Page 59 of Pretend I'm Yours (Pretend 1)

I come, screaming Kade’s damn name.

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand as he climbs up my body.

“Don’t you ever tell me, or any man, not to fuck you because you think you are gross. You are fucking amazing. Even more amazing after you just kicked my ass running ten miles. Don’t you dare. Promise?” His lips twitch as he talks and the smile I’m so used to vanishes. He’s serious, and I’m afraid he won’t let me off the bed until I’ve taken his oath.

“I promise.”

He stills, and when he finally believes my words, he leans back. He climbs back on my bed making himself comfortable, smiling with his arms behind his head, so that I can see every glorious inch of his toned body all the way to the v-shape that disappears beneath his shorts, hiding the one part of his body mine is still aching for.

; “Good, now fuck me to prove you don’t find me gross.”

Damn, that slow smile is contagious.

I pull the bra off my body and attack. My legs part over his legs and I lower myself until I find the hardness push against my groin like I was expecting. Our lips lock, and I taste his sweat mixed with my cum.

It’s the opposite of gross. It’s what pleasure, pain, hard work, and desire taste like. How could that taste bad? More importantly, how could I have ever thought that he would find me gross? He can’t resist me, just like I can’t resist his glistening body.

I can’t wait to have him in me. He knows I can’t either.

His pants are down, and I feel his slick cock against my entrance.

He doesn’t wait for me to permit him to fuck me without a condom this time. He just does. And I don’t blame him. Fucking without a barrier is so much hotter than fucking with one.

I thrust on top of him. Loving being in control of everything. Speed. Depth. Angles. And controlling when Kade gets to come. Because I plan on torturing him a little, just like he has me.

I stop suddenly, pretending I need to catch my breath.

“Not happening, sweetie. You don’t get to taunt me. You forget I’m more experienced at this than you.” Kade starts thrusting.

I pout. I forgot that he can thrust from underneath me just as easily as he can on top.

He kisses me again, and the pout melts away.

He nibbles on my lips as he comes inside me, just as my body pulses my orgasm around him.

He collapses back, exhausted. But that just energized me more. Who knew sex would turn me into a sex fiend?

“We have to wait at least another twenty minutes before we do that again. You exhaust me, woman.”

I smile.

“I need to go lift anyway.” I consider staying and asking him about why we aren’t using a condom. But it doesn’t matter. I’m on birth control, and I’m clean. And as much as I don’t want to admit it, I trust Kade. I trust him too much.

I start to climb off of him, but Kade grabs my hand stopping me.

“I have a question first.”

I pause and sit back down on his cock that is just beginning to stir again. Twenty minutes, my ass.

“What did you do with the money?”

“How do you know?”

“I have my ways.”

“You have lawyers and people that work at the bank you mean?”