Page 37 of Entangled
He’d just barely started feasting between my legs and already I could feel an orgasm building up, hitting me like a freight train.
“Kade!” I whimpered, doing my absolute best not to scream his name already, feeling embarrassed at how badly I wanted him, and how desperately I needed him.
“Give it to me, Soren. Lose control for me,” he said, his words mumbled, vibrating my core that he didn’t dare move his mouth from.
And lose control I did.
The orgasm flooded my body, from my head to my toes, ecstasy running through my veins. I had never had the luxury of feeling anything like this, and I never wanted it to stop. I couldn’t get enough.
And with that came fear.
Fear of attachment. Fear of hope.
Kade must have been able to sense it too because I watched a dark look grace his features.
“Don’t do that, Soren,” he said sternly. “Don’t take pleasure away from yourself. Pleasure that you deserve.”
He pulled my pants up over my ass, and I took that as a sign he was done with me.
But then he gently moved me to my knees, my head level with his crotch. Giving Jude blowjobs was my least favorite part of our sexual activities. He made me feel like I wasn’t good, and that I didn’t know what I was doing or how to pleasure him.
Kade pulled his pants down in one swift motion, his dick snapping to attention in front of me. I gripped his length in my hand, already eliciting a groan from him.
“Kade, I’m not very good at this,” I said, adjusting myself so my mouth was level with him. “I don’t know what I’m?—”
Before I could finish, he grabbed a fistful of my hair and plunged himself into my mouth.
“Soren, I’m sick of you doubting how fucking sexy you are,” he growled, working me up and down his cock at a steady rhythm. “Now shut that pretty little mouth of yours and suck my dick like the filthy slut I know you are.”
I moaned, lips wrapped around him, confidence building inside me. He upped his speed, but I took over, giving it to him just as fast, taking him in the back of my throat.
“Show me those perfect tits, princess,” he groaned, lending me a hand with lifting my sports bra over my breasts. He took a handful in each of his hands and squeezed.
“Fucking perfect, Soren,” he complimented. “Now play with them yourself.”
I moaned around him again, taking my nipple and squeezing it between my fingers, causing a buildup of need in my core, craving him inside me again.
“If you keep going like this, I won’t be able to control myself,” he said, implying that I already knew and surprised myself with how much I wanted him to spill himself down my throat soon, so he could take me again.
I looked him in the eyes, and I knew he could read it in my face.
“Such a dirty girl, Soren,” he teased, gripping my hair again and thrusting himself into my mouth. He didn’t hesitate before letting loose down my throat, with a moan so loud, and my name on his lips. I knew without a shadow of a doubt I was already soaked again for him.
“Atta girl,” he said, gripping me by the chin and pulling me to a standing position. “Now I’m going to sit you on that workout bench and watch you ride me in the mirror’s reflection.”
He shook the pants from his legs and gripped my hand, pushing me into a sitting position on the bench and looking into my eyes through the mirror.
Another fantasy I had no idea I wanted to make come true.
He stripped me of my pants, took the sports bra over my head, sat down, and positioned me above him, ready to sit on his dick.
He held me by my hips, taunting me, teasing me as his cock moved through my wet cunt.
But two could play at that game.
In one swift motion, I fisted his length and plunged myself down, letting him stretch me fully.
“Fuck Soren!” He yelled, but I knew it was more out of pleasure than anything else.
