much-needed friction I desire, though now I’m wondering what his bare fingers would feel like. How would his work-calloused skin feel stroking me?

He removes his hand and spanks me once more before placing it back on my folds, pressing into my clit again.

“Oh, yes, that feels…”

“Feels what, darlin’?”

“So damn good.”

I said the swear word on purpose, and when I feel his cock jump under me, I know it had the desired effect. He moves his fingers over my swollen clit in firmer strokes, and I shift forward, seeking more pressure from his hand around my throat. When he figures out what I’m asking, he doesn’t hesitate to give it to me. His grip tightens so it constricts my breathing just a tiny bit, sending even more wetness between my thighs.

Kade pulls back the pressure and spanks me again at the same time. I cry out, feeling my orgasm just at the brink of exploding. My body shakes as so many emotions take over—arousal, fear, anger, happiness, pleasure, sadness…all of it.

“That’s it, Presley, let go. I’ve got you.” His fingers circle my clit, and the pressure on my throat returns.

“Yes,” I cry softly. My spine tingles as he gives my swollen nub a firm stroke, finally sending me over the edge. My vision blackens, then fireworks explode in a million different colors behind my eyelids as I come completely undone, spiraling downinto a pit of pleasure as my body shakes and trembles while being held firmly by Kade.

I’ve had orgasms before, but this? I don’t know what it is. I’m faintly aware that my cries are no longer just cries of pleasure, but relief. The pain I’ve been carrying expels from me, and my body almost flops against Kade’s, but his strength doesn’t waver. He’s still there holding me, helping me ride the emotional waves as I fly high and then start to plummet back to earth.

With heavy breaths, I faintly hear Kade telling me to breathe. I do as he says, my shaking body easing into small sparking aftershocks as I feel his hand brush a tear I hadn’t known escaped from my cheek, then another one. Am I really crying?

Kade presses a light kiss to my forehead. “You’re unreal,” I think I hear him whisper, but I could’ve easily imagined it with how high I feel right now.

“Presley,” he says, his voice loud enough that I know he’s speaking this time.

I pry open my wet eyes to stare into his hazel ones and find them softer now, not hard and demanding like they were before. “How are you feeling?”

I open my mouth, but it’s dry. Kade must’ve noticed or expected it because he shifts, still keeping me over his lap as he grabs his water bottle. He holds it to my lips, and even though this moment feels too vulnerable, I take the offered water.

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