Mad Love (Slateview High 3)

“All of you,” he repeated slowly.

Then, for the second time in one night, I was moved so quickly that the world spun in my vision. But this time, I wasn’t picked up and thrown over Kace’s shoulder. This time, I was spun around so that my front side was facing the exam table. I sucked in a breath as Kace’s arms wrapped around my waist like two pythons, pinning me against his large frame.

“All of you,” he breathed in my ear, the word raspy and raw. His cock was hard. I could feel it through the fabric of my skirt, pressing against me urgently, insistently, like a warning.

“Yes.”

The word was a low gasp, and when one of his hands slid down between my thighs, I ground against it.

“Then I’m going to take what’s mine, Princess.”

Even as he spoke, his other arm released me, and he began gathering the fabric of my skirt in his grip, hauling it up so the hem brushed against the backs of my legs. Higher. Higher.

When the cool air of the room drifted over my exposed ass, Kace drew in a ragged breath. “Bend over.”

I did as he commanded without thought, my legs shaking slightly as desire and nerves roiled inside me.

I knew what he was going to do.

What I’d begged him to do. What I’d wanted so badly that night in the pool.

He was going to fuck my ass.

My stomach clenched at the thought, my whole body going rigid. Jesus. He barely fit in my tiny pussy. How was I ever going to take him in my back hole?

Maybe he sensed the sudden change in me, because Kace’s touch, while still demanding and possessive, became gentler. He pressed between my shoulder blades, urging me down farther, and when I complied, he slid his hand down my back.

My cheek pressed against the cool, smooth surface of the table, and my hands gripped the edges of it like I needed to hold on to stay upright. My entire body felt like a live wire as Kace draped the gathered fabric of my dress over my lower back, leaving my ass and legs totally exposed.

His palms slid over my rounded curves, squeezing and massaging my flesh, and as he touched me, the hottest fucking noises I’d ever heard spilled from his lips. They were low, incoherent, barely even sounds at all. They were animalistic and primal, and they made my inner walls clench so hard that my clit throbbed.

A gush of wetness dampened my panties, and I knew Kace noticed it, because he stopped moving for a second. Staring at me. Staring at the dark spot spreading over the crotch of my panties.

“Is that for me, Princess?” he murmured, still running his hands over me, his calloused palms sliding over my skin. “Is that cream for me?”

His fingertips dipped inside my panties, smearing the wetness over my folds before dragging it down my thighs. I was breathing harder, and more wetness seeped from me as that one small touch sent my pulse skyrocketing.

“It’s always for you.”

He growled low in his throat. “Good girl.”

Then his fingers slid inside my panties again, and this time, instead of dragging my sticky arousal down my thigh, he slid his fingers upward, teasing my puckered hole.

“You wanted to make sure I’d get you nice and ready, didn’t you?” He repeated the gesture, making my ass clench and my legs shake. “You gave me all this cream to make sure you’re nice and wet.”

“Uh huh,” I gasped.

I barely even knew what I was saying anymore. I couldn’t concentrate on anything else as his finger slowly worked its way inside my ass. The wetness that he’d coated his fingers with helped him glide inside the tight opening, and the sensation was foreign but… good.

He had gone much deeper than this when I’d been in the pool, but I could tell he was working his way up to it. I was grateful, but when he rotated his finger gently, stretching me out a little more, I couldn’t help it. I bumped back against him, seeking more. More sensation, more fullness, more everything.

His other hand, which had been resting on my ass, squeezed hard enough to leave five fingerprints, and I could practically feel him tensing behind me. “Greedy,” he muttered, a pleased note in his voice. “So fucking greedy.”

“Kace. Please!”

“Fuck.”

With no more warning or preamble, he slipped his finger out of me, then shoved my panties down my legs. I was still wearing the heels I’d put on to match my dress, and he made no move to take them off as he slid his hands down my legs and lifted my feet to pull my underwear all the way off.