Montana Wild, page 15
“Take off your sweatshirt,” he commands. The look in his eyes clearly daring me not to obey.
Without a word, I sit up to take it off. I’m too turned on to be offended by the dominating behavior—quite the opposite. I’m left sitting on the bed in my bra and sweatpants.
I watch Kade stand over me, his broad chest on display. His mesmerizing gaze roaming over my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He looks at me like he’s never seen anything like me before, and I like that. Even though I always hated to be reduced to my appearance by people, this doesn’t feel like that. I’m not an empty canvas to Kade, I’m so much more.
For the first time since I’ve developed boobs as a teenager, I feel like a man sees me for me, not just the exterior I’m blessed with. But my passions, my talents, hell, he even seems to enjoy my sharp tongue.
“Fuck,” he murmurs while staring at my collarbone. I realize belatedly that’s he’s staring at my scar. I know what it looks like, all angry and red, but I was assured with time it will barely be noticeable.
I avert my gaze, unsure how to take his words, when the bed dips and I feel his lips trace the skin softly. He works his way up my neck to my ear. “You’re beautiful, Princess, inside and out. A scar isn’t going to take away from that.” I shiver as his breath tickles the shell of my ear with each word he speaks.
I fall on to my back with him hovering above me. My breathing is growing erratic, my blood pounding in my veins. Every fiber of my being is burning up with the desire for him to touch me, any part of me. Instead he’s making me wait, his eyes ablaze with a raging fire I want to melt in.
“Kade… Please.”
“Yeah?” his voice dips low while he slowly lifts a hand to my bra strap and moves it down my shoulder. “What is it you want, Princess?” He tugs down my bra, exposing my nipple, before his thumb swipes across the stiff bud.
I realize what he’s doing, the bastard wants me to beg. But I don’t beg, even though I want nothing more than for him to take me.
Instead, I move my hands to the waistband of his jeans and with swift movements undo the buttons of his pants and dive my hand inside his underwear.
His eyes widen slightly when my hand wraps around his length, clearly surprised I’d take control like that. I try to pump it in the confined space, and enjoy the pleasure entering his features and the groan escaping his lips.
We stare at each other for a minute, neither one of us willing to give up control just yet. My core is slick, soaking through my panties, and desperate for release.
I press my eyes closed when he suddenly twists my nipple slightly, sending shock waves through every nerve ending.
“Motherfucker,” I groan, pushing off the bed and into his hand. At the same time, I involuntarily squeeze his dick in my hand, causing him to curse.
“Jesus, you’re stubborn.”
“So are you,” I counter, but I can’t do this anymore. I need him too badly. I need him to fill me up and pound me into the mattress.
I pull my hand out of his pants and try to shove them down his thighs instead, eager to see his dick in all its glory. “Now please, fuck me already, you bastard.”
“There we go. Though, I would have preferred you begging without the insult at the end.” Suddenly, he’s gone from above me, leaving me dizzy. I feel his hands at the waistband of my sweatpants, ripping them down my legs, including my panties, leaving me naked but for the bra. So I lean up to take it off, while I watch him drop his pants and underwear.
I don’t have time to admire his physique as much as I would liked as his dick springs free, standing at attention. A slow, sexy grin appears on his face right before he rolls on a condom he produced from somewhere and crawls up my body, still not touching me.
I fist the sheets, not willing to give in again, waiting for him to make the next move. I rub my thighs together, trying to find some relief while I wait.
He doesn’t say anything, he just watches my every movement while he pulls his lower lip between his teeth. A move so sexy I can’t help but moan, more arousal flushing my body.
“Ready to give in yet?” He’s close enough I can feel his breath on my cheek and neck, and yet, he still feels like he’s miles away. My body is craving his touch, his skin connecting with mine, his weight pressing me into the bed.
