MY THIGHS clench together from Cade’s filthy words. He’s never spoken this dirty to me, but I hope that it’s something he doesn’t stop doing. Getting braver, I tighten my fingers around his thick length. I don’t know what I expected when I first got to see him, but I hadn’t expected him to be as big as he is. I’m scared at even attempting to fit him inside me, but at the same time I’m thrilled by the thought of him stretching me, forcing me to fit him.
I stroke up and down, watching every single reaction from him. I make sure to watch him closely to figure out if I’m doing this right. His eyes flutter closed as he swallows slowly. His prominent Adam’s apple bobs up and down. Judging by the low groan coming from his throat, I must be doing something right.
As I move my hand up and down his hard, thick length, I begin to twist a little. Air hisses through his teeth as his hips come forward slightly.
“Teach me how to touch someone. I want to learn to do it right.”
His body shudders. “I’ll teach you to touch me. You won’t be touching anyone else.”
“Teach me how to touch you.”
“Goddamn, Goldie.”
“Is this what I’m supposed to do?”
Cade shifts his body so he lays next to me, his body pressing against mine. I’m so busy making sure I’m making him feel good that I don’t notice him snaking his hand into the lace fabric of my panties.
“You’re doing perfect,” Cade says, his jaw clenching. “So perfect. Let me make you feel good, too.”
I moan when one of his fingers lightly drifts over my sensitive clit.
“Does stroking my cock make you wet?”
My hand slows on him for the briefest of moments as I’m too caught up in his filthy words and his fingers teasing me between my thighs.
“I haven’t even touched you and you’re already soaking wet. Was it feeling how fucking hard I was for you that did it?” One finger slides in. I moan loudly, thankful that no one is around to hear. I don’t want to hold back. Not tonight. Not with him.
“You going to answer me, Goldie?” He slowly slides his finger out. I take it as a threat. If I don’t answer what has me turned on, then he’ll just stop.
“I don’t know,” I confess. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. He’s the only person to ever touch me intimately. Just being around him turns me on. Every little thing he does makes me feel things all over. The clench of his jaw, the muscles that ripple on his arms, the heat of his stare, all of it has me in a constant state of wanting all of him.
My hands hook into either side of his joggers. I’ve felt him, but I want to see him. I want everything.
Cade lifts his hips, allowing me to pull the joggers and boxers down his muscular thighs.
I sit back for a moment, missing the feeling of his fingers inside me, but I want to soak in this moment. I’ve laid in my bed so many nights, dreaming of what it would be like to be the object of his desire.
Now I have him. His copper eyes stare right at me, his irises black and filled with lust.
Cade grabs his cock, his long fingers wrap around his length as he strokes himself up and down.
Not only is Cade naked in my bed—he’s looking up at me with so much want and need that for a moment, I can’t move.
His eyes move from mine and head south. He licks his lips as his gaze focuses between my legs. Feeling bold, I strip myself of my own clothes. We’re both completely naked, and I’m ready to find out what happens next.
Slowly, I push my knees apart so he can see all of me like I see all of him.
The two of us touch ourselves, intently watching the other. As he strokes himself up and down, I imagine how he felt in my hand. He’s bigger than I imagined in every single way. In the thickness of his dick, making it hard for my fingertips to even touch as I held him. In how long it took me to go from the tip of his length to the base. I still don’t know how it’ll ever fit inside me, but I’m eager to try.
Two of my own fingers slip inside myself. These two fingers are nowhere near the size of his cock, and yet they stretch me.
“Are you making yourself ready to take me, Goldie?” His voice is gruff and filled with lust. The scratchiness of it is like a touch to intimate parts of me.
“I’m trying.”
His smile takes me so off guard that I hadn’t even noticed that he’d stopped touching himself. Before I know what’s happening, he’s grabbing me by the hips and throwing me down onto my comforter. Cade hovers above me. He still smiles, and it does so much to me. It isn’t a sweet smile. It’s almost predatory how he looks down at me.
“You did good getting yourself ready for me, baby.” His thumb brushes my clit. My hips buck at his touch. “But I think you need more. Do you need my help to make you ready to take me?”
All I can do is nod. My senses are overloaded. His smell surrounds me, his touch disarms me. But his dirty words, they undo me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you ready to take me.” His words are uttered against my inner thigh. His breath is hot, the air caressing my clit. He pushes one finger inside me. Once I’m accustomed to it, he sticks in another.
I moan, my head rocking back and forth at feeling so full of him. “God, Goldie, you’re so wet. Your pussy is just begging to take me.”
