Follow Me Back (Fight for Me 2)

He inhaled. “So, so sweet.”

My fingers twisted in his hair, and I swore I couldn’t breathe. “You undo me.”

The air grew thicker when he peeled both my underwear and jeans down my legs. My legs that shook as he stripped me, leaving my clothing a discarded pile on his floor.

The way he looked up at me was staggering.

He nudged my legs apart and dragged his fingers through my lips, spreading me.

I gasped.

“So sweet and wet and hot. Your pussy is perfection. Want to live in it. Fuck you day and night.”

A blink of that shyness gathered on my chest and climbed to my cheeks. A part of me was shocked that I was turned on that he was talking to me this way. Shocked that I was standing there letting him touch me this way.

My world flipped so quickly.

No longer recognizable.

But those thoughts were chased away when he slowly drove two fingers into my body.

So deep that I shuddered, my knees giving, close to buckling.

The man knocked me from my feet.

Kale pushed to his and set me on the edge of his bed. Free hand smoothing up the inside of my thigh, he spread me wide for him while he continued to pump me with the other.

“Kale,” I whispered like a plea.

He dipped down and licked against that spot where I needed him most. Where I felt needy and achy and desperate. My fingers dug into his covers. “Kale . . . that feels so good. How do you make everything feel so good?”

I whimpered when he pulled his fingers free, and he edged back, leaving me a wet, quivering mess where he had me lain out on his bed.

He sent me one of those smirks as he began to shrug out of his jeans and underwear. “I’m just getting started, Princess.”

He kicked free of his clothing.

An earthquake rocked me to the core, looking at him standing there that way.

Arrogant and bare and bold.

His cock jutting for the sky.

He stroked himself once.

I swore, I nearly lost it right there.

“On your hands and knees, baby.”

Oh.

Oh God.

My insides trembled and shook.

Watching him, I slowly rolled over and climbed to my hands and knees. I started to crawl toward the middle of the bed.

Hot hands landed on either side of my waist, and Kale hauled me back to the edge. “Not so fast, Shortcake.”

Standing behind me, he smoothed his palms over my bottom.

He groaned. “Perfect.”

And I knew I’d been right all along.

I was in trouble.

So, so much trouble.

Because from behind, the man licked through my crease.

I jumped then moaned, pushing back, my body begging for more.

I had the errant thought that I’d never been so exposed.

Had never given myself so freely.

Had never been so vulnerable.

But then that thought was gone, overpowered by the sensation of his tongue.

His tongue that was working the most mind-blowing bliss as he suckled and lapped, his thumbs running up and down my slit before he was easing his big fingers back inside me.

I shook, his name a whimper as he worked my body into a frenzy.

I wanted to cry when he pulled away, unable to make sense of the way this man made me feel. What he made me need. “Kale, please.”

I couldn’t seem to keep up, never knowing if he was coming or going, my head spinning.

Desperate for him.

His chest was suddenly plastered to my back, his penis nestled against my bottom.

This time it was two of his fingers that were pressing deep into my mouth, his mouth at my ear. “Suck, sweet girl. Taste how delicious you are . . . everything about you.”

I did. I sucked them into the well of my mouth.

Unsure why it sent a rush of euphoria ripping through my body when my taste hit my tongue.

Why I felt so powerful when I was pinned.

Why I felt so confident in his hands.

Cool air hit my back when he again jerked away.

I wiggled and squirmed, my hands fisting in his bedding, not even ashamed when I panted a frenzied, “Please.”

His hands were back on my bottom. Caressing and kneading. Winding me higher. “I love this sweet ass, Hope.” He gripped two fistfuls in his hands.

He started running his thumb around that sensitive spot.

“Kale,” I whimpered.

“Need you to know, I’m an ass man, sweet girl.” His thumb pressed into that tight hole, and I clenched around him. “Not tonight, but I’m going to want to fuck it and lick it and bite it.”

He shocked me again when he leaned down and sank his teeth into the flesh of one cheek. Not enough to hurt. Enough to send my stomach tumbling with the decadent, dark threat.

From over my shoulder, I looked back at him, floored by the sight of him. My spirit reeled with the impact.

Winding us. Wrapping us. Bonding us.

I gave him my truth. “I’m yours.”