“I get wet just thinking about you,” she whispered.
“Always knew she was a dirty girl.” His words vibrated over her skin as he worked his way up her body, kissing every inch of skin. “My dirty girl.”
“Your old lady.”
Desire sparked in his eyes, fierce and hot. “Mine.”
And then he reached her breasts and she couldn’t speak for the need pounding through her veins. He took his time, his hands stroking and squeezing as he sucked and licked her nipples. Dawn writhed on the bed, pulling against the bonds until they chafed her wrists.
“If you hurt yourself, I’ll throw you over my knee and spank you,” he murmured against her breast.
“This just gets better and better. Or maybe it’s worse and worse. I can’t tell anymore. The only thing I know is that I need to come so bad it hurts.”
“Hmmm.” Cade stroked his jaw. “Hurting is bad.”
“Very bad.”
He cupped her sex with his warm hand then pushed a thick finger inside her wetness. “Does it hurt here?”
Dawn’s body arched at the exquisite intrusion and she ground against his finger. “I don’t think your itty-bitty finger can reach where it hurts. Maybe you should use something bigger.”
A cheeky smile played over his lips, and he added a second finger, pressing against her sensitive inner walls. “Like this?”
“Not bad.” She yanked impatiently against the restraints, digging her heels into the bed, trying to get more of what he was holding tantalizingly just out of reach. “But maybe you have something even bigger and more … satisfying.”
“Maybe I do.” He added a third finger, stretching her, filling her, making her eyes water with the sheer pleasure of his touch. “But you don’t get that until you come for me.” He thrust in deep, and then pumped hard. Dawn’s hips jerked, matching his rhythm, and the headboard banged against the wall.
“Shhhh, babe.” He grabbed the headboard with his free hand. “You wake the girls and I guarantee you a night of frustration.”
“It’s already a night of frustration.” She moaned and rocked against his hand. “Make me come.”
He lifted an admonishing eyebrow. “Is that a request?”
“It’s a goddamn fucking order from your old lady,” she bit out. “Make me come. Now.”
“Pleasure.” He slid down and settled himself on the bed between her parted legs, his breath warm against her sex. “I like this view.”
“Cade…”
He stroked her curls. “Such a pretty pussy.”
Dawn wanted to scream, but she couldn’t. Not with the girls in the next room. So she growled softly instead. “Stop teasing.”
Cade looked up and grinned. “I got a bossy old lady.”
“You have a wet old lady. Soon to be a pissed-off old lady who will be closing the heavenly gates if you don’t get down to business.”
“Business? Not pleasure?” He leaned down and drew her clit into his mouth as he thrust his fingers back inside her. The sudden intense sensation of his warm, wet mouth, the velvet caress of his tongue, and the gentle suction of his lips on her clit finally took her over the edge. She climaxed hard and fast, burying her face in her shoulder to muffle her scream as a fierce burst of pleasure sizzled through her veins then faded into a gentle throb.
“Nothing I like better than watching you come.” Cade feathered kisses over her mound, then slid his fingers out and wiped her moisture along her inner thigh. Deliciously dirty. Painfully erotic. But that was Cade.
“Need more?”
Dawn nodded. She was so wet, so wanting. The climax had barely taken off the edge. “I need you inside me.”
He reached up and undid her restraints then flipped her over. “Wanna fuck you tied up, but I’m thinking the headboard is gonna be a problem. I want you so bad, I’m gonna take you hard, and I’m gonna take you raw, and I’m gonna be rough ’cause I know you can handle it.” He positioned her on her knees facing the headboard and knelt behind her, his chest tight against her back as he lifted her hands and wrapped her fingers around the iron rail. “There we go, beautiful girl. Don’t move.”
She looked behind her, drinking in his lean muscles, and received a sharp slap of reprimand. “Eyes forward.”
Far from hurting, the sting on her ass only added to her frustration. She needed him to relieve the ache in her core, and she needed it now. With a quick pleading glance over her shoulder, she spread her legs by way of invitation.
“That’s what I like to see. My girl open and ready for me. Needing my touch.” His fingertip grazed over her folds, dipped inside testing her wetness, then brushed lightly over her clit, drawing a gasp from her lips.
“So soft.” He leaned over her, his chest pressed against her back, as his fingers wandered over her body, stroking her breasts and thighs, feathering over her sex. Dawn’s clit throbbed for more attention, and she clutched the headboard until her knuckles whitened. He felt so good, his body hot and hard against her, his hands confident as he touched and teased.