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Cade groans, his arms shaking. “Okay?”
“Okay,” I answer.
“I’m going to stay here for a bit,” he groans, short strokes hitting a spot inside that makes a moan escape my throat.
Little by little, his movements become more exaggerated, until I’m following along with him, meeting his thrusts.
He lifts up, fingering the necklace on my bare chest. “This, Sunshine, is me claiming you. When you come all over my dick, you’ll never want anyone else.”
“Is that so?”
He fills me over and over again, his hips shifting against me slowly, deliberately.
Peering up, I smile when he moans long and hard, but instead of pleasure, I see a grimace. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t hold it anymore,” he gasps. “I’m going to…” He thrusts forward, letting out a surprised cry. His dick jerks inside me, and I grab him, pulling him closer.
“Oh, Cade, yes.”
He collapses on top of me. “I couldn’t help myself. You’re too damn perfect, strangling my cock. Jesus, Sunshine.”
I giggle, and he peers down at me.
“You think that’s funny?”
“I think I love making you feel this way.”
“Same.” His eyes flash in a challenge, and then he’s pulling out of me, moving south until his mouth is on me again, his fingers finding their way inside.
“Cade!”
My hips search for his mouth like they’re starved, and he gives it to me, working me up in no time until I’m shaking on his bed again.
“Come for me.”
A desperate sound flies from my mouth.
“On my tongue, sexy girl.”
My vision explodes as I do what he says, my body releasing all the pent-up pleasure. “Cade!”
The rush of excitement crescendos, then slips into a haze, heart thumping, toes curling.
Cade rolls onto the bed next to me, cupping my face, his gaze tracking down to the necklace and then back up again. “Charley Heywood, you are something else.”
“Cade Farmer, you are…a dream. Thank you for seeing me when no one else did.”
“Sunshine, it’s getting harder and harder to see anything else but you.”
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Cade
My eyes blink open like they’re being willed apart, slowly wading through a sleepy jungle to spot a silhouette in front of me pulling on her dress.
“Charley, what’s wrong?” I glance at the clock. It’s two a.m.
“Shh, go back to sleep,” she whispers.