My eyes find his blue ones, and I realize one thing—this isn’t about him breaking me, making me submit so he’ll have the upper hand. This is about me giving him my trust by giving in, something I’ve never done before, and something he clearly knows. It’s about me trusting him enough to give up control and let him decide my pleasure. And suddenly, I don’t care about being the one in control anymore.
All I want—need—is him.
I need him to douse this fire he ignites inside of me.
I need him inside of me, desperately.
I lift my palms to his chest, feeling his heart beat frantically, before I move them up to his neck, squeezing lightly.
“Please, Kade, I need you.” I don’t care anymore if I sound wanton. My body isn’t able to keep that a secret any longer anyway. “I need you inside of me.”
“Your wish is my command, beautiful.” And with that, he slowly pushes his dick inside of me.
I moan at the feeling of him stretching me. This feels perfect, like he was made for me in every way possible.
His movements are slow and deliberate. Unlike me, he’s still tightly hanging on to his control. Now that I’ve given in and accepted the fact that I probably always will when it comes to this man, I want him to give in too. To lose the rest of his tightly held control.
When he’s fully seated inside of me, I clench my muscles, causing his forehead to drop to mine, and a moan to rip from his throat. “Fuck.”
“That’s what I’m waiting for you to do. Stop playing around and show me you can take care of this ache. Or I’ll have to do it myself.” I issue the challenge knowing him enough by now to know he won’t like me insinuating he isn’t up for something. If Kade has one thing in plenty of demand, it’s pride, something I plan to exploit as much as possible in the future.
“I know what you’re up to, Princess. But I can’t resist your tight as fuck pussy.” With that, he pulls out before he pounds back into me, hitting the one spot inside of me that makes my eyes cross.
“Fucking hell,” I cry out in pleasure, my nails digging into the skin of his neck.
He sets a brutal pace, driving in and out of me, building an orgasm inside of me I can tell is going to annihilate me and leave me shattered. And I love it, every single second of it.
“Come for me,” he groans while staring intently into my eyes, willing me to give him every little piece of me.
I try to hold back, make this incredible feeling last as long as possible, but I can’t. His dick hits that spot over and over again, the pleasure nearly unbearable. It’s when his head descents and he sucks one nipple into his mouth while he squeezes and twists the other one that I lose control. My orgasm his like a tidal wave, uncontrollable and intense.
Something I’ve never felt before.
“Oh, my God,” I yell as the waves of pleasure continue to run through me, and I keep pulsing around his length, causing him to lose his hold on control and follow me.
“Fucking hell,” he groans and collapses on top of me, kissing my neck and tenderly caressing my sides.
Chapter Fifteen
Kade slowly pulls out of me, drawing one last groan and shudder from me. He drops to the mattress next to me. I can feel his stare caressing my skin while I try to get my breathing under control.
“That was…” I’m not sure how to describe the feelings he evoked in me. I’ve never felt anything remotely like this. He made me feel secure, cared for, and gave me the most intense pleasure I’ve ever known.
“I know, Princess.”
I turn my head to look at him. The satisfied expression on his face says it all. A small, pleased smile is tugging at the corners of his mouth. He leans over and gives me a quick peck on the mouth before he leaves the bed.
I watch his taut ass walk away from me in the darkening light as dusk settles outside. I don’t move but languidly stretch my muscles. I’ll be sore come morning, but in the best way possible.
I hear the toilet flush and hear him walk back toward the room. I haven’t moved from my position when he enters, and my eyes automatically run across his torso, following each sinewy muscle down to his dick.
He’s semi-erect again, and it seems to twitch as soon as I look at it. I unconsciously bite my lip while picturing dropping to my knees and sucking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip, tracing the vein running the length of it.
“I like whatever thoughts are running through your mind,” I hear his rough voice from in front of me, but I barely pay attention to it, way too intrigued by my fantasy. “Come here.”
It’s the command in his voice that finally snaps me out of my fantasy. Without hesitation, I roll to my knees and slowly crawl toward him.
His eyes dilate watching me and the heat I’ve come to recognize fills them, eclipsing the gray.
