The Havoc We Wreak (The Four 3)

“Cade,” she moaned, throwing her head back. I sucked, nibbled, and caressed her gorgeous tits until she was panting under me, rubbing herself all over my cock.

Enough.

I had to have her right now. “Clothes off.” I raised my head to look at her, my tone low and commanding.

She immediately obeyed, standing in front of me and peeling the rest of the clothes from her body. She stretched, bared to me, and my dick hardened even further. How did she always make me feel this way?

“You” was all she managed to say, and I ripped my sweatpants down in one easy movement, kicking them under the table, before I tugged her towards me.

“Come here.”

She straddled me, then sank down onto my cock.

Fuck.

I’d never get used to this feeling. “Ride my dick, baby.”

She moaned, gripping onto my shoulders as she moved against me, her mouth all hot, fiery kisses, as we lost ourselves in each other.

“Cade. Fuck,” she panted. I buried my face in her neck, biting down on her soft skin, and slid my hand between us to touch her.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded desperately. “I’m so close.” I kept up the movements of my fingers and she kissed me harder, raking her nails down my back. Breaking the kiss, I watched her as she let go, falling apart against me. The sight of her coming? Sexiest fucking sight I’d ever seen in my life.

I pulled her head to me again, slowing the pace and kissing her as the aftershocks of her orgasm wore off, and then I lifted her off me and stood, shoving the chair away. “I need to fuck you harder, baby. Hold on to the table. Legs apart.”

She gripped the table, raising her ass in the air. I stopped dead, drinking in the sight of her. With her body bared to me like this, I could see the wetness between her legs, and I needed to touch her. My dick was aching to be back inside her, but I wanted to feel her around my fingers first.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” I swallowed hard. “You look so fucking sexy.” Moving to stand right behind her, I slid my finger into her soaked pussy, then added a second, feeling her tighten around me.

She threw her head back, pushing back against my hand. “Cade…”

I removed my fingers as she turned her head to watch me and sucked them into my mouth. Her eyes darkened and she licked her lips.

That was it.

I gripped her hips, thrusting inside her in one movement, and we both moaned at the sensation. My thrusts became more frantic, and she gripped the table harder, sliding forwards to rest her cheek on it. I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling back as I pounded in and out of her, and she let out a growl of pleasure.

“I’m gonna come.” The sound of our bodies against each other, and our pants and moans echoing through the kitchen was so fucking erotic, and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. Releasing my grip on her hair, I pressed my thumb to her clit, and she shattered around me, crying out my name. Her pussy gripped my dick so fucking tightly, pulsating around me, and moments after her I came, hard, spilling my cum deep inside her.

She collapsed against the table, breathless and spent, as I pulled out of her, and I leaned forwards, moving her hair aside. I kissed down her spine, running my hand down her back, before gently tugging her up and into my arms.

“I love you so fucking much.” My voice was thick, full of emotion, as I held her.

“I love you, too. More than anything.” She wound her arms around my neck, kissing me softly.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, then maybe we can reheat the rest of this food.” I picked her up, carrying her towards the stairs.

“I’m not hungry anymore.” She nuzzled into my neck, and lightly scraped her teeth across my skin. “I just want you.”

“When you say stuff like that to me…” My arms tightened around her body, my cock hardening again at the feel of her mouth on me. “Forget the food. I want to make love to my girlfriend.”

TWENTY-TWO

Tonight was the night.

We were as ready as we could be. There was so much potential for things to go wrong, since none of us knew exactly what we were walking into. All we could do was try to cover every eventuality we could think of.

I’d spent the last week training, mostly with Zayde, and sometimes with Lena, working on the basic knife skills Zayde had taught me, and going through self-defence moves designed to help overthrow a bigger attacker and give me a chance to get away. Not that I wanted it to come to that, but we had to be prepared for anything. Zayde was fairly confident in my ability, and that in turn gave me confidence. Still, I hoped that I didn’t actually have to use any of my newly acquired skills.