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KADE

As soon as I climb into the shower with her, it takes me everything not to drop to my knees and beg for her forgiveness for who I’ve become.

Even if I did, and she asked me to stop all that I’ve been doing, I can’t.

I lied when I said I’d had two years to get over her.

Her green eyes drop to my dick, and she wraps her hand around it, using her grip to yank me towards her. “Am I a slut?”

I bite my lip. “You’re my slut.”

She narrows her eyes, watching me as she starts to pump me in her hand. “Better. But I’m not yours.”

“And I’m not yours.”

She keeps stroking my cock, but I grip her wrist, because I’m far too turned on to hold back if I need to cum. I want to spill inside her. I want to see it drip from her cunt, only so I can use my fingers to stuff it back inside her.

Not once have I ever wanted to cum inside someone, but with Stacey, I crave it. Maybe it’s because she was once carrying our child and I witnessed the start of the swelling of her womb. I loved her already, but knowing she was going to be the mother of my child made me worship her in ways I had no idea existed.

I wanted to marry her at the age of nineteen, for fuck’s sake.

We were young, but we were fully prepared to take on every single hurdle that would’ve been thrown at us.

Until that last one.

I shake off my thoughts and stare at the beautiful woman in front of me – her freckled, tanned skin, the curves she hates but I love.

I walk her into the water, turning her then pressing my front to her back and caressing her tits. I roll each nipple between my finger and thumb. My cock twitches against her ass.

“I need more.”

I pinch her nipple, and her head drops back to my chest. “More what?” I ask.

“Of you. This. The way it feels.”

Same. Fucking same here.

“How does it feel?”

“Good,” she replies, grabbing the back of my head with one hand and reaching the other behind her for my dick. “It feels good like this, Kade.”

My balls tighten as she carefully works me in her palm.

“That’s all?” I ask, sucking drops of water off her heated skin, working my lips up the side of her throat. “I’m going to make you feel more than fucking good.”

I could thrust forward and be fully sheathed in her depths. One wet movement, and I’d be inside her. One thrust, and she’d be full of my cock.

I move Stacey’s grip off my dick, both my hands on her ass now, spreading her cheeks. The swollen crown eases between them, and I stop pushing forward when the head reaches the entrance of her pussy. “You want this?”

“Yes,” she breathes, fisting my hair and arching her back so I have a better angle. “Please fuck me, Kade.”

“So pretty when you beg,” I whisper against her ear as the tip of my dick slowly sinks into her. “So fucking pretty.”

A hard thrust, and I’m wrapped securely by her cunt.

We both gasp, and I stay still, trying to stop my pounding heart from jumping out of my chest.

“Hands on the tiles.”

She lets go of my hair and does as she’s told, bending slightly.

I wipe my palm down my face, watching her body, my cock inside her, her pussy firmly capturing it. I run my hand down her spine, stopping at the base and pressing my thumb against her tight hole, making her flinch. “Can I fuck you here?”

“Absolutely not.”

I chuckle and move my thumb. “Next time.”

She doesn’t respond, so I grab her nape and force her to bend further.

I kick her legs apart and grab her hips, pulling out to the tip then sinking inside again. So tight. I pump slowly, rolling my hips against her. Each thrust is carefully controlled and deep.

She moves with me as the water soaks us, as we find a rhythm where my cock is buried deeper into her depths. “Harder,” she begs.

I pull out completely, and Stacey nearly screams as I thrust back in with force. Again. Again. Fucking her faster and harder until my lungs are seizing and my balls are slapping her clit. My teeth crash together, and I grab both of her wrists, slamming her body against the tiles as I keep shoving my cock inside her.

She moans repeatedly, reaching back to grip my hair again and tugging with full force while I devour her throat with my mouth and teeth. Pain and pleasure wrack my body, and my cock swells inside her.

She turns her head, her eyes finding mine, and I want to press my mouth to hers. She’s looking at me like I used to mean everything to her, and it pisses me off, but not because I don’t feel the same.

We’re each other’s dirty little secret. And it will probably always be that way.

The shower is raining down on us, our bodies slamming against one another, strangled noises ripping from our throats. She’s whimpering, gasping, and I want to kiss her so fucking badly. Our mouths are so close.

I haven’t kissed anyone in a long time. Not willingly. If someone pays Bernie extra, she forces me to kiss them. She even paid me a grand to feel my lips on hers.

Stacey will never let me kiss her. I know that. But that doesn’t mean I won’t fucking try.

I thrust deeper. Her eyes are still trained on mine as they begin to glaze over, pupils fully blown. She’s so close to tipping over the edge again.

She’s stunning.

I curl my hand between her legs, watching her as I circle her clit. She drops her gaze to my mouth before screwing her eyes shut.

My teeth snatch at her bottom lip, and she’s erupting. I don’t tip her over the edge when her orgasm hits – I fucking launch her as she detonates around me, cunt clenching my cock, strangling me hard enough I think I might be stuck. I keep going, fucking her tightness harder, rubbing her clit as she unravels.

Stacey yanks her bottom lip from between my teeth, and I taste her blood in my mouth, feel the warmth of it on my lips. I lick it as I watch her fall apart while I keep thrusting into her.

“Fucking love being inside your tight pussy. It was made for me,” I say, pressing my forehead to her and holding her to me. “You were made for me.”

Her eyes roll to the back of her head as her nails sink into my scalp and wrist.

She shakes in my hold. “Kade.” Her voice is strangled through a moan. “K—”

I can see the crack of thunder within her body and feel it around my dick when her entire body seizes, her legs like jelly. Her eyes widen on a scream, my name spilling from her mouth as she hits the pinnacle.

