Page 60 of Hide From Me

“You. Should. Have.”

She was panting as I sped up my pace.

“I should have what?”

The little moan that left her lips had my cock hardening more, if that was even possible.

“Should have told me,” she finally got the words out before her breath shuddered.

I kissed my way down her jawline as I slid a third finger in. She was ready and so responsive. Her core clamped down on my fingers, and it was what I fucking needed.

I pulled my fingers from her, desperate to feel her core around my cock. My fingers dug into her ass as I lifted her, spreading her wide until I could feel the heat of her entrance over the head of my cock.

I covered her mouth with mine as I slammed her down on my thick length in one quick thrust. I swallowed her cry just in case anyone did happen to walk in. I was fully sheathed inside her and could still feel the pulse of the orgasm I’d given her with just my touch.

“Fuck, blossom. You drive me crazy.”

Her legs wrapped around my hips as I worked her, sliding her up and down my shaft. Lifting her just to let her fall down on me over and over. My balls tightened and the urgency to take her harder had me pressing her hard against the wall so I could slam into her. The bite of her nails against my skin was fucking pleasureful pain, making every thrust just that much sweeter. I slammed into her harder and harder. I released one hand’s hold on her to cover her mouth, muffling the sounds that were only meant for me.

I thrust in again, and then, as I felt her core quiver around me, I fucking came hard inside her.

TWENTY-THREE

rylee

I needed to process everything,but when Cas held me post-orgasm, still swimming in my own euphoria, I struggled to remember why I was mad at him.

I’d barely stayed on my feet when he’d finally put me down and then I had to deal with watching him wash himself. Even the soap bubbles seemed to love hugging every muscle of that body.

But now, here I was, cold and wet, standing in a shower stall as he strutted in all his glory to grab a towel. He wrapped it around his hips and then turned to me with another.

“Dry off and then…” he turned around after I caught the towel and rummaged through a bag.

“This is longer than what you were wearing anyway.”

I looked at it. Being that Cas was over six feet tall and relatively lean, the sweatshirt still looked like it could wrap around me twice. I held the towel and tried to get out some of the water from my hair, squeezing and working my way down to the tips.

“Do you have any idea how long it took me to get ready?” I said.

He pulled a shirt over his head before he flashed a lopsided smirk.

“Couldn’t take too long. You took a fucking t-shirt and called it a dress?”

I narrowed my eyes.

“Fuck you. It took Maddie forever to cut this thing up in the just the right places. And my hair? Do you know how long it takes to curl hair?”

He walked back in my direction and stopped in front of the shower. I waited for him to reach for me. Instead of grabbing me though, his fingers pulled at the fabric and ripped it.

“There. One more rip in all the right places for the trash. Dry off and put my sweatshirt on. We need to get out of here.”

What the hell?

“Close your mouth, blossom. I’ve done worse to your panties. Get your ass covered up so I can get you home.”

I glared at him and then looked around for my phone. Fine, the dress was trash now. I pulled what was left of it off and tossed it because what the hell else would I do with it?

I spotted my phone a few feet away and prayed the case saved it from the water and then from him treating it like it didn’t matter.

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