Page 15 of Risk

I’ve never had two orgasms before having sex. Come to think of it, I’ve never had two orgasms in one night. Let alone, like, twenty minutes apart.

Kaden kisses his way up my body, stopping to pay attention to my breasts before kissing my mouth again.

I can feel his cock pressed against my thigh, a wet trail of his pre-cum on my skin.

“I need you inside me,” I murmur against his lips. “Do you have a condom?”

“In my wallet. Don’t move.”

I admire the view of his tight ass, feeling the anticipation of what’s to come as he retrieves his wallet from his suit pocket.

Condom in hand, he walks back to the bed and stands at the end of it. Eyes fixed on me, he takes his cock in his other hand and unashamedly starts to jack himself off.

I rise up onto my elbows and lift a brow. “So, you’re allowed to touch yourself, but I’m not?”

“If you wanna help me out, then get your sweet ass over here.”

I push up onto my knees and make my way over to the edge of the bed. I take the condom wrapper from his hand and tear it open with my teeth.

Dipping my head down, I kiss the tip of his cock, licking away the salty pre-cum. I can honestly say, I’ve never liked the taste of a man’s cum before, but I like his.

“You taste good,” I hum.

His fingers grip my hair, and he tips my head back so I’m staring into his eyes.

I’ve never been with a guy like Kaden before. Older than me. More experienced in the bedroom than me. The way he manhandles me is a massive turn-on. I don’t want to be treated like a princess in bed. I want to be fucked hard, and I know he’s going to give me that.

“Wrap him up. Then get on your hands and knees.”

Every order he gives me is like a shot of adrenaline to my system.

Trembling fingers roll the condom down his length, and I start to feel a touch of nerves. Those nerves grow as I move into the position he told me to get into. It’s not that I don’t want this now that we’re actually here and it’s about to happen—because I really do want him. It’s just that his cock is big, and I’m not sure he’s going to fit.

I glance back at him over my shoulder. He looks like a fucking god, standing there—tan skin, muscles taut with tension, one knee on the bed, ready to come and make me his.

“Kaden…” I bite my lip. “You’re big, and I…don’t know if you’ll fit.”

His eyes darken in the sexiest way, and it makes my belly quiver.

“I’ll fit, and you’ll take it all.”

Holy shit.

If there was any feminist left in me, she’s definitely gone. Poof, disappeared in a puff of smoke, because, right now, I’m all,Yes, sir.It doesn’t matter if your big dick hurts me, whatever I can do to please you, sir.

Because that was seriously hot.

HOT.

Yes, the capitals were needed.

Because, Lord in heaven, no one has ever spoken to me that way before. Do I like it? Hell yes, I do.

Kaden kneels on the bed behind me, and my body tightens in anticipation.

I expect him to push that big dick inside me, but he doesn’t. Instead, he pushes two fingers inside me, and then he scissors them. I realize what he’s doing. He’s getting me ready to take him.

Warmth spreads across my chest—and it’s crazy that I’m getting gooey over a guy fingering me, but here we are.

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