Page 104 of Fly Back to Me
“Oh, Cade! Oh god!”
My lower half spasms as I pulsate against his tongue, flashes of stars muddling my vision with each jerk of my body. Cade harshly squeezes my ass cheeks in his coarse palms, shoving his face farther into me like he’s never going to be close enough.
It’s animalistic, but it’sus.
His coated lips glide to the inside of my thigh, painting a path of my nectar before he’s sitting up. He maneuvers me to straddle him, my mouth immediately seizing his in a greedy kiss. I suck the evidence of my pleasure off him, yearning for him to fill me up.
I gasp when he fists himself, the velvet tip grazing my drenched pussy. My hands land on his shoulders, and I spike up on my knees as I dart my eyes between us.
“Yeah, sit on this cock,” he breathes hoarsely, cupping my hip to align us.
We sigh in unison, our mouths ghosting each other as I sink over his thick length. Every inch expands me with a tense pressure, both his palms now cradling my hips.
“Ride me.”
My eyes hood as I pant a shallow breath against him, and I rock myself. We’re molded by the thin layer of sweat on our skin, chests kissing as our brows screw in ecstasy.
His bottom lip dangles in bliss, my eyes fluttering when he leans in to trail a few kisses along my jawline. He drags his mouth lower, coasting his lips over the hills of my tits, mindlessly brushing against the remnants of him.
It’s so fucking dirty.
Then he lays his large palm between my breasts, gently pushing me back until my hands cup his upper thighs behind me. “Let’s go, give me something to look at. Make those beautiful tits bounce.”
He slumps against the headboard, both his palms circlingmy waist as his sculpted, inked torso is on full display. My sex practically cries at the sight, my natural lubrication spurring my hips to gyrate more confidently.
Our carnal gazes meet, my lips parting as I catch the glossy coat of his blue-gray lenses. I deepen my grinding, humping him as my hand runs through my hair to tilt my chin up. My teeth press into my lower lip on a moan, eyes shutting as the ribbon in my belly rebinds itself snugly.
His thumb lands on my clit. “You keep doing that, you’re gonna make me blow right now,” he groans.
“Smart man. That’s exactly what I want,” I pant, scooping my hips quicker. “Give it to me, baby.”
My breath splits when he yanks me forward, my hands shooting to his shoulders to steady the impact. “Grab the headboard.” His palms tug on mine, jerking them behind him until they curl on top of the wooden frame of the headboard. “You want to fuck a motorcycle rider? Squeeze and clutch, baby.”
I oblige before he grips me in a bruising hold, and he snaps his hips up to meet my movements. His eyes flare with a devious appetite, lips pursing as he delivers every savage pump.
I flip my hair to one side, brows dipping in frayed restraint as I chuck a chorus of sobs with every blow. I’m so full, nearly tearing in two when he shoves himself to the hilt on each sharp thrust. He pounds into me, my knees burrowing into the plush bedding to make sure I don’t budge from this barbaric redemption.
His lips scrunch into a wicked smirk, pulling up the corner of my own. “Fucking match made in heaven, huh?” he rasps. “Needing me to rail you out just as much as I want to destroy this sweet cunt every goddamn time you breathe around me.”
“Mmm, yes.God, yes,”I moan, knuckles whitening around the top of the headboard.
My tits bounce from the force of his dick, his dark hairchaotically tangled over his forehead. Then one of his hands links around my throat. “Careful, Olivia. I might just chain this pussy to my cock until I’m six feet under,” he rasps.
“T-tell me how I make you feel, Cade. I don’t want to come unless I hear it,” I beg, anguished to get an answer.
“Oh fuck,” he grunts breathlessly.
Tossing his back into the pillows, one hand still cuddles my throat. He rocks my soaked pussy stealthily back and forth over his cock, and our lips hang in a stupor as we become drunk on the same bartended drink.
“Like I’m worthy,” he whispers. My thumb rests on his bottom lip, tenderly grazing it before his gorgeous eyes flap closed. “Like the stars finally aligned.”
I lean in to lap up his words, our lips and tongues dancing instantly. Teeth nipping and clanking against one another as our composure yields.
My hips roll again, slushing the sloppy, beautiful mess between our bodies. His palm presses into my neck, and his other hand glides from my waist to my breast.
“Yes, right there, right there,” he breathes, delivering a pinch to my throat and nipple. “You want my cum? Fuck it out of me. Come on.”
My palms swipe his stray locks back to focus only on those blue-gray irises. They’re embedded in longer lashes than I’d expect from a rugged biker, crystalized with yearning as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.
