Taking Catie (The Temptation Saga 3)

“Are you sure you want me to?”

“God, sugar. Yeah, I want you to.”

Catie inhaled sharply and ripped the foil packet open. The condom was light beige, made out of lambskin, the package said. It had a little lubricant on it, and it was so thin and fragile she wasn’t sure it could protect against anything. The image of the torn condom from earlier slid into her mind, and she quickly banished it. There was no reason to worry. She pinched the tip, as Chad had told her, and slowly rolled it onto his huge cock.

“Yeah, sugar, just like that,” he said. “Just like that. Come here.” He pulled her toward him. “Ride me, baby. Ride me into the sunrise.”

Catie sank down onto him, letting him fill her so completely, so thoroughly. It felt different this way, from a different angle. It felt so damn good.

“God, sugar. That’s nice.”

“Yeah. Yeah it is.” Catie crossed her arms. She felt so exposed, sitting on top of Chad. Everything was in full view.

“Don’t cover yourself, baby. You’re so beautiful. Such gorgeous breasts.” He leaned forward and clasped his lips around one nipple. “Mmmm. Delicious. Sugar nipples.”

Catie’s breath caught, and she continued to move up and down on Chad, until she felt the still new contractions begin deep within her body.

“Oh, Chad!” she cried.

Chad let her nipple slide from his mouth. “That’s it, sugar. Come. Come for me. Come all over me.” He thrust upward, into her, filling her. “Ah, yeah. That’s it.”

Catie collapsed on Chad’s chest, his mat of hair slick with perspiration. Her ear slid over his heart, and its beat thumped against her, quick, in synchrony with hers.

Oh, how I love this man.

“Stay with me, sugar.”

“Hmmm?”

“Stay. Spend the night with me. Please.”

Warmth radiated through her. “Really?”

“I don’t ask a lot of women to stay, Catie. I can’t promise you anything beyond tomorrow, but I want you to be here in the morning.”

Catie’s lips curved against Chad’s hard chest, and she nodded.

“Okay, Chad. I’ll stay.”

Chapter Twelve

Catie woke up in Chad’s arms. A dream come true.

“Hey, sugar.” He nuzzled her neck.

“The parade, Chad. I have to ride in the parade.”

“Mmm. Later, baby.” He trailed moist, sucking kisses over her neck, her chest, her nipples. “You’re so sweet.”

“But I need to shower, and get my outfit. It’s at home.”

Chad chuckled, a rumble against the sensitive skin of Catie’s breasts. “You already had an outfit? Just assumed you’d win?”

“Angie’s idea.”

She shuddered. His mouth was so firm, so demanding, and it felt so good on her flesh.

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