better looking than her,” she repeated, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Yes, Elizabeth.” Kade sighed, unbuckling his belt. “You’re beautiful.” He was beginning to regret this whole situation. He didn’t have the patience to play Elizabeth’s games of vanity. He never did.
With a proud smirk, she sauntered closer. “Do you think she’s beautiful?”
“Of course I think she’s beautiful,” he snapped. “I wouldn’t have accepted her otherwise.” Kade had never thought of himself as a shallow man… until that sentence fell from his lips.
“Do you want to fuck her?”
Yes . Nine was the reason Kade was about to fuck Elizabeth twice in one day. He never fucked Elizabeth twice in one day. The last time he did, she went ahead and assumed she meant something more to him, telling people they were together. Kade had clarified to Elizabeth before they started having sex that it was only to quench his desire to come and she accepted that fact. It had been years since that conversation, nine years to be exact, and Kade never let Elizabeth forget it. Kade dropped his pants, allowing his hard erection to spring free. Elizabeth’s blue gaze dropped to his cock and it twitched in response.
“I’ve been fighting this erection since she stepped into my room , and the second you mention her name, I get hard again.” Elizabeth’s eyes thinned into jealous slits. “You tell me if I want to fuck her or not.”
She stepped forward, pulling at the lace that held the bodice of her dress together. Slowly, it started to unravel and Kade found himself eagerly waiting for her alluring breasts to be free from the inconvenient fabric. “Well, she’s not here. All you have is me.”
Kade ignored the possessive tone of her voice. Elizabeth had always claimed Kade as hers, but she knew damn well he couldn’t be claimed. He was free to do whatever the hell he wanted—whoever the hell he wanted—and no woman would change that. Elizabeth’s generous bust poured out of the fabric, making Kade’s fingers twitch against his thigh. She had the perfect nipple to breast ratio—even he appreciated that.
“All I have is you?” Kade muttered, flicking a finger over her hard nipple. Her breath caught in her throat and she inched closer. He ignored the tone in which Elizabeth said ‘all you have is me.’ He could prove her wrong this second and drag in the girl who was being fucked from behind ten minutes ago and prove that assumption incorrect. She stepped even closer and Elizabeth’s usual clove and daisy scent filtered through him, but it didn’t set fire to his blood like Nine’s cherry smell did. He wanted to fist her auburn locks as he took her roughly from behind.
“Dress off. Bed now.”
Elizabeth slipped her dress down her petite frame and over her narrow hips. Without anything but a sexy glance over her shoulder, she climbed onto the bed. Kade was on her in a flash, gripping her thighs and rolling her onto her back. He kissed her, crushing his lips to hers and tasting nothing but wine and cherries. The taste alone was enough to make him come. His hand found its way between her legs and he slid a finger between her bare, wet lips. Elizabeth shuddered against Kade’s body and he smiled. He’d always enjoyed making a woman feel good. Nothing made him feel manlier than making a woman come on his cock or fingers.
“You’re a big boy now,” Elizabeth purred underneath him as she slipped a hand between their bodies and grabbed a hold of his length. “I don’t want to come on your hands.”
Kade pulled his hips back to allow for more room as she dragged the very tip of him across her wet, slippery entrance. She was wet—she always was for him. Minimal fo replay went into sex with Elizabeth and if he was being honest, Kade hated skipping foreplay, especially when he didn’t intend to make the woman come through sex. How do you build up the excitement and the pleasure without foreplay? To him, foreplay
“Yes, Elizabeth.” Kade sighed, unbuckling his belt. “You’re beautiful.” He was beginning to regret this whole situation. He didn’t have the patience to play Elizabeth’s games of vanity. He never did.
With a proud smirk, she sauntered closer. “Do you think she’s beautiful?”
“Of course I think she’s beautiful,” he snapped. “I wouldn’t have accepted her otherwise.” Kade had never thought of himself as a shallow man… until that sentence fell from his lips.
“Do you want to fuck her?”
Yes . Nine was the reason Kade was about to fuck Elizabeth twice in one day. He never fucked Elizabeth twice in one day. The last time he did, she went ahead and assumed she meant something more to him, telling people they were together. Kade had clarified to Elizabeth before they started having sex that it was only to quench his desire to come and she accepted that fact. It had been years since that conversation, nine years to be exact, and Kade never let Elizabeth forget it. Kade dropped his pants, allowing his hard erection to spring free. Elizabeth’s blue gaze dropped to his cock and it twitched in response.
“I’ve been fighting this erection since she stepped into my room , and the second you mention her name, I get hard again.” Elizabeth’s eyes thinned into jealous slits. “You tell me if I want to fuck her or not.”
She stepped forward, pulling at the lace that held the bodice of her dress together. Slowly, it started to unravel and Kade found himself eagerly waiting for her alluring breasts to be free from the inconvenient fabric. “Well, she’s not here. All you have is me.”
Kade ignored the possessive tone of her voice. Elizabeth had always claimed Kade as hers, but she knew damn well he couldn’t be claimed. He was free to do whatever the hell he wanted—whoever the hell he wanted—and no woman would change that. Elizabeth’s generous bust poured out of the fabric, making Kade’s fingers twitch against his thigh. She had the perfect nipple to breast ratio—even he appreciated that.
“All I have is you?” Kade muttered, flicking a finger over her hard nipple. Her breath caught in her throat and she inched closer. He ignored the tone in which Elizabeth said ‘all you have is me.’ He could prove her wrong this second and drag in the girl who was being fucked from behind ten minutes ago and prove that assumption incorrect. She stepped even closer and Elizabeth’s usual clove and daisy scent filtered through him, but it didn’t set fire to his blood like Nine’s cherry smell did. He wanted to fist her auburn locks as he took her roughly from behind.
“Dress off. Bed now.”
Elizabeth slipped her dress down her petite frame and over her narrow hips. Without anything but a sexy glance over her shoulder, she climbed onto the bed. Kade was on her in a flash, gripping her thighs and rolling her onto her back. He kissed her, crushing his lips to hers and tasting nothing but wine and cherries. The taste alone was enough to make him come. His hand found its way between her legs and he slid a finger between her bare, wet lips. Elizabeth shuddered against Kade’s body and he smiled. He’d always enjoyed making a woman feel good. Nothing made him feel manlier than making a woman come on his cock or fingers.
“You’re a big boy now,” Elizabeth purred underneath him as she slipped a hand between their bodies and grabbed a hold of his length. “I don’t want to come on your hands.”
Kade pulled his hips back to allow for more room as she dragged the very tip of him across her wet, slippery entrance. She was wet—she always was for him. Minimal fo replay went into sex with Elizabeth and if he was being honest, Kade hated skipping foreplay, especially when he didn’t intend to make the woman come through sex. How do you build up the excitement and the pleasure without foreplay? To him, foreplay
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