Page 76 of Rope Me In

Once her pants are all the way off, I drape them over the seat and look at her. Her shirt still covers her upper half, of course, but now her most private part is exposed to me.

“Remember what I said: You need to tell me if it’s too much.”

She bites her lip and exhales another breath before answering. “Yes, I remember.”

With her verbal confirmation, I click the overhead light on to see her better. She must recognize the sound because she goes still. “Kade,” she whimpers, shifting to try to cover herself up by squeezing her legs shut.

I move into action, pressing my palms on her knees to keep her spread open. “You’re beautiful, Presley. Trust me when I say that.” I stroke the skin of her thighs softly. “But do you want me to stop?”

She shakes her head, a quiet “no” leaving her lips. I knew it was a risk doing that, but I needed her to know I want and desire her, all of her. I don’t want to keep her in the dark—this woman is meant for the spotlight, and her socking Derek in the stomachonly proved that to me. I sure as hell don’t need to know her life story to see this woman is not only beautiful but also special.

I shift on the seat, spreading her legs wider so that I have room to get between them. It’s a tight squeeze, but I make it work. I run my palms up the skin of her legs, the stubbly new hair growing in prickling me.

“I didn’t have time to shave,” she blurts.

Even though she’s not able to see it, I grin. I slide my hands over her legs again to make a point, groaning as I massage her thighs and her calves.

“I don’t care about any of that,” I assure her. “You’re sexy as hell just the way you are.” Then I give in to my urge to bite the dimpled skin of her inner thigh.

“Kade!” she cries.

“Just relax.” I grip her thighs, shifting myself as best I can as I place her right foot on the ground while draping her left knee over my right shoulder to give me more room to feast on her. I’m in a weird position that’s probably going to leave me a little sore tomorrow (not that I give a rat’s ass). I position my mouth over her pussy and inhale the smell of her. My mouth practically waters, and all I can think about is drowning in her heady taste.

“Kade.” She stills. “I need to tell you something.”

The muscles in my shoulders go stiff as I push my right forearm into the seat to look up at her blindfolded eyes. “What is it, darlin’?”

She worries her lower lip. “I’ve never had someone…” She takes a breath. “I’ve never had someone dothatbefore.”

Alright, I didn’t expect those words to leave her mouth. I shift my body to get up, but she traps me between her thighs. The movement brings her sweet cunt closer to me, and I groan, my hips thrusting automatically. My cock wants inside of her, but that will have to wait.

“No.” She shakes her head. “Please don’t stop.”

Her plea only makes my cock harder, and I gently pry her legs from around my head to kiss the skin of her thighs, sucking lightly until she moans and her muscles ease.

“I won’t. Just tell me if you don’t like something.”

“Kade,” she whines. “Please, just get on with it!” Her hands struggle against my belt, and her hips lift. I chuckle and bite down on her skin again, enough to leave a small mark. She gasps then curses my name.

“Such a brat sometimes,” I tease, blowing on her sex. “But I like it. Now relax your legs for me; I want to taste your sweet cunt.”

Instead of being stunned by my dirty mouth like she had been at first in the loft, she does what I ask, relaxing her body so she’s open for me again. Her arousal coats her inner thighs now, and I’m glad she’s blindfolded because she’s left a wet spot on the fabric of my truck. I smile at the trophy I get to keep and kiss my way up her stretch marks until I reach her dark curls.

“Please, Kade,” she begs.

I debate teasing her for a while longer, but I’m selfish, and I want to have a taste. I want to be the first man to ever kiss and lick between her thighs.

I drag two fingers through her wet pussy, parting her lips so I can see her swollen clit. She squirms, and the belt makes noise as she tries to move her hands, no doubt to put them in my hair so she can press me into her. I want to feel her grip my hair while I make her come, but we can do that another time—this is all about her right now.

“So beautiful,” I say, making sure she can hear it. Then I place my lips to her clit, kissing it gently to test out her response. She expresses an animated sound, and I smile against her sex, opening my mouth so I can suction the sensitive bundle of nerves. Her tangy flavor coats my taste buds, and I moan at the same time she does. My hips seek relief for my cock as I grind into the seat.

“Kade,” she croons. “That feels amazing.”

I accelerate my movements, licking and sucking and lapping at her arousal until her body starts to shake from the myriad of sensations. I’m still trying to get over the shock, the privilege, of being the first one to taste her. But I’m glad, because from what I saw of her ex, he doesn’t deserve any part of her, especially the most intimate and vulnerable parts. I like that I’m the only one who has gotten to see her like this, taste her like this.

I pull back, and she whimpers, the needy sound of it going straight to my cock. I bring my fingers to her soaked entrance, and I tease her there, dipping inside slowly before pulling them back out. I repeat the action in a steady pace, fucking her slowly and gently with them.

Fuuuck. Images of my cock replacing my fingers fill my mind. I want to watch my length disappear inside her pussy. I want to feel her tight heat gripping me as she comes again and again while being held by my ropes. My cock pulses at the thought, and I fuck her a bit harder with my fingers.Soon, I assure myself. At least, I hope.

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