Page 88 of Shadowed Vows: Ghost
When he slides a thick finger inside me, I cry out. He pumps slowly, curling his finger to hit that spot deep inside that makes me see stars. Combined with the relentless attention of his tongue on my clit, it's almost too much to bear.
"That's it," he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. "Let me feel how tight this pussy is."
He adds a second finger, stretching me deliciously. The slight burn only heightens my pleasure as he works me open, his fingers moving in and out with increasing speed.
"Kade," I pant, grinding shamelessly against his face. "I'm close... I'm going to..."
"That's it," Kade praises, his voice rough with desire. "Come on my tongue, baby. Let me taste it."
His words push me over the edge. My back arches off the couch as waves of pleasure crash through me. My pussy convulses around his fingers as he continues to stroke that sweet spot inside me, prolonging my orgasm until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
He finally pulls away, his face glistening with my arousal. The sight of him licking his lips makes my spent body twitch with renewed desire.
"Kade," I whimper. "Please, I need you inside me."
He kisses me deeply, allowing me to taste myself on his lips. The eroticism of it makes me moan against his mouth.
"Are you sure?" he asks against my lips.
"Yes," I breathe. "I want to feel your cock inside me."
He positions himself between my thighs, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I can feel him throbbing against me, hot and insistent.
"Look at me," he says softly.
I meet his gaze as he slowly pushes inside. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but Kade's eyes never leave mine. He pauses, letting me adjust to his considerable girth.
"Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth. "You're so fucking tight... squeezing my cock like you were made for me."
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper until I feel him bottom out, his heavy balls pressing against my ass. The slight pain melts into pleasure as my body adjusts, my inner walls fluttering around his thickness.
"You feel amazing," he groans. "So tight, so wet, so perfect."
Kade begins to move, his thrusts slow and controlled at first. But as the pleasure builds, our movements become more urgent. I meet him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his back.
"Fuck, Alina," he growls. "Your pussy feels so good around my cock."
His words hit me low in my belly, spoken in that rough, needy tone that makes my skin tingle from my neck all the way down to my pussy. I push my hips up, letting him sink further into my body.
"Harder," I gasp. "Please, Kade, fuck me harder."
He obliges, his hips snapping against mine with increased force. The room fills with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the wet squelch of his cock plunging into my soaked pussy, and our breathless moans.
The intensity of Kade overwhelms my senses. His thick cock stretches me perfectly, hitting all the right spots as he moves. Each thrust rubs against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.
The solid warmth of his muscular frame pressing down on me intensifies every sensation. It's almost too much, but in the most incredible way imaginable.
Kade's hand finds mine, our fingers intertwining. The gesture is unexpectedly tender amidst the intensity of our fucking. Tears prick at my eyes, overcome by the emotional and physical connection.
"I've got you," Kade murmurs, sensing my vulnerability. "Let go, Alina. I've got you."
His words unlock something inside me. I surrender completely to the moment, to the pleasure, to him. My orgasm builds rapidly, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to overwhelm me.
"Kade," I cry out. "I'm close, I'm going to—"
"Come for me," he commands roughly. "I want to feel your pussy milking my cock when you come."
His words push me over the edge. Pleasure rips through me like lightning, my back arching off the couch as my cunt convulses around him.
