Page 66 of You're All I Need

“I’m just trying not to explode standing here, watching,” he informs me, his eyes as tense as his body.

“Well, then, let me show you how this fella works.”

I tease my entrance with the head of the toy, coating it, before gently pressing it inside me. After having sex with Caden, I’m super sensitive, which means this’ll probably happen even quicker than normal. I thrust a few times until the clit massager touches my sensitive ball of nerves. I hold it there, pumping gently as my body starts to shake from the pleasure.

“Fuck,” I whisper, closing my eyes as I race toward release.

My hips rock, taking every last inch I can. The massaging nubs grind against my clit as my release barrels down on me. I can feel the head of the device against my G-spot, and partnered with the clit stimulation, I come hard, crying out in sweet release.

When I sag back against the counter, my eyes crack open and focus on Caden. He looks…wow. Intense isn’t really theword I’d use. Ravenous? He looks like he’s about to eat me alive and still want more.

He reaches for the toy and carefully pulls it out of my body, depositing it in the sink. Neither of us seems to notice it’s still vibrating. As gently as he can, while still reining in a deeply possessive and dominant side, he spins me around, repropping my opposite foot on the closed toilet seat.

“Is this okay?” he asks tersely, biting me on the shoulder and slipping his erection between my ass cheeks to my soaked core.

“Do it,” I tell him.

He doesn’t have to be told twice. He thrusts. Hard. He’s buried to the hilt in one long, powerful thrust. He starts to pump, chasing his own release. I tingle, but it’s almost too much. Between my orgasm from Mr. Wiggles moments ago and the two previous ones while we were in bed, my body is sated, exhausted, and reeling from too much pleasure.

His mouth on the back of my neck sends sparks of delight sliding down my spine. My skin erupts with goosebumps as I grip the vanity counter and hold on tight. His pace is fast, his release imminent. He flexes his hands around my hips, his grip unrelentless.

Suddenly, he stops. “Shit, shit, shit.”

“What?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder and meeting his panicked gaze.

“I’m…I, uh, forgot to put on the condom.” His face is pained and sweaty, but I’m not certain if it’s from the sex or the realization he’s not suited up.

“It’s okay, I’m on birth control,” I tell him.

He swallows hard, his cock somehow swelling even more inside me. I can tell he’s in physical pain right now, so close to his release but fear grabbing hold and refusing to let go. “I’venever.” He shakes his head, as if trying to clear the cobwebs. “I’ve never had sex without one."

"Me neither," I reply with a shrug. "I trust you.”

And I realize I do. These words hold more truth than I ever expected, especially since I don’t trust many people at all anymore. Ever since my relationship with Sullivan exploded in front of our family and friends, I’ve done everything in my power to keep people at arm’s length, especially men. That’s why I don’t date. I sleep with them, but then move on.

But now, I realize I’ve allowed someone—a man, at that—to worm his way beneath my defenses. He seduced me with friendship and good sex, and suddenly, he’s breaking through the walls I have surrounding my tattered heart liked the Kool-Aid Man.

“I don’t know what to do,” he mutters, more to himself than to me.

I straighten up, keeping him lodged inside my body. “I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You’re going to fuck me, cowboy. You’re going to pull out and shoot wherever you want. Do you know why?”

His wide eyes watch me intently, waiting.

“Because I trust you. I’m clean.”

He swallows hard again. “I’m clean too. I swear.”

I give him a little smile before squeezing my internal muscles around him. “Now that we’ve got that cleared up, how about we finish?”

He nods, taking a long, cleansing breath before sliding his hands across my back and around my hips. I push back against him, moving slightly against his cock, taking him deeper.

Caden groans, his fingers flexing around my waist, dancing across my flesh. He pulls out and thrusts forward, doing it over and over once again. He’s chasing his release, and all I can do is hang on tight.

“Adrienne,” he whispers with a grunt. Before I can react, he pulls out, shooting his load across my back. It’s hot as hell, to be honest. My ex would never do anything like this. He always wore a condom, preferring to keep the mess to a quick and easy cleanup.

But not Caden.

He’s marking me with his release, branding my skin and tattooing himself on my brain.

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