Page 67 of Insatiable

He glances at his cock.

I shrug with a soft smile. “I owe you one.”

He doesn’t like that response. His eyes darken, and he grabs his dick and slaps it against my bottom lip, sliding it against my cheek to wipe away my tears.

“This doesn’t change things.” He slides a hand in my hair and pulls until I feel a smidge of pain, and my inner walls quiver with desire. “You fucked me over and I can’t forgive you. Expect nothing from me. If you want to suck my cock, do it, but with zero expectations—”

“Then stop stopping me, you idiot.”

I take him deep into my throat again, swallowing around him, and his fingers tighten in my hair, eyes rolling to the back of his skull.

He groans. “Fuck, Stacey.”

I hold him there for a few seconds, sucking and licking, his cock swelling with each throb. A deep, vibrating moan comes from his chest as I take him to the hilt. My eyes water more, but I keep watching him as I stay there for a few seconds before coming back up for a lungful of air. My nipples tighten under my dress, and I fight the urge to rip the fabric off and caress my aching breasts.

Against his swollen, leaking tip, I whisper, “Still hate me?”

He groans and fights a snarl. “Stop talking.”

Kade silences me further by shoving both hands into my hair and yanking my head back down. And then he fucks my mouth, making saliva gather – faster and harder, until I gargle for air, and I’m certain his assistant can hear me choking on his cock.

His grunts and moans and breathy curses fill the air, almost drowning out the music playing from the speakers at each corner of the aircraft.

Kade sucks on his bottom lip, and I can tell he’s close as his cock twitches through each pull and lap, and the caresses of my hand. His hands are still twisted in my hair, holding me in place as he raises his hips with brute force. I gag and choke and moan around his thickness, falling into a hum as his thrusting slows down.

“You like this, don’t you?” he rushes out. “I can tell how turned on you are. Such a whore, my Freckles.”

My mouth is stretched over his base, and he buries himself deep, watching my eyes water. He moves strands of dark hair from my face and wipes the tears away with his thumb. “I want these tears. None of these other dramatics. Tears from sucking my cock. You’re dying to touch yourself, aren’t you?”

I manage a nod with a mouthful of dick. If I don’t get some sort of release, I’ll scream. I’m aching between my legs, my breasts feel heavy, and I’m absently grinding my thighs together.

Kade blows out a breath, chest heaving, as he slowly pumps his hips into my mouth. “Show me how wet you are.”

With no hesitation, I reach under my dress to feel how soaked I am. Moving aside my underwear, I groan around his head as I circle my clit with the tip of my middle finger, finally getting the pressure I need. I dip in and lift my dripping fingers up to show him.

He continues thrusting. “Keep touching yourself. I want your fingers deep in your cunt while I cum in your mouth.”

I whimper around him as I sink two fingers inside my pussy and rub my clit with the other hand.

Kade throws his head back. “Fucking hell. I’ve missed your mouth.”

I push a third finger in, and I’m close to exploding. I struggle not to sob from the surreal feeling of my walls clenching around my fingers with building heat.

“You can take me deeper. Suck me into your throat.” He thrusts into my mouth, and his swollen crown hits the back of my throat then slides down.

“Just like that. All of it. Take every fucking inch. Now swallow around my cock.Fuck!”

I can already feel the snake of pleasure wrapping around my spine and coiling deep within my core. Both of Kade’s hands fist in my hair again to still my head bobbing on his cock as he groans deeply and empties right down my throat.

The length of him pulses and thickens through each twitch, and he swears, gripping my hair painfully as I suck hard and my own orgasm hits, wet, blinding-hot heat coursing through my body.

He watches me scream around his cock as I rub my clit until I can’t any longer. My heart rate has sped up to a dangerous pace, my thighs soaked, hair a mess.

I remove my fingers, and he captures my wrist so he can suck them. The warmth of his tongue working against them and the way his gaze stays fixed on mine has my heart beating even faster.

Wetness drips from my mouth as I slowly drag in air to my starved lungs, a string of drool stretching from his crown to my lips. He runs his thumb across my mouth. “Good girl. If there’s anything I miss about us, it’s how well you suck my cock.” He’s still hard as he snatches my throat. “Now climb up here and fucking ride me.”

His reload time has always been impressive.

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