Page 105 of Mariposa
“It feels too good, don’t stop!” I mewl, purring sensually.
I’m so close now. The sound of our skin slaps mixes with his palm repeatedly striking my ass until I’m raw and red. His fingers dig into my skin as he holds me to him, so I don’t fall off the desk. I know bruises will show up all over my hips in the morning.
He takes me off him and forces us to both stand. He always manages to pick me up and throw me around easily. Before I can blink or ask what position he wants me in, he slams me against the desk, possessively yet carefully not to hurt me. He pushes my face into the wood, and I grin, taking it from behind on my tip-toes. The sound of our skin slapping and wood screeching joins our moans.
“Yes!” I squeal as my orgasm obliterates me. The tightening in my core explodes, forcing my mouth to open and my brows to narrow. My lids fall shut as I’m transported into a blanket of darkness, stars, and fireworks. He always fucks me into a world I never want to come down from. Euphoric nirvana is the result of how he worships me.
He speeds up faster, his balls slapping my dripping, sore pussy. Until his thick cock swells and pulses, hitting the spot inside me I didn’t know existed.
I’m coming the hardest I ever have.
“Kade!” Screaming his name, not caring if anyone knows I’m getting fucked so hard that I forgot my own. He falls over me, his chest colliding with my clammy back. His massive body hovers over mine, making me feel so small and yet delicately beautiful beneath him. His beard rubs the side of my face as he, too, climaxes hard. His shallow breathing matches mine.
He stays inside me as though he never wants to stop feeling my walls wrap around him.
I think I’m obsessed with everything this older man does. I could watch him breathe, blink, and tell me the most boring speech about the planets or whatever the hell it is, and I’d swoon head over heels each time like it’s the first day I’ve met him again.
“You are my beautiful ruin,” he rasps, his deep-timbered voice dripping with affection.
He flips me around so that he can press his forehead onto mine. Looking straight into my eyes, he seals his full lips over my swollen ones until it hurts, not breaking eye contact.
I hum against his lips and ghost them with my tongue. I palm the nape of his neck, rubbing it up and down until a confession slips out of my mouth before I can stop it.
“And you are my salvation—my anchor in an ocean I’ve been drowning in.”
Kade leans over me and climbs on top until I lie on my back. We kiss like we never want to stop touching each other. My fingers thread through his hair, bringing him in closer. My heart flutters as I wrap my legs around his waist. We both sink onto the desk again, as he grips my ass and pulls in closer.
“Are you okay?” he asks, stroking my back in circles and moving to my spine. Tingles erupt in their wake.
“I am.” I nod.
“Good, let’s go again,” Kade exhales.
Suddenly, a loud thwack-snapping sound explodes beneath us. The desk legs come apart, breaking in half, and we both fall to the ground. Kade throws me on top of him, so he takes the brunt of the fall. We land hard, the air getting knocked out of our lungs momentarily. My hair whooshes before my face as my eyes widen, inspecting the disaster we’re lying in.
“Holy shit, we broke my desk.” He stares at the broken pieces above his head. A frame of him in his uniform on a celebratory day with a general lays right next to his ear with chipped glass.
I can’t help it, but I burst out laughing so hard, I’m snorting into the crook of his neck.
“We broke your desk,” I parrot, followed by a bubble of giggles. My body convulses on top of him until my stomach hurts. He looks down at me, and his lips curve beautifully. He throws his head back, showcasing straight white teeth. He chuckles loudly and deeply, making his Adam’s apple bob up and down. I love seeing him laugh. Heat swims inside my chest and face at seeing him happy.
He’s been so stressed that I thought I wouldn’t hear his laugh or see his smile again. I stare at him like I’m seeing the light above a dark surface I’m trapped in. The corners of my mouth slide upward in an unwilling reflex.
“How the fuck am I supposed to explain this?” he grunts, still chuckling. He rises to his feet and tucks his fingers into my forearm, yanking me toward him as he embraces me. Our naked flesh warms each other as I hold onto him. He’s so massive that I can barely wrap my arms around him as he hugs me.
On tiptoes, I lift my head with my hands on his chest and look into the eyes of the man I’m falling so hard for. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this happy before. Gazing at someone and realizing you’d do anything for them…that’s what falling in love is, isn’t it? One day, our souls intertwined perfectly, calling to each other without having to search for or force it. One look at this man, and I knew he was worth bleeding for.
“Blame it on Booker,” I joke, which makes him laugh harder.
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KADE
What is this feeling? My heart slows every time she touches me. The demons in my head evaporate into nothing, like they were never there in the first place. I have to keep fighting the fucking urge to smile when she smiles or laughs because her laugh? It’s a beautiful tune I’d love to hear on a continuous loop.
She makes me laugh at her terrible, sarcastic jokes.
She makes me feel good things I’ve never felt.
