“Yeah, take it all, baby.” She felt his hand at her lips as he pushed the dildo deep inside her, making her back arch and her cry to echo around the room.
He pulled it back, then pushed it in again, fucking her with slow easy strokes that had her forgetting all about who was watching, or who could hear her. All she cared about was the fire burning in her body and the need turning her into a creature of arousal, of lust.
“Cade. Cade. I can’t stand it.” She tossed her head, her inner body clutching at the slick device as he thrust it over and over inside her body, making her crazy. She could feel each movement, each fold of skin as it stretched over the flared head and thick shaft, clutching it, gripping hot and tight as she fought for release.
“No, not this time.” His fingers plucked gently at her nipple as he pulled back, then pushed in again. “You can’t climax on the dildo, baby. I’m just getting you ready for my cock. And you know how I like to fuck you.”
Marly screamed as the dildo speared home again in a long, hard thrust that had her teetering on climax. Then he pulled it back easy, delaying her as she cried out, nearly begging for it again.
“Suck my cock.” He jerked the dildo from her body, allowing it to fall carelessly to the floor. “Bend over and suck it, Marly. Remember, you’re being watched.”
She filled her mouth with his erection, not caring who saw or how angry they got. The hot flesh filled her mouth as Cade’s fingers went to her hair, clenching in the curls as he moaned against the suckling motions as she drew on him.
She drew over the thick length slowly, wanting to please him, wanting him groaning in his need for her. She felt his cock throb between her lips and beneath her hands that clutched the base of it. His hips lifted to her, thrusting himself inside her mouth as he fought his own release.
Her tongue flickered against the head, laving it, then her mouth sucked in deep, her lips stretched over the width, loving the taste of him, the sound of his harsh groans, the way his hips lifted to her.
“Enough.” He pushed her back. “Lay on the bed. Spread your legs real wide for me, Marly. I’ll make you come before I pull that plug out and sink into your tight little ass.”
Marly whimpered. She moved to the bed, doing as he told her, lying back on the bed, her legs spread wide. She watched as Cade moved over her, his hard cock angry looking, thick and full as he braced his weight on his elbows. He didn’t prepare her. He just adjusted his position then slammed himself to the hilt inside her. That was all it took. As he set up a hard, driving rhythm Marly’s climax shattered over her. She heard herself screaming his name, felt her body explode into white-hot fragments of pleasure that left her gasping, her chest heaving with the effort to draw in enough air to survive as he built her up again.
He pushed in, thrusting inside her again and again. His face was drawn into lines of agonized pleasure as he raided the tight, ultra-sensitive channel. Marly could feel the snug fit of her vagina around his erection. The device filling her rear making the pleasure so extreme, so impossible to resist that within minutes she was shattering again, bucking against his body, hearing his triumphant male cry and feeling the harsh blasts of his release into the receptive portal he plundered.
Marly was exhausted, her body dripping with perspiration, the echoes of pleasure unlike anything she had ever known vibrating through her as she felt Cade gently turning her body, placing her hips over the pillows he had lain beside her.
“I’ve dreamed of this, Marly,” he whispered as he slowly drew the plug from her rear, making her body shudder with renewed pleasure.
It was too much. She moaned on a protest as she felt the cool, slick application of the lubrication there once again.
“I’ve waited a long time, baby,” he growled, moving behind her now, one hand pulling the cheeks of her rear apart. “Too long for this.”
He sank in slowly, easily. Marly’s cries were more guttural now. She was distantly shocked at the sounds as she felt him slide to the hilt inside her. Finally, agonizingly, burningly aware of the tight fullness, the rush of blood as she lifted her hips, she took all of him.
Cade lay over her, his weight braced on his elbows at her shoulders as his lips ran a line of kisses over her shoulder.
“You’re so tight,” he whispered hotly. “So damned tight and hot I won’t make it long.”
As he started to thrust slowly, one hand moved beneath her body, his long fingers seeking the slick flesh of her vagina, then two fingers were plunging inside her in time to the heated thrusts burning her alive from behind. She tightened around him, making him groan harshly. She bucked against him, driving him deeper, whimpering as she felt a crescendo of pleasure unlike anything she had known before. She was drowning in it, burning alive as he began to move faster, harder. His fingers filled her, his cock destroyed her. Her vision grew hazy as fire spread along her body, drawing her taut, frightening her with its extremity.
“Don’t fight it, Marly,” he panted at her ear as her head began to toss in fear. “I’m here, baby. I’ll hold you. Just let it have you, Marly. Let it have you.”
She didn’t have a choice. Marly wanted to scream, but as the orgasm raced through her body, she couldn’t find the breath to emit that desperate cry. Then Cade’s fingers were plunging one last time, and she toppled over the precipice. She stiffened, tightened on his thrusting erection, his long fingers, further, relishing the drawn out moan of surrender, as she felt harsh, hot jets of his sperm releasing into her body.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“My kingdom for a beer.” Sam was pitiful, confined to his hospital bed, staring in bleak reflection at the wall opposite his bed.
“You don’t have a kingdom,” Marly informed him as she stared at him from the bottom of his bed.
He gave her a narrowed look promising retribution.
“Fine, then. Cade’s kingdom for a beer. My fucking Harley for a beer. Some one get me some damned alcohol.”
“What kind of drugs are you on?” Marly frowned down at him, wondering at his morose state of being.
“None of your business.” His mouth turned down, his blue eyes staring moodily up at Marly. “Did you bring me a beer, Sweetness? Please say you did.”
Marly tilted her head, then checked the doorway, ignoring his hopeful look.