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“You don’t want what she’s had. You want more. You deserve more. And I’m going to give it to you. Nod if you understand me.”
he’s adjusted his grip to pop open my jaw and stuffs my panties inside. My irises widen as he works the fabric in and I stand stock still, too shocked to stop him. Too turned on to want to.
“There are no buts about it, Red. Now get your palms flat on the counter and bend over.”
“That’s my girl,”
“Teasing me with this dress all afternoon. The only thing I can think about is bending you over and checking what you’re wearing underneath.”
“Should I check?”
“What are you looking for, baby? You think I’d stop just because someone walked in?”
“Maybe Talia will catch us, and I can make things abundantly clear for both of you. Because I can promise you, I’ve never fucked anyone the way I fuck you.”
“I wouldn’t care. You’re mine, Willa. And I don’t give a fuck who knows it.”
“Is that what you need? You need me to bend you over right here and now, then send you back out there dripping my cum down your pretty little thighs to prove it to you?”
“You look so good on my cock, Willa,” he growls
“You want it all, Willa? The house? The babies? The ranch?” I nod again because it’s all I can do. I want all that. With him. “You want me, Willa?” “Yes.” I cry out against the soft fabric, nodding frantically as he slams into me. I want him so badly it hurts.
“Good. Because I’m sick of holding back with you. You’re not going anywhere. You belong here, with me.”
“Rub your clit while I’m fucking you. Let me tell you how it’s going to be.”
“You’re going to spend as much time as you want at our house,” he says, while thrusting into me slowly. “You’re going to work whatever job you want. Wherever you want. But you’ll always have a place here. A home here. I’ll make you coffee every morning. I’ll leave you all the Post-it notes you want. I’ll cook your dinner every day. I’ll eat your pussy in the hot tub before bed every damn night.”
“But this pussy is mine, Willa.”
“Mine to fuck.”
“Mine to fill.”
“Mine.”
And even though I don’t think I can get any hotter than I already am, when he pulls away and puts one hand on each globe of my ass to watch me drip his seed, I do. When he adds, “Just like that,” I press my forehead to the cool marble and let a quiet, breathy chuckle escape me. “Jesus.”
“Don’t forget about your freshly fucked pussy. But no one else will see that. I covered it up for you.”
Cade: Baby, why are you blushing? Willa: Because I swear people are looking at me like I just got my brains fucked out. Cade: You did. Willa: I think these panties are ruined. Cade: I’ll wash them for you. And then shove them in your mouth again the next time you say something rude. Willa: Fuck off. Cade: Careful. They haven’t even been washed yet.
Willa is that person. My person.
“I don’t care. Don’t you get it? I’m in love with you, Willa. Prickly legs, random carrots in your purse, pregnant, not pregnant. I want you.”
looking at me like I hung the moon—and for her I would.