As soon as I’m within reach, his hand fists in my disheveled hair and pulls my head back. He whispers, low and seductive, “Good girl.”
A keening sound escapes from deep within my throat, a noise I’ve never heard myself make before, and my internal muscles pulsate. I’ve never thought I’d be the one to respond to such dominating behavior, but here I am, wanting and hungry for this man in front of me.
My body strains toward him without me realizing what I’m doing until the hand grabbing my hair pulls me back.
“Tell me what you want, Princess.” He leans down, his breath tickling the shell of my ear. “And make sure to be detailed.”
Holy fuck. How did I never see this side of Kade? Sure, he’s always been domineering, but I didn’t expect him to be this forceful in the bedroom.
I can’t believe I’m getting off on his intensity and dominant side.
Letting go of any lingering inhibitions, I don’t think about my words, I let the desire take over my being. “I want to suck your cock. I want to tease you and make you lose your precious control. Then I want you to fuck my throat, see if you can beat my gag reflex, while I cradle and massage your balls.”
I’m surprised at my own brazen behavior, but I love how the words cause his breath to hitch and the fingers holding on to me squeeze involuntarily, pulling on my roots. But the pain doesn’t bother me, if anything, it heightens my awareness of the powerful man standing in front of me.
“Well then, get to work,” he commands before he stands up straight. His hand doesn’t leave my hair, but his hold loosens.
I don’t hesitate, the need to please him taking over my whole body. I reach out with my hand and grip his erection, slowly pumping his length. I lean forward and lick his tip slowly, while I trace the vein running up his length. Teasing him like this is probably my favorite thing to do. I enjoy hearing his breathing speed up, the fingers tense in my hair.
When I can’t hold back anymore, I wrap my mouth around him, massaging the underside of his cock with my tongue. I keep my pace torturously slow, drawing a frustrated growl out of him.
“Fuck.”
I let him pop out of my mouth and look at him through my lashes. “You enjoy that?” I have no doubt my smirk is smug.
He doesn’t answer, and before I have a chance to figure out why, he pries my mouth open with the thumb of the hand not holding on to my hair. A move so smooth and practiced I wonder about it for all of a second before I’m distracted from my train of thought by his cock filling my mouth. I don’t have time to worry about my gag reflex as he’s thrusting deep into my throat.
Unlike mine, his pace is not slow and controlled but savage and fast.
I have a moment of triumph at causing him to lose control.
“Take me.” His voice is rough and raw, like gravel on a country road. “Take all of me.”
Unable to answer, I do the only thing I can, I try to relax my throat as much as possible, allowing him to slide even deeper. I have trouble breathing, but I don’t care, too turned on by the rough way he’s treating me.
My pussy is pulsating, needing to be filled so badly my arousal is coating my thighs. I can’t help myself, I plunge my fingers into my pussy, trying to satisfy the need burning inside of me, when Kade suddenly stops moving, giving me a slight reprieve.
“Don’t.” I’m confused until he elaborates, “I’m the only one to make you come tonight.” I remove my fingers and my body cries out at the loss.
My breathing is choppy, and my limbs are shaking.
I thought I could pay him back for teasing me, but the bastard turned the tables on me. Instead of me teasing him, he’s the one teasing me. It’s me who’s kneeling in front of him unable to hang on to control.
“Please…” The word slips out without permission, the neediness clearly audible. I can’t even feel bad about it, the urge to have him fill me, give me the pleasure only he can, too big. “Please, Kade.”
He stares at me for a moment, his gaze intense and calculating, like he’s trying to figure out whether to give in to his baser urges or keep torturing me. “Next time don’t forget to massage my balls, Princess,” he whispers in an ominous promise.
Without giving me a chance to respond, he flips me onto my back, then my stomach, and before I know it, I’m in front of him with my ass in the air.
Motherfucker.
I’m about to curse him out for manhandling me like that when his cock enters me from behind, stretching me perfectly.
