Page 4 of Masked Darling

Jesus fucking Christ.

What was he doing?

He should stop, right? She was trying to move past this whole thing so they could go back to being friends. Or whatever they were before. And he was practically pouncing on her in the kitchen during aparty.

Where someone could see them at any second.

Fuck it.

Kade took a deep breath and continued, “I know you can’t stop thinking about it.AndI know you’re so fucking wet for me already, Maddie.”

Madison’s head dropped back onto his shoulder behind her, and she stared at the ceiling where the party lights danced acrossthe surface, praying her legs wouldn’t give out and pushing herself backward into his hand. She just wanted him to touch her, put his fingers deep in her pussy, run his tongue along her slit and coat his mouth with her arousal.

She was so tired of being good and perfect all the time.

Let me have this, her body begged.

Just this once, her mind agreed.

“Please, Kade,” she begged, and his fingers barely brushed her as he slipped his finger under the small triangle of the fabric of her thong.

“Please, what?” He asked, still not touching her.

“Please, I need you to touch me.”

Kade turned slightly so that Madison was facing the crowd, and her front was pressed against the island in the middle of the kitchen. He dropped her wrist, and she winced at the loss of his hand wrapped around it, the blood rushing quickly to her fingers that she didn’t realize was being held back until the gentle throb began.

“Brace yourself against the countertop, Madison,” Kade whispered in her ear.

Madison tried to look over her shoulder at him, her eyes wide, but her head snapped forward towards the crowd as he finally shoved two fingers deep inside her silky heat. Her eyes closed tight as she gripped onto the countertop. She tried desperately not to moan at the feeling of him pressing his long fingers inside her, the fingertips curling upward to hook up against the most incredible place she’d never been able to reach with her own.

He’s going to kill me, she thought.

She tried to focus on her breathing and relax her face, knowing one look at her would give them away.

“How does that feel?” He growled between clenched teeth.

When he heard her whimper in response, he dropped his head a bit to lean against her shoulder. He had one hand braced on the counter next to hers, his body angled in towards her as his other hand worked its magic between her thighs. He prayed it looked like they were merely having a very intense discussion to any onlookers. Between the way he saw her spread out for him last night and several shots of whiskey, Kade felt like he was drowning in her instead of the alcohol.

Every little gasp he pulled from her lips was like a reward as his pace increased, her arousal coating his hand. He wished the music wasn’t so loud so he could hear how wet she was. When she rocked her hips back onto his hand, finding a new spot for him to reach–he just about lost it, the emotions she was holding back were practically radiating off her in waves.

“Hey, man!”

Suddenly, a drunk Jesse appeared on the other side of the island, tossing his flask on the countertop.

Madison yelled and jumped, effectively slamming Kade’s fingers so deep inside her that white sparks blurred her vision for a second, and she clutched at the countertop beneath her.

“Why are there no girls,” Jesse whined and poked his finger at his flask, effectively pushing it down the expanse of space in front of him. His face was red and sweaty, and his shirt was soaked from all the dancing.

Kade never liked Jesse all that much, but hereallyhated him at that moment.

“Jess, there’s plenty of girls here. Just look around,” Kade replied and gestured with his free hand to the tons of girls behind him. He kept the other one nestled between Madison’s thighs, although his movements had stalled for the time being. “Or, I don’t know, maybe get some sleep.”

Jesse looked at him like he was out of his mind to even suggest the latter, and then he took in the pretty raven-haired beauty that Kade was with.

“Who is your friend, Wilder? I could take her off your hands,” Jesse smiled, his eyes glazed over as he started to reach out to her.

Madison kept her eyes forward, refusing to meet Jesse’s as Kade’s hand twitched, forcing his middle and ring fingers to jolt inside her even further. He curled his fingers with purpose against that fleshy part inside her and she twitched. There was no way Kade was letting this asshole take heroff his hands.And besides, she seemed to like being perched there just fine.

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