Page 167 of Trapped With You

“Now ride me,” he demanded. “Fuck that pussy over my cock and make yourself come, Ella.”

He didn’t need to tell me twice.

I lowered myself onto him, inch by inch, whimpering because he was so long and thick and filling me perfectly.

“Good girl,” he praised. “All the way down—fuck.” He barked out a curse, drops of perspiration glimmering on his skin as I sank to the root. “That’s what I’m talking about, baby.”

My clit throbbed and my heart fluttered, loving the way he slowly unravelled for me, one stitch at a time. I kissed Cade, allowing myself time to adjust to him again.

Using his big muscular chest for leverage, I rocked up and down on his length, working him torturously slow, wanting to see him lose control and justsnap. Cade knew what I was doing, but he was letting me have my fun.

“Do you like it?” I licked the sweat from his jawline and bit into his skin like a wildcat. “When I ride your thick cock like a horny slut?”

On a particular downstroke, I clenched around him and raked my fingernails over his abs with wickedness. Cade threw his head back on a beastly groan, looking like a famished dirty prince coming home and finally having his lover service him. God, he was so fucking hot in the midst of pleasure, his fingers digging into my hips with a bruising quality.

“You dicktease,” he growled and slapped the leather belt against my ass in warning. “I said to fuck me.”Slap. “Not play games.”Slap. “Get to it.”Slap. “Or I will punish you.”

I cried out, clenching around him. I loved his wrath on my skin. It turned me on like no other. Leaning forward until my pebbled nipples brushed against his chest, I whispered, “Maybe I want to be punished.”

His eyes flashed with a menacing gleam. With a cruel smirk, he grabbed my waist, braced his feet against the bed and pulled me off his cock. “Who am I to deny the love of my life, hm?”

Next second, I was slammed back onto his cock and then he started fucking into me from below. Fast. Deep. Fuckingruthlessly. The sheer force of his pounding had my body bouncing on top of him with each savage thrust. I had to hold on to the banging headboard and grip the silk sheets so I wouldn’t fall off his lap. “My, God. Cade, Cade, Cade.”

“That’s right, Ella.” He punched his cock inside of me brutally. “Your God.”Thrust. “In.”Thrust. “Every.”Thrust. “Goddamn.”Thrust. “Way.”

He was selfishly using me for his pleasure, battering my pussy with no remorse, igniting a flurry of sparks every time he hitthatspot inside of me. I loved every second of it. I screamed for more, my voice raw from begging him to never stop.

The angle was doing wonders for my clit. I had missed this, him, usso much.

Closing my eyes, I moaned as I neared my peak.

“Mo chuisle,” he murmured in a soft tone, despite our rough love-making. “Open your eyes. Let me see all your shades and colours.”

I gave him what he wanted.

Cade’s sky blue gaze locked onto mine as he ruined, tamed, owned me. This was my forever, my happily ever after, my lifetimes wrapped into one. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

“Don’t come yet,” he warned, despite being close himself. “Not until I say so.”

He was killing me. I was so close. “No, no, no. Cade,please.”

“Answer me first.” He slowed his thrusts to slow, deep ones to edge me. I whined from frustration, sinking my nails in his inked torso. “Who gets to treat you like his dirty little princess?”

Only you. “Cade.”

“Who gets to fuck you until the day we die?”

Beautiful, jealous, possessive man. “Cade.”

“Who gets to have this pussy sitting on his face whenever he wishes?”

I nearly squirted. “Cade.”

“Who gets to tattoo his name on your skin?”

If this pop quiz didn’t finish soon, I was going to die. “Cade!”

“Good girl.” His intense expression softened a hint as he kissed me tenderly. “Let me give you your reward now.”