I scream, “Fuck,” into the bedsheets.
His pace picks up where he left off, fast and savage. It’s only the hand on my hip that’s holding me in place, sure to leave a bruise. His other hand is gently caressing my back, which is a maddening contrast to his cock driving in and out of me in punishing thrusts.
“You’re fucking beautiful like this.” As he says this, the hand not holding on to me is slowly caressing my ass. A shudder is running down my spine when his thumb barely touches my rosebud. I’ve never had anyone go near that part of me, never had the urge to experience it, but Kade’s driving me out of my mind. And suddenly I’m wondering what it would feel like to have him in that hole.
When he feels my body’s reaction, Kade stops for a moment, still seated deep inside of me. Slowly, his thumb repeats the movement, causing my body to have another visceral reaction. This time my whole body is shaking, while a moan is ripped from deep inside of me. I can’t even describe the noise I made—it’s that primal.
“Fucking hell, you’re perfect,” he growls, before he resumes his punishing tempo, driving my pleasure to new heights. I’m slightly terrified of the impact this coming orgasm will have on me; after all, the higher you fly the harder you fall. And I have a feeling whenever I hit the ground with Kade I’ll be splattered all over the asphalt.
I don’t have time to think about anything but the feeling of his cock driving in and out of me, his fingers gripping the flesh of my hip, when suddenly I feel his thumb push into my ass.
The feeling is so foreign, my body’s instinctive reaction is to bolt, but the hand prevents me from moving.
I’m panting, perspiration is covering my body, and lights are dancing behind my closed eyes. “Kade… I…” I’m not sure what I was about to ask for, but before I can make up my mind, my body decides for me. I relax and move slightly back into him, pushing his thumb deeper into me.
And that’s all I need to find my climax.
I cry out, the waves of pleasure, intermixed with some pain, run through my body. I can feel myself squeeze around both Kade’s thumb and cock. The euphoria I feel only increases when Kade starts to pump in and out of me at a pace I thought impossible.
I turn my head where it lies against the mattress and stare at the man behind me—his body coiled like a snake about to strike, an expression of fierce possession on his face while he watches himself moving in and out of me.
He plunges into me once, twice, before he throws back his head and a ferocious groan leaves his throat while he plants himself deep inside of me, like he doesn’t ever want to leave.
I stare at Kade and take in every detail about his features, the pleasure on his face, the muscles in his neck straining. I memorize the feel of his long fingers gripping my flesh, of sharing something as intimate as what we just did with someone.
A strange feeling is starting to fill my insides while I memorize the man behind me—someone I told myself I hated just this morning.
People always say love and hate are two sides to a coin, but I’ve always thought that’s bullshit people say to make themselves feel better about being attracted to jerks. Not that I can blame them.
I’m dragged out of my weird thoughts about Kade and me—who knows what the hell we’re doing anyway—when he drops his weight on top of me and forces me to fall onto the bed with his body covering mine.
He gently kisses my neck while he pulls his thumb out of me, causing an involuntary shudder to shake both of us. I can feel his smile against my skin where he kissed me while his cock twitches inside of me.
We’re both breathing heavily and are coated in sweat. I feel like my heart is beating out of my chest, and it gives me a smug sense of gratification when I notice his is beating in tandem with mine.
“That was fucking amazing, Princess,” he whispers into my ear.
“Yeah,” is all I can manage to say, my brain a scrambled mess unable to form a coherent thought. And my body seems to have lost all its strength, I can’t even move a toe.
“By the way, you can tease me like this any time you want.”
“I just might.” A sigh leaves my body, and my eyes flutter closed, uncaring of the fact that his dick is still inside of me.
My eyes spring open though as soon as he pulls out of me and drags me to the end of the bed. “What the hell?” I ask weakly, barely recognizing my own voice.
“Common, lazy, let’s go clean up before we take a nap.” His voice is vibrating with suppressed laughter.
