Page 108 of Hushed

“Play with your nipples for me, baby. Give my cock a break.”

She didn’t want to let him go, but his earlier admonishment about the rules in his bedroom came to the forefront of her mind, and she did as he asked, turning the jewelry, and pinching her sensitive nipples as he continued to explore her with his hands.

“God, I could keep you like this all damn night. But we need sleep, so be a good girl and give me one more before I fuck you.”

Without warning, he curled his fingers in just the right spots, and she spiraled. The world fell away, and all that remained was rush after rush of intense pleasure. She cried out, and it wasn’t until the tremors slowed that she realized tears poured down her cheeks.

The man had literally made her come so hard it made her cry.

Neither of them made any move to stop the stream of tears running down her face, but Gage pulled his hands away from her body.

Not wasting time, he shifted, so he knelt between her thighs, and he pushed his cock inside her in one swift motion.

Her tender pussy accepted him without resistance, and he pinned her with one hand while he fucked her hard.

Their grunts and cries had to be echoing through the house, but she didn’t care. The things he did to her body, to her brain, were too much to care about anything else.

He fucked her hard and stared at her the whole time. Sweat glistened on his chest and forehead, and his face was tight. He was clearly trying to hold back.

Fuck that.

“Come inside me,” she begged. “I need it, Gage.”

He growled but gave her exactly what she wanted. Tensing, his movements slowed as he pushed completely inside of her, stretching as he stilled.

The orgasm was intense, she could tell by the way he trembled, and his face twisted.

He sucked in deep breaths as he shook, and she put a soothing hand on his forearm. When the waves slowed, he collapsed on top of her, burying his face in her neck.

“God, Kenz. You’re so damn perfect. You give me everything, and I can’t tell you how much it means to me.”

His voice was thick with emotion, something she wasn’t used to, and it sparked more tears.

“I love you, Gage.”

It was a whisper, but he heard it because he lifted his head and stared at her as if he’d misheard.

Fuck. Was that OK? Should she not have said that yet?

“Stop.” His voice was harsh, and a sob caught in her throat.

“Stop overthinking every goddamn thing you say. You love me. That’s beautiful, babe. Never be sorry for expressing how you feel with me.” He lifted himself up enough that he could cup one cheek and stared directly into her eyes.

“I love you too, Kenzie Gabrielle. You mean more to me than anyone, and I can’t imagine continuing this life without you.”

Now the sob did break free, and he sat them both up so he could hold her.

After some amount of time, the euphoria and emotion faded enough that she realized what a mess they’d made.

“I need another shower,” she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He chuckled. “We both do.” He leaned up and pressed something on his headboard. And to her surprise, pulled a warm damp cloth from a secret compartment and proceeded to gently clean her up as if it was perfectly normal to have a towel warmer installed in your bed frame.

It made her giggle, and then she couldn’t stop.

“You’re gonna make me self-conscious. I’m just taking care of you.”

“You have a towel warmer in your bed. Just how many women have you taken care of here?”

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