Page 82 of Faking the Shot
The car rocks faintly with the urgency of our movements. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer as my lips and tongue worship her skin. Her soft cries fill the space, and I know I’ll never get enough of this—of her.
“Kaden,” she whimpers, her voice breathless, desperate. “Oh god, Kaden . . .”
I slip a hand between us, my fingers finding her clit, and the reaction is instant—her breath hitches, her cries growing louder as her hips roll against mine. She moves with frantic, desperate need, and I know neither of us will last much longer.
“Valentina,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as she rides me. “You’re so fucking perfect. So warm. So wet. All mine.”
Her head falls back, her body arching beautifully, exposing the long, graceful line of her neck. The silk of her dress brushes against my thighs as it pools around her waist, adding to the erotic chaos of the moment.
“Say it,” I demand, my voice rough as I thrust up to meet her movements. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders for leverage. “Kaden, I’m yours. Always.”
“Good girl,” I rasp, my fingers teasing her clit, driving her higher. “This gorgeous cunt was made for me. Do you feel how perfect you are, Valentina? How perfectly you take me?”
Her rhythm falters as she tightens around me, her gasps turning into moans that echo through the car. “Yes,” she whimpers, her hips rocking harder, faster. “I need you. I can’t—oh god, Kaden.”
“That’s it,” I groan, trailing kisses along her jaw, her neck. “You’re so beautiful, so damn good for me. Do you feel how perfect you are? How amazing you make me feel?”
Her nails dig into my shoulders, her breath hitching as I thrust up to meet her movements, my fingers still working her intime with the rhythm we’ve created. “Kaden,” she whimpers, her voice trembling with need. “Oh god, yes . . . just like that.”
“Yeah?” I growl against her ear, my hand sliding up to cup the back of her neck, holding her close. “You’re mine, Valentina. Every gorgeous inch of you is mine. You feel so fucking good. So tight, so warm.”
Her moans grow louder, her hips moving with wild abandon. She’s breathtaking. I lean forward, catching the top of her tit, sucking on it, and her reaction is instant—a sharp gasp, her body tightening around me, drawing a guttural sound from my throat.
“That’s my girl,” I praise, my voice rough with admiration. “So perfect. So damn sexy. Keep going, baby—just like that.”
Her body trembles, her thighs quivering around mine as she chases her release. I feel it building, the way her inner muscles tighten, fluttering around me with each thrust. Her head falls back, exposing her throat, and I watch, mesmerized, as she falls apart.
“Kaden,” she screams, her nails raking down my chest as her climax hits her like a wave. Her body spasms, squeezing me so tightly I can barely breathe. Every pulse of her around me pulls me closer to the edge, her cries of ecstasy echoing in the confined space of the car.
“That’s it,” I rasp, my voice rough, almost broken. “You’re so beautiful when you come. God, Valentina, you’re fucking incredible.”
She trembles against me, her body clenching and releasing as aftershocks ripple through her. The sight of her—flushed, undone, trembling—pushes me past the point of no return.
I grip her hips, thrusting up to meet her as I bury myself deep inside her one last time. A guttural groan tears from my throat as my release overtakes me, white-hot pleasure searing through me. I come hard, my body tensing as her name falls from my lips like a prayer.
Her body rocks against mine, our movements slowing as the intensity fades, leaving only the heavy sound of our breathing and the warmth of her pressed against me.
Valentina collapses forward, her face buried in my neck, her soft pants brushing my skin. I hold her there, my hands still cradling her hips, unwilling to let go just yet.
“You’re amazing,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple, my voice still rough from the rawness of it all.
She doesn’t respond with words—just a small, satisfied sigh that feels like an answer.
In this moment, as she rests against me, her body still trembling faintly, I know I’ve never felt anything like this before. And I don’t think I ever will again.
Chapter Forty-Two
Kaden
What If This Is Real?
As our breathing slowly steadies, I keep Valentina close, her body warm and soft against mine. She’s still straddling my lap, her forehead resting on my shoulder. I can feel the faint rhythm of her heartbeat, slowing bit by bit, syncing with mine.
I thread my fingers through her hair, now a wild mess thanks to . . . well, us. The delicate scent of her perfume mixes with the musk of our recent lovemaking, filling the car in a way that’s downright intoxicating. It makes me want to dive back in, but there’s something I need to say first.
“Valentina,” I murmur, tilting her chin up until her gaze meets mine. Her eyes are still heavy with pleasure, her lashes fluttering slightly, but there’s something else too—a flicker of hesitation, uncertainty maybe.
