Page 111 of Crossed
“Cade,” I mumble, my clit aching more with every pass over his lap. “Please.”
He releases my nipple with a pop, his hand leaving my hair and moving to his zipper. I rise up slightly and he undoes his pants, and then his cock is in his hand, precum leaking from the tip. My mouth waters. I rip myself away from where I’m sitting and drop to my knees, swallowing him down my throat before he can tell me no.
“Fuck,” he moans, his hand going back to fist my hair.
He never curses, and it sends a shot of desire rippling through me, the salty taste ofhimcoating my tongue as I move up and down his length.
“That’s it, petite pécheresse. Take it down your throat until you choke.” He punctuates his words with a sharp thrust, and the tip of him gags me, my eyes watering as he buries himself to the hilt and holds himself there.
I breathe through my nose, desire cramping my stomach.
My head is ripped back, and his dick slides out, angry and throbbing, a thin line of saliva attaching from the head to my lips. I move forward again, my tongue swirling around the tip, desperate for more.
He tsks, jerking the strands of my hair until I wince. The sharp shot of pain makes me see stars, and my pussy is on fire from how badly I need to come. Leaning down, he nips my bottom lip, his tongue swiping along the seam of my mouth and dipping inside like he’s trying to taste himself on me.
I need him like I need air.
“Tell me I can have you,” he murmurs against me. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
“Yours. Yes.Please,” I beg. My body trembles as he pulls me up to a standing position, his hands slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts and dragging them down my legs, torturously slow. My heart slams against my ribs as I let him set the pace.
As I give up control and surrender to anything he’s willing to give me.
My shorts are tossed to the side, and then his large palm is on the front of my cotton panties and he pulls, the fabric burning my skin deliciously as it tears.
He grips me firmly by the hips and pulls me back onto his lap, and when my pussy touches his naked cock, we both let out a moan.
I havedreamedof this moment.
Thought about it every time I slipped my own fingers inside my cunt and longed for it to be him.
“Fuck me till it hurts, Cade.Please.”
“I’m not going to fuck you, Amaya.” He pulls my hips forward, my pussy drenching his cock from how wet I am.
I whine, squeezing my eyes closed.
One of his hands leaves my hip and cups my cheek. I lean into the touch.
“I’m going to love you. Because loving you hurts so much more.”
My heart explodes and he slams me down on his cock, our hips slapping together as he fills me with every thick inch.
He lifts me up slightly with his other hand and then brings me down again, starting a punishing rhythm immediately, and my mind is collapsing and expanding like a galaxy is being born into the stars.
We’re a mess of limbs and sloppy kisses and fingers that tug and pull. It’s dirty, filthy,angry, and it feels like we’re on borrowed time.
“God, Cade, you feel— ” My voice chokes out as he fucks up into me and steals my breath.
I slip my hand down the front of my stomach, my fingers barely touching my clit before he rips my touch away. “Non,” he says. “When you’re with me, you’re withme.”
He covers my palm with his and moves us both back to my pussy, his thrusts slowing down as he maneuvers our fingers into a V shape so we surround his length, my hands growing slippery from my wetness on his skin. I lift up slightly so I can feel more of him under my fingers and then lower back down, tension coiling tightly in my abdomen when I touch where he disappears inside me.
I suck in a shaky breath.
“Feel yourself on me, mon trésor? How you drench my cock and how well I fill you up?” He thrusts again, his other hand moving to cup the back of my neck, dragging me forward until our foreheads touch. “Eyes on me, Amaya.”
Our gazes lock.
