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Unable to deny her request, I pick up the pace and piston my hips in a rhythm that has them slapping against hers. The lewd noise echoes in the small space, and we both cry out. Presley grips my hips harder to ask me for more, so I pull back until my cock is almost all the way out of her, then I plunge back inside as one of my hands finds her clit and rubs.

“Yes, Kade! Just like that.”

I thrust again and flick her clit, but it still isn’t enough for me. I want to be deeper, so deep she can feel me everywhere.

Keeping my cock inside her, I move backward so I’m kneeling. Presley watches me with interest as I wrap my arms around her thighs and tug her down my length, her head sliding off the pillows. When I punch my hips forward, ass flexing, she yells out my name at the depth of my thrust, and her hands fly out to grip my forearms.

She keens loudly, so I repeat the motion again and again, watching my cock dip in and out of her wet pussy, coated withher arousal. I continue to fuck her harder and faster until my balls draw up and the base of my spine starts to tingle.

“Touch yourself,” I command.

Without hesitating, Presley finds her clit while I dig my fingers into the softness of her thighs. Her eyes close, and her mouth falls open as she rubs herself. The sight of her in the throes of pleasure with my cock buried deep inside her pussy almost does me in.

“Look at me,” I grunt. “I need you to come. Fucking come with me, Presley.”

Her blue eyes lock on mine, and she nods. I thrust harder, hitting that sweet spot inside her that has her crying out and writhing beneath me. Her inner walls grip my cock, and I know she’s close.

“That’s it,” I praise, my balls slapping against the arousal dripping from her cunt. I plunge into her wildly, taking in the way her body moves from the force of me, absorbing every punch of my hips. I love how the marks of my ropes look against her pale skin, and her eyes are full of endless emotion that squeezes my heart. Fuck, I’m a goner for this woman.

“Kade!” She rubs her clit harder, and her body starts to arch off the bed, pushing her breasts forward as she starts to shake.

“Come for me, Lemon. Let me feel your tight pussy come all over my cock.”

My filthy words send her crashing over the edge, and our eyes lock as the hand she has on my forearm digs into me so hard I think her nails draw blood. The sharp sting of it mixed with her pussy gripping me has me losing all sense of space and time.

I thrust into her as she comes, prolonging her release as mine explodes from me. White sparks cloud my vision from the intensity of it, and I fill the condom, shooting ropes of cum into the rubber as the best orgasm of my life overtakes me, my shoulders shaking with my own release.

When I have no more energy left to hold me up, I carefully fall forward, my cock still pulsing inside her as her own aftershocksspark against my softening length. I rest against her, our naked and sweaty bodies molding together as we come down from the high we just experienced together, one I’m not sure I’ll ever recover from.

When I finally catch my breath, I slide out of her, not caring about the mess I’ll make by not getting up to dispose of the rubber. She turns lazily to face me, her blue eyes sated and face flushed from exertion, but the smile on her face has my heart exploding with happiness.

I tuck a strand of damp violet hair behind her ear. I want to say something, but there aren’t any words to say other than ones that might scare her. Hell, ones that might scare me.

So instead, I pull her into me and lay a soft kiss on her forehead. That will have to be enough for now.

Chapter 32

Kade

We’re standing next toPresley’s car, and both of us are having a hard time leaving each other after what we just shared.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can.” I kiss her forehead, and she leans into it, causing me to linger. If I had any say, I’d skip dinner with my family, and we’d move her gig to another night so we could lie in bed until sunrise. Okay—we would have done more than just lie there, but that’s beside the point.

Tonight is important to Presley, and I’ve avoided my family long enough. It’s time for me to face my demons and speak with them like Presley suggested. And I need to take the olive branch Gavin extended—at least I hope that’s what it is.

Presley pulls back and smiles up at me. “The band doesn’t go on until seven. Take your time. Your family is important.”

I want to tell her she’s important, too, more important than I think I’ve even come to fully realize yet, but I hold it in, saving that information for when we have more time together. When we’ve both had time to process what we shared tonight.

I brush a lock of wavy hair behind her ear. She looks pretty tonight in light makeup, purple locks styled so they frame her diamond face. Come to think of it, this is the first time I’ve seen her dressed in clothes like this. She’s wearing black loose-fitting trousers, a white tank underneath a sheer black button up, and a pair of horseshoe earrings that she’s paired with a long silver necklace.

I decide to tell her what I’m thinking. “You look really pretty.”

She looks down at herself and waves a hand over her body. “I didn’t have a costume, but I call this my Cher fromCluelesslook.”

“I’ve never seen it.”

She scoffs. “You’re joking.”

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