Cupcake Overload (Cupcakes 2)

Cade’s eyes darkened.

“Is that what you want?”

I bit my lower lip and nodded.

“Then get to your room, strip, and have that naked ass up in the air and ready for me. I’ll take care of CB.”

I’d never moved so fast in my life.

I laid there on the bed, naked ass up in the air as directed, my body thrumming with anticipation.

I’d never been so turned on in my life.

I could hear Cade’s boots hitting the floor as his steps got closer, and each footfall made my heart pound harder in my chest. I couldn’t stand it anymore, I had to do something, so I slid my hands down to my breasts and enjoyed their heaviness in my hand for a moment, before bringing my fingers and thumbs together to pinch my nipples.

Moaning as pleasure slid through me, I turned my head to see Cade watching me from the door.

His eyes were hot and dark, moving from my hands at my breasts to my ass tipped up and waiting, and just the sight of him had my pussy throbbing with need.

“Getting started without me?” Cade asked, his voice low and rough.

I didn’t answer, just started moving my hands lower down my body, eager for relief, but stopped at the sharp shake of his head.

I couldn’t contain the small whimper when he stalked toward me, lifting his shirt up and over his head as he moved, then placing his hands on the button of his jeans. But, rather than undo them, he grinned and moved his hand away.

I was about to protest when I felt his palm on my thigh, and I no longer cared about anything except that hand.

Slowly, Cade moved up and over the cheek of my ass, first the right, then the left, before moving it to my middle of my ass and moving lower, his fingers searching. I opened my legs wider and tried to tilt even farther up, eager for his fingers to find my wet center. He dipped one finger in, then two, and I buried my face in the pillow as I groaned loudly.

Slap!

I yelped, the sharp feel of his hand surprising me.

Cade rubbed the spot he’d slapped softly and ordered, “Don’t muffle your sounds. I want to hear you.”

For one second I contemplated not listening, wondering if that would earn me another hit, but turned my head instead.

“Good,” he said, his breath hot on my ear, then he licked the tip of my ear and pulled the lobe into his mouth, between his teeth. “What do you want?”

“Slap me,” I managed, my body vibrating with the need to feel him once more. “Then, your fingers…”

Cade’s hand came down on my ass once more, and I moaned outright, grateful that the kids’ rooms were on the other side of the house, and hoping like hell they wouldn’t hear me.

When Cade’s fingers found me, I pushed back, fucking myself on his fingers, unable to control the need to come.

“Stop,” Cade said, removing his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” I said, then begged, “Please … I won’t move again.”

Cade took control, moving behind me and shoving two fingers in my wet, needy pussy. It was incredibly hard to stay still, so I closed my eyes and tried to focus solely on his fingers and the way they were making me feel.

I heard the zipper of his pants and thrust back involuntarily at the thought of his cock.

I realized my mistake a second before his fingers left me once again, and his palm hit my ass.

“Oh,” I cried, then lost the ability to make coherent sounds when I felt his tongue running along my seam. His thumb found my clit as he fucked me with his tongue, and within moments I was coming. Hard.

I was still flying high when I felt him shift behind me, his cock entering me with one deep thrust. I pushed myself up onto all fours and braced myself as Cade began to thrust in and out of me quickly, his control obviously gone.