Page 86 of Gorgeous

I step on the stool, and before I can even situate myself, he orders, “Place your feet at the sides.” My eyes widen at what he’s asking me to do. My vagina, bless her wet little soul, will be front and center. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” he says.

This motherfucker is in a mood today. I make an annoyed face but do as he asks and spread my legs to the width of the step stool.

“Now, since you’ve interrupted my workout” —I cut him another look, and he winks at me upside down, his face not even red from hanging for so long—“you’re going to count out the rest of my reps until we reach fifty.”

Oh. Well that was not what I was expecting.

“You understand?”

I nod, and he tosses my panties to the ground. What the hell?

“Grab my thighs.”

Grab his …“What?”

His voice goes low and his eyes hood with something wicked. “Grab my thighs, B.”

Holy fucking shit.

A sixty-nine position?

Reaching forward, with my feet planted on the stool, I grab hold of Cade’s thighs. Oh God. They feel like boulders underneath my fingertips. I’m reveling in the fine smatters of dark hair against the rolling hills of muscles when he says, “Count from forty.”

I gaze down between our bodies, Cade’s chest rising and falling slowly, unlike mine which is seconds from hyperventilating.

“Your face is going to be in my—”

He cuts me off. “Count.”

You got this, B. Who cares if your pussy is directly in his face?

Inhaling, I count out his first rep. “Forty.”

Underneath my fingertips, his thighs flex and his upper body rises until his head is between my—oh God. Cade swipes his tongue along the seam of my entrance, holding himself in an inverted sit up position. His arms stay crossed at his chest, the only movement being his tongue as it flicks my clit.

“Holy shit,” I breathe against his legs, my head coming to rest on his knees.

Removing his face from my dripping whore of a vagina, he chides me with a cocky grin, “Count.”

I groan. This is going to be the longest fucking workout in history.

I rasp out, “Forty-one,” and Cade relaxes into his vertical position and then pulls up again, his tongue swiping across my seam, this time seeking entrance. He licks along the edge slowly and methodically like it’s summer and I’m melting ice cream. “Forty-two,” I whisper, on the verge of crying with his torturous lick against my clit.

“Good girl,” he rumbles, the vibration from his voice better than my vibrator.

“I don’t think I can handle any more of this,” I whine, my fingers squeezing his delicious thighs like someone is trying to steal him from me.

He shifts his body and adjusts his grip, pulling my hips closer to his face, responding in a tone that takes me from annoyed to needy in one breath. “You will handle it, Brecklyn. For interrupting my workout, you’re going to come all over my face.”

Cade’s dirty talk is hot, but I’m not going to wave my white flag yet. One thing I know is that Cade enjoys when I fuck with him.

“You know, I’m thinking this ‘interrupting your study time and your workouts’ is all bullshit. As a matter of fact …” Leaning over, I shove my face into his manhood, the motion stealing his breath. His hands grip my outer thighs tighter. Yeah, I know what the major likes. “I think you like having an excuse to stop whatever you’re doing,” I say, my nose running down the length of his thickening cock. I nip at his thigh and the muscle jumps. “You know what else I think?” Cade waits for me to continue, Jameson Jr. growing harder under my advances. “That you’re being lazy. I mean really, my Ken doll had better abs.”

Cade’s rumbly laughter spills out between my legs and it makes me smile. The man with abs that could actually rival the best body builders returns with, “Oh, he did, did he?”

I hum against his thigh, inching my way back down to his dick. “Mm-hm.” He chuckles one more time, fully aware that I’m lying my ass off right now.

“Hey, B?”

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