Page 101 of Fly Back to Me
The clothes are vacuumed from my grasp, Cade tossing them aside before nesting my face in his palms. He slopes my chin up, forcing my eyes to meet his as his thumb tenderly strokes my bottom lip. “You lied to me.”
His voice is low. Commanding but desperate.
My throat bobs before my rickety breath tickles his thumb. His blue-gray eyes are famished, deprived of trust.
Trust he once had.
This isn’t about me.
It’s about him.
Chapter 37
Olivia
I knock my pride down on the totem pole. Of all the selfless things I could repay him with, this is the best start I can think of. “Yes, I lied to you,” I whisper. “It’s the first and last time I ever will. I promise you with everything I am.”
A gasp breaks from my chest when he hoists me up by the backs of my thighs. My limbs snuggle around his neck and waist rapidly, our lips and tongues clashing in a ravenous momentum.
He’s walking us up the stairs, hooking his fingers in the hem of my flannel. I tear my mouth from him, completing the task by tugging the garment off my body, my bare breasts spilling out between us.
We enter his bedroom before he sets me on my feet, and I’m toeing my sneakers off. He crouches to wrench my shorts down my legs, my palms falling on his shoulders to step out of the bottoms.
I’m butt naked when he stands to trap my waist in hispalms. He’s pulling me against him as he backpedals to the edge of the bed, sinking down with me until I’m straddling his lap. He grinds my hips against his thick bulge, shooting a luscious shockwave to my center.
“Let me please you. I want to take care of you,” I pant, my fingers reaching for the hem of his shirt.
His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he flicks his snapback off, only to reach over his shoulder. I help bunch up the fabric over his rippled stomach, and then he tugs from behind to expose his inked torso.
I rest my palms over the warm skin of his pecs, tracing the firm muscle with my nails. The tent of his arousal digs into my bare pussy, and a piercing ache brews between my legs.
But despite the demand of my body, I want so severely to gift this man pleasure. For all he is and everything he’s done. I just want to make him feelgoodthe way he’s made me in so many countless ways.
“I’ll let you have a little fun if you want,” he offers, leaning back on his palms.
My belly somersaults as I drag my hands down the solid ridges of his abdomen. I curl my fingers in the waistband of his joggers and underwear, sliding off the bed until I’m on my knees between his spread legs.
His eyes track every flicker of movement, desire lathering the inside of my thighs as I tug his bottoms over his hard cock. He springs free, lifting his ass off the mattress so I can shove his clothing down his legs.
“You hungry?” he taunts, bending to release his ankles from the garments.
I gulp when he tosses his bottoms aside, his palm fisting his thick cock right after. Then he wraps a free hand around the side of my neck, his fingers threading through my hair as he pumps himself.
Peering up into his glazed eyes, I nod.
“Stick your tongue out,” he commands. “Let’s see if that pretty mouth sucks cock as good as it gives attitude.”
His challenge lifts my hands to his quads, and I lean in. My bottom lip hangs, tongue timidly laying out before he rubs the velvet skin of his dick there.
He tauntingly massages me, languid strokes before he sinks farther in. His eyes are secured to my mouth, lids hooding when he slaps his cock against me a few times.
My eyes gape, giving me away.
A guttural rumble pours from him, sending both his hands through my hair to start gathering it at the back. “Oh, my girl doesn’t like to get slapped around a little bit,” he coos. “That’s just too bad for you, isn’t it?”
I suck my tongue back in my mouth, swallowing the tingle of the smack. “I can handle it.”
Lie.
