Page 46 of Faking the Shot
“Kaden . . .” she breathes, her voice shaky, her hands gripping the counter for support.
I smirk against her thigh and kiss higher, my stubble grazing her delicate skin. “Be patient, sweetheart. I like taking my time when I eat.”
Her thighs tense under my palms as I trail closer to her core, my mouth a whisper away from where she’s dripping for me. I press a kiss just beside her cunt, feeling her shudder beneath me.
“Do you want my mouth, Valentina?” I ask, my voice low, teasing, as my lips hover just out of reach.
“Yes,” she gasps, her hips arching toward me.
“Good,” I growl before dragging my tongue up her slit in one slow, deliberate stroke.
She cries out, her hands flying to my hair as I lap her again, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently into my mouth. Her moan fills the kitchen, and it’s the most beautiful fucking sound I’ve ever heard.
“That’s it,” I murmur against her sensitive skin. “Let me hear you, baby. I want you loud when I make you come.”
I suck her clit harder, swirling my tongue around it as her thighs clamp around my head, but I grip her hips and hold her steady, spreading her open for me.
“Fuck, Kaden,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my scalp.
I slide one finger inside her, groaning at how tight and slick she is. “So fucking tight, Valentina,” I rasp, thrusting slowly, feeling her walls squeeze me. “Can you imagine how my cock is going to stretch this pretty little cunt? How good it’s going to feel when I fuck you?”
Her head falls back, a strangled moan escaping her lips as I push deeper, my finger curling just enough to brush against that perfect spot inside her.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, adding a second finger and thrusting harder. “Feel how good you’re taking me, baby. I could fuck you with just my hand and you’d still come all over me, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she cries, her hips bucking against my face.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, lapping at her clit again, my fingers crooking to hit that spot that makes her tremble. “You taste so fucking good, Val. So sweet. I could eat this pussy all night and still not get enough.”
Her thighs shake as I suck her clit harder, my tongue and fingers working in perfect rhythm to push her closer to the edge.
“Come for me,” I whisper against her, my voice rough and commanding. “Be a good girl and come all over my mouth.”
Her body tenses, her back arching as she lets out a loud, desperate moan, and I feel her tighten around my fingers, her release soaking me. I don’t stop, my tongue and hand coaxing her through every wave of her orgasm until she’s trembling, breathless, and utterly wrecked.
I pull back, licking my lips, savoring the taste of her. When I look up, she’s a vision—flushed skin, parted lips, her glassy eyes staring down at me like I’ve completely undone her. And fuck, I have.
I rise slowly, towering over her as I cup her face, my thumb brushing over her cheek. Without breaking eye contact, I lean in and capture her mouth in a deep, searing kiss. She gasps against me, but I don’t give her a second to think. My tongue sweeps against hers, letting her taste herself.
“See that, baby?” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with desire. “That’s how a good girl tastes.”
Her eyes widen, and her breath hitches. I smirk, brushing my thumb over her swollen bottom lip, marveling at how soft and pliant she is beneath me.
“You’re fucking perfect,” I whisper, my voice low and gravelly, laced with hunger. “And now I want you to be a good girl and tell me how much you liked it.”
She swallows hard, her chest rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath. Her words are barely audible, but they’re there, shaky and filled with raw need. “I . . . I loved it.”
My grin widens, and I press another kiss to her lips, softer this time, but still filled with possession. “Good girl,” I whisper, my hand sliding down to rest on her thigh. My thumb brushes against her skin, and I lean in close. “Now you’ll go upstairs, get dressed, and then I’ll take you back to your place.”
Her brows knit together as she swallows hard, still trying to catch her breath. “What about you?”
I let out a low chuckle, pressing my hips forward so the thick length of my cock brushes against her slick, sensitive cunt. She gasps, her body jolting at the contact, her wide eyes snapping to mine.
“You want my cock, baby?” I ask, my voice dripping with wicked intent. I grind against her again, just enough to make her shudder. “You don’t get to have it yet, my good girl. You need to work hard to deserve it. But you will, won’t you?”
Her lips part, and her gaze locks on mine, her expression caught somewhere between shock and longing. She doesn’t answer right away, her chest heaving as she struggles to process the moment.
I reach up, gripping her chin lightly, tilting her face so her gaze locks with mine. “Answer me,” I demand, my tone rough, edged with the kind of authority I know makes her squirm. “I need you to be a good girl and answer me, or next time, I’ll spank you first. Then I’ll fuck you with my hand so hard, you won’t even be able to think straight.”
