Page 14 of Home Stretch

Kade’s eyes turn impossibly darker, his tendons and muscles flexing. “Love that I’m your first. You’ll be mine, too, angel.”

His confession fills my heart and soul. I knew he was perfect for me. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“I know, Malia,” he says, kissing me deeply, brutally, and yet reverently. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, I promise,” he whispers into the side of my neck before kissing me there. Kade skims his hands down my body, carefully pulling off my pants and panties, so I’m completely bare before him. He walks us toward the bed, where he gently pushes me down so I’m spread out before him.

Seeing how his body reacts to mine, how his gaze darkens, and how his cock hardens even more in the confines of his pants makes me feel sexy and confident. I spread my legs wide and offer myself to him.

“Jesus,” he grunts, ridding himself of his clothing. “So goddamn gorgeous. My beautiful, sexy girl, giving me her delicious body… Let me enjoy you, Malia. Let me make this incredible for us.”

I nod, lean back on the bed, and open myself up again for him. Kade takes another moment to look me up and down. I feel the heat of his gaze over my skin, my nipples, and my lips, and then he locks his eyes on mine.

Never breaking eye contact, Kade crawls on top of me and settles between my legs, rubbing his cock up and down my slit while resting his weight on his forearm beside my head.

“Ready?” he asks.

I nod and squeeze my eyes shut, preparing for the pain of losing my virginity.

“Hey, look at me, Malia,” Kade says so softly.

I open my eyes and see Kade looking at me with such longing, such desire, but beyond that, I see the kindness and patience of the man I love. “I’m ready,” I whisper.

He kisses me sweetly and lines himself up with my entrance. I feel the head of his cock stretching me wide open, and he’s hardly even inside me yet. I tense up and hold my breath. Kade stops and nuzzles the side of my neck.

“Breathe, beautiful,” he whispers in my ear. “I promise I’ll take good care of you.”

I take a deep breath and turn my head to kiss him while he surges forward, stretching me with his massive cock. Kade works his length inside me, one shallow thrust at a time until he bumps up against my barrier.

“Look at me. I want to see you the second I make you mine forever.” His voice is shaking and his muscles tense with the effort of holding back.

“Do it, Kade. Make me yours.”

He pulls back slightly and then thrusts inside me all the way. I cry out and cling to him as he splits my body open.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. You’re doing so good. Are you okay?” His tone is equal parts concerned on my behalf and pained that he can’t move. I’m struck again at this man's self-control over his own body so I can be comfortable.

“I’m okay, Kade. I’m so…full. It doesn’t hurt much anymore.”

“Yeah?” he croaks out, resting his forehead on mine.

I wiggle my hips, trying to get used to the feeling of him inside me. I like it. Not only how he makes my skin light on fire and my pussy throb in ways I couldn’t even imagine a few minutes ago, but I like knowing we’re as connected, as close as two people can possibly be. I’m already losing track of where I end and he begins.

“Move, Kade. I need you to move.”

“Fuck,” he groans. “I don’t want to hurt you, Malia.”

I buck my hips and wrap my legs around him, taking him impossibly deeper. We both cry out with the rush of sensations, and a wave of wetness flows out of me.

“Please,” I beg, wiggling my hips again.

He crushes my lips with his and pulls out of me, only to push back inside, hitting me deeper. Kade growls and fists my hair, tugging my neck up so he can kiss and bite me there.

“You feel so damn good, beautiful. This pussy was made for me,” he grunts while picking up the pace.

I moan when I feel his mouth against my breast, his tongue flicking at one pebbled nipple and then the other. My fingers weave in his hair to hold him to my chest while I arch my back, wanting to feel more of him, all of him.

Kade slides one hand to the curve of my ass and then squeezes roughly, lifting my lower half to meet him thrust for thrust. Each time he hits home, my muscles tense and I let out a little whimper. The pleasure feels unreal. My pussy walls flutter, my muscles shake, and my eyes burn with the effort of keeping all of these sensations inside of me.

“That’s it, Malia, come for me,” Kade demands.

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