Incandescent

“I already told you, babe; I love it when you talk dirty to me.” I add more pressure, and she calls out. Her hand comes down again and grabs my hair, the slight sting going straight to my throbbing cock.

“Hands, Kadence,” I warn again directly into her sweet pussy, and she immediately obeys. Gri

“Fuck, honey.” Her voice is hoarse as she nears her release. My tongue flicks harder, faster as I insert a finger, hooking it to find her G-spot. Her legs seize up, locking around my ears, and I know I’ve found the right spot. I feel her body tense, her orgasm closing in. As much as I want to take her over this very second, I want to feel her tighten around me, hugging me when I first make her come. I slow my movements, pulling my finger out from inside her.

“What the hell?” she pants, confused that I just stopped. “You rotten asshole!” She kicks at me as I stand to drop my pants. My neglected cock springs free, glad to be let out and begging to be deep inside of her.

“Kadence, I wa

“You’re an asshole,” she complains when I keep teasing her. I’m not trying to tease her; I’m trying to calm my raging thoughts of fucking her within an inch of her life.

“I don’t know how long I’m go

“Just fuck me, would you?” She hooks her feet behind me, greedy for me to fill her.

“Kadence,” I growl as I ease myself inside of her. Jesus, I feel like I just found home. I try to switch my mind off and not surrender to the need of losing control and planting myself balls deep.

I draw out, and then inch my way in further, building momentum each time I slide into her heat. Her knees move up to accommodate me.

"Harder." Her breath comes out raw, her eyes burning with need. My speed picks up. I’m more than happy to meet her demands as I begin to pound into her. I feel my restraint slowly slipping as she comes up to meet each thrust. The sound of our bodies colliding, the soft whimpers leaving her mouth, all drive me forward, spiraling me into my sexual nirvana.

“Harder, Nix,” she complains and my body responds as my movements become harsh, taking her the way I want to take her. “Yes,” she cries out, receiving all that I give her while still begging for more. Fuck, I’m starting to suspect I’ve met my match.

Reaching down between us, I find her clit and flick it hard, worrying that I’m not go

“See how good you feel?” I urge as she arches to meet each powerful thrust. She gasps when I pound my hips harder into her.

“Fuck, my cock is never go

Her snugness is too much for my worked up state. Her soft cries of pleasure come out louder, letting me know she’s close. I try to think of something, anything other than the tightness of her pussy milking me.

“Fuck, I can’t hold it.” Her deep confession is all I need.

“Come,” I demand as she tightens around me. My eyes follow her hands as she grabs her tits, squeezing the tight little nipples between her fingers and screaming out her release, thrashing below me. A red flush floats across her neck and chest, her orgasm evident on her skin. The sight of it takes me over. Letting go, I feel my balls tense up, and a sensation run through me as I continue to pound into her, thrusting once, twice, and then a third time before exploding inside of her with a deep groan.

“Fuck me,” I get out, between breaths.

“I just did,” she jokes and I look down, leaning my forehead to hers. A light sheen of sweat over hers mixes with mine.

“Fuck,” I say again. It seems like I’ve lost some brain cells or she just fucked them out of me. My breathing takes a while to come back to normal, so I stay buried inside of her.

She lays quietly, watching me closely, a comfortable silence between us. Her neck and chest still show signs of the red rash that I watched spread across her chest. I thought watching her get fired up was beautiful. Boy was I wrong. Her lying under me, her eyes softened after an intense orgasm, there isn’t anything more beautiful. I run my fingers along the blush. “Fuck, you lit right up for me,” I say and watch a new blush cover her cheeks.

“Don’t go shy on me. It was so fuckin’ hot. I wa

Washing my hands, I grab a clean washcloth and wet it down. Never in my life have I taken care of a woman like this, but the impulse to look after her is too much to neglect. Walking back out, I see her sitting up on the side of the bed, her panties in place as she reaches for her jeans and straightens them out.

“What are you doing?” I ask, confused, considering I just told her to stay put. I am nowhere near ready for her to be gone, and if she thinks she’s leaving, she has another thing coming.

“I should get going,” she explains, picking up her denim jeans. Walking back over to the bed, I snatch them from her hands and throw them across the room.

“Nix!”

“No way in hell am I finished with you, woman,” I smirk, pushing her back to the bed. She yelps as I land on top of her, her face loses the uncertainty, and her legs come around me, hugging me closer.

“You think you’ve got it in you to go again?” she challenges in her sassy tone.

“Kadence, that was just a starter.”

“Well, if that’s the starter, I can’t wait for dessert.” She smiles her fucking beautiful smile.

Yep, no fucking way I’m finished with her.

Chapter Seven

Kadence

Why did I have sex with him? I sit here wanting to curl up and die. Because you listened to your vagina.

Five days after the most amazing sex of my life, I regret every second of it. Okay maybe not the orgasms; those I would never regret. Why for the life of me I thought things would be fine I have no idea, but now, I’m about to endure the most uncomfortable situation known to mankind and I only have myself to blame. Stupid woman, Kadence.

A knock at my door brings me from my thoughts, and I stand ready to come face to face with Z’s mother, Addison Knight, and her ex-husband. The same man, who only five nights ago, was bringing me to the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced.

Fucking kill me now.

“Hello, Ms. Knight,” I say, coming around from the desk, hoping I don’t break out in a panic attack. “I’m Miss Turner.” Her bright blue eyes size me up, and in one second, I feel reduced in her gaze. Her curvy figure, long legs and straight blonde hair are the complete and total opposite to me. I’m not a self-conscious person, other than my scar. I know I’m not ugly, but standing next to this tall, beautiful woman, it's like she just handed me a cup of self-doubt and forced me to drink from it.