Page 11 of Risk

And that’s how it goes. Slow, torturous kisses up my inner thigh, until he reaches the garter. I feel the gentle graze of his teeth against the skin there.

My whole body is trembling with anticipation. I need to hold on to something for support, but there’s nothing, so I press my palms against the wall behind me.

His fingers slide under the garter and grip it, pulling it taut against my thigh. The bite of fabric into my skin excites me. I feel a warm breath blow over my pussy before Kaden’s head tilts back, showing his stunning eyes.

He stares at me, like he’s asking for my permission to proceed—and I love that about him.

Moving my hand from the wall, I slide my fingers into his hair and whisper one word. “Yes.”

Kaden pushes my dress all the way up, revealing my red lace thong.

I didn’t want a visible panty line, and I like to match my underwear color to my outfits. Also, I like expensive underwear. It’s the only thing I ever treat myself to.

Strong hands slide up to grasp my ass cheek, and when he feels skin there instead of fabric, he pauses.

“Thong,” I tell him.

He groans a tortured sound, which makes my thighs clench. He hooks his fingers around the thin strap of fabric at the top of my ass and pulls it tight so the thong presses tight against my clit, making it throb.

Kaden looks up at me before leaning his face in and pressing his nose to my pussy. He inhales deeply, and it’s so blatantly erotic that I almost come on the spot.

“You smell so fucking good.”

Sweet Jesus.

Lust blurs my vision.

I feel the wet heat of his tongue sliding over my panties, and my knees nearly buckle.

I know how wet I am, and now, so does he. He clearly likes it by the deep, rumbling growl I hear come from him.

He lets go of my dress, and it falls over his head, covering him entirely, which is hot as fuck.

His fingers hook into my thong, and he yanks it down to my ankles. I step out of them. My leg is lifted and placed on his shoulder, opening me up for him. I feel his finger circle my hole before sliding inside me.

I moan loud enough to wake the dead.

When his wet mouth closes around my clit, I almost black out.

How I’m still upright is beyond me.

It feels too good, and not being able to see him under all that fabric, see what he’s doing to me, is driving me insane in the best of ways.

All I can do is press my back against the wall and try to stay upright while Kaden gives me the best pleasure of my life.

It’s like he already knows my body, knows what I like, because he’s hitting the right spots without any direction.

He slides a second finger inside me, and when he hooks his fingers and hits that magical spot inside me and sucks hard on my clit, I fragment like an atomic bomb.

My insides liquefy, and my limbs fail me.

Kaden grips hold of my hip, keeping me upright.

White spots dance before my eyes while my pussy pulses, my muscles tightening around his fingers.

He keeps licking my clit, eating me like he can’t get enough, until I have to tell him to stop.

“Kaden,” I pant, “I can’t take it anymore.”

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