“This is crazy,” she said finally.
“Nah, this is your man taking care of you.”
She stared at me, her chest rising and falling, and I smirked when I noticed the exact moment she realized I wasn’t backing down. “You get on my nerves sometimes.”
“You’ll live.” I stepped closer, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off her. “You done arguing?”
“No.”
“Yes, you are.” I kissed her, hard, shutting down whatever bullshit protest she was about to make. When I pulled back, her eyes were full of lust. I kissed her again, slower this time, and I felt her melt against me. Her hands came up to my chest, gripping my shirt, and I knew she wasn’t thinking about the car anymore. She was thinking about this dick.
Stormie shook her head, but she was smiling. “What am I gonna do with you?”
“Right now, whatever I tell you to.” I scooped her up, causing a squeal to slip from her lips. I needed to remind her how this would go from now on. Shit was different now. Yeah, we’d always be friends, but Stormie was my woman now. She needed to know I had her in every way possible moving forward.
Kade lay me on the bed, then shut the door and locked it. The hunger in his eyes made my pussy throb with anticipation, heart pounding. “Take off your clothes.”
His voice was low, commanding, and I felt it everywhere. My hands moved before I could think about it–pulling my shirt over my head, dropping it on the floor. My leggings came next, then my bra, my panties, until I was standing there completely naked, my pulse racing.
I watched him watch me as he moved closer to the bed. Hovering over me, he tilted my head with a finger under my chin and murmured, “Good girl.”
His hands slid up my sides, over my ribs, cupping my breasts. I gasped when his thumbs brushed over my nipples,already hard and sensitive. “You like it when I tell you what to do?” He asked.
“Maybe,” I whispered.
“Say it.”
“I like it when you tell me what to do.”
“Damn right you do. Now, pull my shirt off.”
Standing up, I melted into him, my hands going to his chest, feeling the solid muscle beneath his shirt. I wanted it off. Wanted to feel his skin against mine. Kade raised his arms, and I tugged at the hem, pulling it over his head to toss aside. Then his mouth was on mine, his tongue sliding against mine, his hands everywhere–my ass, my thighs, my back.
“On the bed,” he said against my lips. “On your back.”
I moved without thinking, climbing onto the bed and lying down. He stood at the edge, looking down at me, and the way he was watching me-like he was deciding exactly what he was going to do to me–made my thighs clench.
“Spread your legs.” I did, and he made a low sound in his throat, his eyes dark as they traveled over me. “Damn. Pussy already wet.”
“Shut up,” I panted.
He grinned. “You ready for this dick, huh?” He stripped off his joggers and boxers in one motion, and I couldn’t look away. His dick was already hard, and the sight of him made my mouth go dry. He climbed onto the bed, settling between my legs, and I felt his hands on my thighs, pushing them wider. “I’m gon’ make you cum so hard you forget how to argue with a nigga.”
“That’s not–oh my God…” Kade’s mouth was on me before I could finish the sentence. His tongue flat and slow, dragging up through my folds, and I arched off the bed with a gasp. “Fuck,” I moaned.
He kept going–licking and sucking with his hands gripping my thighs to keep me in place. I tried to move, to grind against his mouth, but he held me down, controlling the pace, the pressure, everything.
“Tell me what you need, baby.”
“Mmm… shit,” I whispered, eyelashes fluttering. “Pleaseeee… make me cum.”
“Not yet. Hold that shit.”
I whimpered, my hands fisting in the sheets. He was relentless–bringing me right to the edge and then pulling back, over and over, until I was shaking. “Kade, I can’t…”
“Yes, you can.”
“I need to–”