Then his hands are back on the remainder of the dress which he effectively renders in two. He’s so damn hot, I can’t even believe it. Once the dress is nothing but a crumpled piece of fabric on the bathroom floor, he steps back from me.
I watch his eyes travel down the back of me. Is he going to change his mind now? Now that he can see how thick my thighs are, the dimples in my skin, the size of my ass. I hold my breath and wait for him to walk away from me.
“Goddamn, Sugar, you are something else. Like peaches and cream. What color is your hair when it’s dry?”
I lick my lips. “Bright red. I’ve been told I favor that actress, Christina something.”
“She’s not as pretty as you.” One arm comes around my body and his hand smooths down my stomach and slides right into the front of my panties. One finger slips between my folds and I swallow my groan. “None of that. I want to hear your noises. Every moan, every pant, they belong to me. Who’s making you wet like this?”
“You are.”
“Name.”
“Cade. You’re making me so wet, Cade.”
“That’s right, Sugar.” He slides that thick finger inside me.
“Yes,” I hiss.
“I’m going to make you even wetter. I’m going to finger this pretty pussy until you come all over my hand. Then I’m going to fuck you from behind.”
“Oh God.” No man has ever talked to me like this. I wouldn’t have thought I’d like such a thing, but it is making me so hot. “I want all of that.”
He removes his hand, then he grabs the back of my thong and tugs until the lace snaps. He slides it out—the lace caressing my tender flesh as it moves—and drops it on the floor. He grabs my ass, one cheek in each hand.
“This ass.”
“Don’t you think those blue jeans highlight the parts of your figure you’d rather disguise?”.
My mother’s words are like a damn specter haunting my subconscious. “It’s big, I know.”
“It’s fucking perfect. You hear me?”
I know it’s not perfect. It’s too big. Too much. Like all of me is.
But when he looks at me like this, I almost believe him. I want to believe him. Want to believe that it’s fucking perfect to him. So, I nod.
“Open your legs a little wider. That’s it. Look at you standing there in nothing but a garter belt and those sheer fucking stockings. You’re like a fantasy come to life.” He pulls his wallet out of his pocket, takes something out of it, then sets them both on the bathroom counter. Wallet. Condom.
Then he’s got one hand on my breast and one between my thighs.
He’s playing my body like it was made specifically for him. He rolls my nipple between his fingers. Two fingers slide up inside me and curl until they reach that elusive spot I’ve never been able to find.
“Oh yes.”
The heel of his hand presses right against my clit as he begins to rock his fingers inside me.
“Turn your head, Sugar. I wanna kiss you.”
I do as I’m told and his lips crush to mine. I’ve never kissed a man with facial hair before and it immediately makes me wonder what that would feel like between my thighs. His tongue slides against mine and he growls as I kiss him back. It’s sloppy and single-handedly the hottest kiss of my life.
There are so many sensations happening in my body right now I’m not sure where to focus. My orgasm comes out of nowhere, slamming through my body in nearly violent waves. I pull away from our kiss and cry out his name. He keeps his fingers moving, wringing out every last bit of my climax, until I nearly collapse back into him.
One thick forearm wraps around my middle. The contrast between his darker skin with the even darker hair sprinkled across his arm is blatant, but nothing has ever looked or felt more right to me than that.
Chapter 3
Cade
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Watching Summer fall apart in my arms is the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She’s perfect. And it feels like it was meant to be that she just got in my car. Nothing about her feels like a random hookup. But that’s crazy thinking.
I swipe the condom pack from the counter and unzip my pants. I’ve got my cock out and the condom rolled down in thirty seconds.
Her pretty eyes are watching me and I fucking love it.
“Bend over just a little and put your hands flat on the counter.” I press on her back just a little to get her in the right position. I run my hand across her pussy lips. I’m dying to get my mouth on her, but that’ll have to wait for later. Right now I feel like I’ll die if I’m not balls deep inside her.
“It’s been a while,” she says softly.
“What’s that, Sugar?”
“Since I’ve been intimate with anyone. It’s been a long time.”
“Your last man didn’t take care of you?”
“My last man said he respected me too much.”
I run my hand from her neck all the way down her spine then grip her ass. “Your body was made for loving. Sounds like that guy was an idiot. But I’ll go slow if you need me too. I’m not a small man.”
She reaches behind and her pale fingers wrap around my dick. Fucking condom. Even still her grip is tight and perfect.
“I don’t need you to go slow. Make me feel like a woman who’s wanted.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem.” I line myself up at her entrance and tease my dick across her folds. “Because I want you.” I tilt my pelvis forward and slide inside. She’s so wet from her orgasm, that it’s not much of a struggle to push all the way. But she is really tight. “Fuck. You feel so perfect, Summer.”
I shift back, then plunge forward. She gasps and smacks her hands on the counter.
“Oh wow, that’s really good.”
She’s not wrong. It is so good. The way her hot tight channel caresses my cock as I thrust in and out. If I’m not careful I’m going to come before I’m ready.
I grip her hips.
“Harder, please.”
And I do as the lady wishes. Me slamming into her has her big tits swinging and it’s a damn sexy sight. This woman might ruin me.
“Oh, Cade, oh, fuck it’s so good. It’s never been this good. I…I…” Her eyes widen, then her pussy walls tighten on my dick as she cries out.
I wink at her. “G-spot.” And I’m not anywhere near being done. I keep one hand on her hip, and put the other up to her tit. They’re perfect. Pale, milky skin, big and lush—enough to fill my giant hands—with pale pink nipples. “Play with your clit.”
“What?”
“Put your hand between your legs and play with your clit.”
“I won’t be able to come again. I’ve already twice and that’s never happened before.”
“Sugar, trust me.”
She bites down on that bottom lip, but takes her right hand and slides it between her thighs. I know when she touches because she moans at the contact.
I want her to come one more time before I get mine. I can last. I’m a master at mind over matter. You don’t lose half a leg to an IED and learn to walk again with a prosthetic and not have some patience with your body.