Page 7 of Risk (Gods #3)

“I’m ready,” I whimper. “Want you inside me.”

I hear him curse, and then I feel the press of his dick at my entrance. He pushes inside me, stretching me, filling me.

I gasp.

He groans.

I pant.

My thighs shake as I adjust to his size.

The bite of pain I feel doesn’t last long before the sigh of pleasure overtakes me.

“That’s it. Take it all.”

“Yes,” I whimper when he bottoms out, his hips pressed up against my ass.

He grips my hips tight enough to leave a bruise. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”

I glance back at him. His features are taut.

“You’re so beautiful.” He slowly pulls out of me and then pushes back inside, making us both groan.

My head falls forward, my hair curtaining my face.

He keeps that pace for a short while, but then I can feel his tempo starting to increase, and I’m so here for it.

I start pushing back against his dick, fucking it as he fucks me.

“I wanted to go slow with you, but you’re so fucking hot, and I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.”

He’s wanted me for so long?

The words are thrown from my head when Kaden pulls out and slams back inside me, sending shocks of pleasure ripping through me.

“Oh my God,” I cry. “Yes, like that.”

And that’s how he fucks me. Fingers biting into my ass cheeks as he slams in and out of me.

“I’m getting close,” I tell him.

“Good girl,” he growls, running his hand up my spine.

He pulls out of me, and I cry out in protest.

He turns me onto my back, and his body comes down on mine. The feel of his skin against mine like this for the first time sends a low moan up my throat.

“I want you looking in my eyes when you come around my cock.” He slams his dick back inside me.

He sets a maddening pace, not fucking me hard, like before, but going slow.

“Harder,” I moan. “I want you harder and deeper.”

Growling, he gives me what I want and pumps his cock in and out of me. The slap of our skin makes it even hotter. Kaden dips his head and teases my nipple between his teeth, biting it, causing a sting that sends a bolt of desire straight to my clit.

“That feels so good.” I drive my fingers into his hair.

He looks up at me. Holding my stare, he bites my nipple again, making me cry out my pleasure, my back arching up. “You like it rough.”

It’s not a question, but I answer anyway. “I like what you’re doing to me. All of it.”

Grabbing my wrists, he pins them down on the bed above my head. “Legs around me,” he orders.

I wrap my legs around his waist, resting my heels on his firm ass.

He encircles both my wrists with one hand, holding them there, and then he starts to fuck me.

Hard. A punishing rhythm that totally does it for me, and the orgasm that was readying before rises up, and the telltale quivers in my belly let me know my orgasm is coming.

He puts a hand between us and pinches my clit, and I come—hard. So hard that white spots dance behind my eyelids. Fire ignites inside me, lighting me up. My inner muscles clamp down on his cock. The orgasm is so intense that my ears start to ring from the force of it.

Jesus .

He drops his head to my shoulder. “Fuck, you’re making me come,” he hisses against my throat.

I feel his hips lose rhythm, becoming frantic as he starts to come inside me.

We’re both panting, coming down from our high, the sounds loud in the quiet of my hotel room.

He presses a soft kiss to my neck before lifting his face to look at me. “Fuck, that was…”

“Yeah.” I blink back at him, a soft smile on my lips.

“You okay?”

He pushes back stray strands of hair that were stuck to my face, tucking my hair behind my ear. The gesture is sweet. I get that warm feeling in my chest again.

“I’m perfect.”

“Yeah, you are.” He kisses my lips once before pulling out of me. “I’ll just go clean up.”

I watch him walk to the bathroom. When the door closes behind him, I cover my mouth with my hand and do an internal scream.

I just had sex with Kaden Scott.

It’s the best kind of feeling when you finally get to be with the man you’ve been crushing on for so long, and he’s everything you ever thought he would be and so much more.

All the times I fantasized about having sex with Kaden, which was a lot, and it was way better than anything I conjured up in my mind.

The sex was phenomenal. I’ve had boyfriends. I’ve slept with other men, of course, but none of them has ever looked at me or fucked me or made me feel the way Kaden just did. He managed to fuck me rough and dirty and make me feel sexy and desirable while doing it.

I want him again. Already. And that never happens. Usually, once I’ve had sex with a man, I’m done and ready to sleep. But right now, I feel like I can go another round or five with Kaden.

What if he doesn’t want to have sex again with me though? The thought makes me pause. No, surely, this has to be the start of something. We’ve known each other too long for this to be just a onetime hookup. If it was a onetime hookup, he would have made that clear from the start, right?

Because I know I would have with him.

I want more than just tonight with Kaden, but I’m also not going to tell him that. I’m just going to go with the flow for the rest of the night and see what happens.

I pull my hand from my mouth when I hear the click of the bathroom door opening. Kaden appears, still naked, and his dick, now condom-free, is still flying at half-mast. That gives me a little hope that he wants me again.

“I brought you a cloth to clean up with.”

His thoughtfulness leaves me with a warm, gooey feeling in my chest. Clearly, I’ve been sleeping with the wrong kinds of men if this is what does it for me.

He comes over and sits on the bed beside me.

I go to take the cloth from him, but he moves it away and says, “Let me.”

My heart misses its next beat.

I part my legs so he can place the cloth on my pussy, which he does, and a breath shudders out of me as he cleans me up.

Our eyes connect for a moment, and I feel my heart thump in my chest before he says, “Let me just get rid of this.”

He tosses the cloth into the trash can in the room, and then he flicks off the light, climbs onto the bed beside me, pulls me into his arms, and kisses the top of my head.

I rest my head against his hard but surprisingly comfortable chest, and without meaning to, I fall asleep to the sound of Kaden Scott’s heartbeat, feeling happier than I can ever remember feeling.