He bit her neck, hard, and laughed when her cunt clamped down again. He lifted his head to sneer at her. “You gonna come again, sugar?”

She shook her head frantically, tangled hair flying, and desperately hoped she wasn’t lying. “No.”

“I think you are. I think that greedy pussy wants my come.”

“Stop it,” she moaned. She needed him to shut up and finish already, before her body betrayed her. She squeezed her eyes tight, trying to block him out. But his words were somehow louder, the tension in her pelvis heavier without her sight.

“I can feel it,” he whispered, and bit her again. “I feel you tightening up. Yeah, you’re going to come again, and so am I. I’m going to pump that greedy pussy full, and you’re going to suck it all up, not waste a single drop—”

She lost the rest of his words in the violent roaring in her ears, and came again. He shouted, and his cock grew bigger and harder, then the heat hit. He was coming inside her, and it felt so fucking good she sunk her teeth into his shoulder and held on as he pumped and cursed and shouted. When he slumped against her, his face buried in her neck and his heart thudding against her breast, she had everything she’d ever wanted.

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Cade wrapped his arms around Olivia and breathed her in. She was dead weight against him, and he thought for a moment she might have passed out. But she was rubbing her forehead against his shoulder, like a kitten looking for pets, and her fingers were playing in his hair.

He’d planned a dramatic ending to the scene, where he pulled out and left her standing there with come dripping down her thighs. But he was afraid if he tried, his legs would give out, and he didn’t think he could let her go, anyway. “You with me, fofa?”

“I’m here,” she mumbled. “You okay?”

“I thought that was my line.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

He smiled against her damp skin. “You okay?”

“I’m happy.” She turned her head so her cheek lay against his shoulder, her nose in his neck. “You?”

“Good, except for a logistical issue.”

“Hmm. What’s that?”

“My pants are around my ankles,” he explained. “If I try to walk, I’ll fall.”

“That sounds like a you problem,” she said sleepily, and he laughed.

“You’ll fall, too,” he pointed out, nuzzling her temple. Her skin was warm and salty, and he couldn’t resist flicking his tongue out for a taste.

“Oh, right.” She snuggled into him with a little sigh. “What do we do?”

“I’m going to lift you onto the counter so I can pull my pants up.”

“Ew.” She lifted her head, her nose adorably wrinkled. “I’m going to leak come all over your countertops.”