My eyes squeeze shut. Before I can respond, a third finger joins in. It’s too much. He’s too much. I can barely take three of his fingers, there’s no way I’ll be able to take his cock.
“Cade.” I moan, my fingers grasping the fabric of my comforter.
“Yes, baby?”
“I can’t…”
“You can do it,” he encourages. His tongue glides against my clit. He’s mixing pleasure with the pain, totally overwhelming my senses.
Cade has made me come many times before. I’ve shouted his name in pleasure more times than I could keep track of, but I’ve never been this unglued for him. My moans ricochet through the room. I don’t hold back. I can’t hold back. He’s stretching me and licking me and it’s all too much.
“Good girl,” he praises. I manage to open my eyes and look down at him. Our eyes connect immediately. He watches me with fervent passion. There’s wetness all around his mouth that I think is me.
I’m so turned on right now. But I want more. I want more of him.
“Cade,” I plead, pushing up on my elbows.
“Yes?”
My eyes flick to his cock, my tongue peeking out to wet my lips. “Can I…”
His fingers slide out of me before he runs his palm up and down his length. “You want to suck my dick, baby?”
His gaze settles on my mouth. “I’m so fucking hard at the thought of you taking my cock in your mouth, Goldie.”
That’s all the encouragement I need. I push up, my clit throbbing in protest at the loss of his fingers and mouth. He had me so close to an orgasm, but I couldn’t wait another second before learning what it feels like to push him down my throat. I want to see him unravel under my mouth the same way I do under his.
Cade lets me push his broad shoulders into the mattress. His eyes are hooded as he watches me closely. His dick stands at attention, ready for me to take it. Before I can put it in my mouth, Cade’s hands are falling to either side of my waist. He pins me down, not allowing me to lean forward and do what I’ve been dreaming about.
“We have one slight problem.”
“What?”
“I’m so fucking ready to feel your mouth try to take all of me, but I’m still not done getting you ready to take me in your pussy.”
“So…”
His teeth rake over his lip. “So what’s going to happen is you’re going to ride my face while you suck my cock, Goldie.”
“How does that even…”
Cade takes control. He spins me around, guiding my hips up his body. I don’t know why, but I feel so much more shy now that I’m hovering over him. Cade’s hands push my knees out, making my body lower until I’m lined up perfectly with his mouth.
“Fuck my face while I fuck your mouth,” he demands, his warm palms running down my ass.
I brace my body with one hand next to his hip. My other one grabs the base of his shaft. It jerks in my hand.
“Just like that. Get familiar with it. I’m going to bury my face in your pussy now, Goldie. Take your time with my cock. Fuck, I know I could spend forever getting to know this sweet cunt of yours.”
Every single one of my firsts have been with Cade Jennings, and riding his face while he licks and laps at me is no different. I look at his dick hungrily, ready for Cade to take another first from me.
My hair falls around me, dusting the tops of his thighs as I lean in close. There’s already so much pressure where Cade licks me. In this position it feels like his tongue goes so much deeper.
Not having any idea what I’m doing but wanting to make Cade feel as good as I do, I take the tip of him in my mouth. My tongue flattens against my teeth as I coax him in. I don’t make it far down his length before I gag. I ignore my body’s way of telling me it’s too much and go even deeper.
Cade’s finger circles around my clit as his tongue plunges into me. He’s not using words, but I know he’s encouraging me to keep going. The way his other hand grips me so tightly, I know that I must be doing something right. It must feel good because one of his hands digs so deep into my hip that I think I might have bruises from his fingertips tomorrow.
I take my time getting familiar with him—just like he told me to. I bob up and down, attempting to take him deeper down my throat each time. No matter how hard I try, I can’t fit all of him. I use my hand to stroke the part of him I can’t.
I don’t even realize my hips are rocking against his face until he pulls away slightly. “You’re so fucking hot, riding my face, taking what you want from my mouth baby, as you choke on my cock.”
I moan around him. Tears prickle my eyelids from my attempts to take him as much as possible.
Cade licks me up and down. He hums against my clit. “You’re dripping onto my face. Such a good girl.”
My hips buck at his words combined with the feeling of his fingers and tongue caressing me. I had no idea it’d feel this good. That I could busy myself with taking his cock down my throat while also relishing in the feeling of him bringing me close to a release.
“I’m going to come,” I tell Cade, trying to pull myself away from him. He doesn’t let me, he pulls my body to his face, sealing his mouth to my clit.
“Come all over my face while you suck my cock.”
