CADEN’S POV

This was the first real kiss we’d shared since our wedding day, not the perfunctory pecks exchanged for appearance’s sake, but something desperate and genuine.

The realization jolted me back to my senses, but she pressed her hands against my chest, feeling the rapid beat of his heart beneath my palms. Suddenly, she pulled away, her breathing ragged, as she stared into my eyes.

Then her lips crashed into mine like a hurricane. I could taste her, mint and something darker. She wasn’t asking; she was taking, and my cock twitched in my pants. My hands were already clawing at her waist, pulling her closer until her tits were pressed against my chest, her nipples hard enough to cut glass.

Her mouth was a masterpiece, all softness and heat, her tongue sliding against mine in a rhythm that made my brain short-circuit. I could feel her breath, ragged and desperate, as she ground her hips into mine. I could smell her arousal.

She moaned into my mouth, a low, guttural sound, and I lost it. My hands were everywhere, cupping her ass, squeezing her cheeks, sliding up her back to tangle in her hair. She arched into me, her body a symphony of curves and heat, and I could feel her heartbeat racing against my chest.

Her lips left mine, trailing down my jaw, my neck, her teeth nipping at my skin like she wanted to mark me as hers. I groaned, my cock straining against the fabric of my pants, and she smirked against my throat, her hand sliding down to palm me through the material.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my hips bucking into her touch. She laughed, a low, dirty sound that made my stomach tighten, and then she was on her knees, her fingers working my belt with a speed that left me dizzy.

Her mouth was on me before I could even process what was happening, her lips wrapping around the head of my cock like she was born with it. Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing the slit, and I saw stars. She took me deeper, her throat opening up for me, and I could feel the wet heat of her mouth.

“Good Heavens,” I choked out, my hands fisting in her hair. Her eyes met mine, dark and hungry, and I could feel the pressure building in my balls, my orgasm coiling tight in my gut.

She pulled off with a wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening, and stood up, her hands already working the buttons of her nightgown. Her tits spilled out, perfect and round, her nipples hard and begging for my mouth. I didn’t hesitate, my lips closing around one, sucking hard as she moaned, her fingers tangling in my hair.

“Fuck me, Caden,” she whispered, her voice rough with need, and I didn’t need to be told twice. I lifted her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and carried her to the nearest surface—a table, a wall, I didn’t give a shit. Her pussy was already dripping, her panties soaked through, and I ripped them off with one hand, my cock pressing against her entrance.

She was tight, so tight, and I groaned as I pushed into her, her walls clenching around me like a vice. She cried out, her nails digging into my back, and I started to move, my hips slamming into hers with a rhythm that left us both gasping.

Her pussy was a dream, wet and hot and perfect, and I could feel her orgasm building, her body trembling beneath me. I reached between us, my thumb circling her clit, and she came with a scream as I fucked her through it.

I wasn’t far behind, as I buried myself deep inside her, my cum flooded her pussy in hot, sticky spurts. She moaned, her body still shaking with aftershocks, and I collapsed on top of her, both of us panting and sweaty..