She goes limp in my arms, breathless.

It’s possible I just gave her the hardest orgasm of her life.

I grin as Stacey looks at me, her chest and cheeks red.

“Shut up,” she says with a quiet laugh, catching her breath. She wipes her mouth. “You bit me and cut my lip.”

“You pulled away,” I say with a shrug. “Self-inflicted.”

She winces as I pull out of her and turn her to me, cupping her face in my hands. Her eyes are glazed from her euphoria. “We aren’t done yet.”

I lift her into my arms, gripping her ass and carrying her to the room. Stacey captures my earlobe between her teeth, and I hiss at the sting of pain, but it only makes me harder.

I drop her on the bed and settle between her legs, sucking along her jaw then lowering to her throat. She shoves her hand into my wet hair, tugging hard and making me groan with fuckable rage.

We’re soaking the bed as we explore each other as if we haven’t a million times.

I take her tightening nipple into my mouth, and suck and bite and kiss while she whimpers. I watch her as I trail gentle kisses down the scar between her breasts, the raised skin she’s hidden until now, and vow I’m going to find out what happened.

If I ask, she’ll lie. She always lies.

My mouth travels up her throat, along her jaw, and I chance my luck.

But Stacey dodges my mouth when I try to kiss her, and it fucks me off enough that I lean up and press my hand into the pillow beside her head.

“I want to kiss you,” I tell her, taking her throat and cutting off her air. “Let me fucking kiss you.”

Her lips part, and I release her enough to speak. “It’s too intimate.”

A gasp rips from her throat as I force my cock into her pussy, sheathing me in her warmth. “And this isn’t?”

She flutters around me, still sensitive from her orgasm.

“You… You fuck all the time. I’m no different from the rest.”

That isn’t even slightly true.

I fist her hair, tugging her head back, and start slamming into her, hiking her leg to my hip to go deeper. “Is this too intimate?” I grit my teeth as she tries to shake her head, groaning loud as my cock threatens to spill inside her already. “Will I go harder? Faster?”

“F-Faster.”

I do. I fuck her with every ounce of speed I have.

I pull out, flip her over, pushing her down so she’s flat, and hammer into her again. Her sensitive area grinds into the mattress with each thrust, and every nerve within me sparks, my balls tight.

My body completely covers her. I’m taking what she’s giving, and none of this is forced. We want each other. We want this. We want the fucking orgasms causing havoc in our bodies.

“One more, Freckles. Come on.” I link our fingers in one hand and take her throat with the other. “Give me one more.”

I grit my teeth as she pulses around me one more time, screaming my name and gripping the sheets between our entwined fingers. Her cunt clenches around my cock, her throat working under my grip, and as my vision blurs, heat floods the base of my spine, muscles bunching at my thighs.

I see black before I’m falling over the edge with her, spilling every drop inside her.

I collapse, crushing her as we pant through the euphoria, slowly dragging my length through her depths until I can’t handle it anymore and pull out.

But I don’t move – I stay on top of her, pressing my lips to her shoulder and trying to fill my lungs.

I shift off her, my hand on her back. “You okay?”

Stacey manages a nod and quietly says, “Yeah. Are you?”

I frown. No one has ever asked me that after sex – am I okay? Fuck yes, I am.

“Yeah.”

There are so many words I want to blurt out, but I’ll regret them as soon as I do. We can never be together, not with our past and secrets and my life. I can’t have a girlfriend then go fuck and be fucked by both men and women while drugs are pumped into my body.

Against my thoughts, I lean forward to kiss her, but she turns her face away from me.

“I need to go get your clothes from dry cleaning,” she says, sitting up and hiding her tits from me. “I’ll call an Uber when I get back.”

I frown as she quickly collects clothes from her suitcase and hurries into the bathroom to clean up and get dressed.

I sink into the mattress and rub my hands down my face. Reality is slowly creeping in, and I want to kick it the fuck back to where it was. As soon as I charge my phone, the bubble we’re in pops.

Not a fan of that idea.

Stacey comes out, hoodie and leggings covering her now. “You should get something to eat. I think they do room service.”

I glance at her as she sits on the sofa and studies her phone, acting like I didn’t just make her explode numerous times, though her legs are still trembling slightly. “Why did you book your flight for two days’ time?”

Her eyes find mine over her screen. “It was the next one.”

“To Glasgow?” I shake my head. “They’re on every day.”

“Maybe I wasn’t in the mood to fly?”

I grin. “Or maybe you wanted to spend more time with me.”

She scoffs. “Don’t flatter yourself, Kade. I’m going to another hotel, and you can do what you want.”

“Nope. When I get my clothes, you’re coming to the mall with me. We’ll eat while we’re out.” I tilt my head. “I’ll let you drive whatever car I rent.”

I hate renting, but I haven’t had a chance to buy a new car after wrecking my Bentley.

Stacey’s phone screen gets her attention. “I can’t drive.”

I inwardly groan and get up from the bed as I pull on my boxers. I walk to her, tipping her chin up so she stops looking at her phone. Fuck. She’s gorgeous. I’ve never once thought any differently. “I taught you how to drive, remember?”

She knocks my hand away and tosses her phone aside. “Why? Why do you want to spend time with me?”

I shrug, knowing I’ve won. “Because you’re hiding, and I want to hide with you.” I caress her cheek and press my lips to her forehead, catching her off guard. “Let’s hide together, Freckles.”