“That’s not what I want.”
He thrust his middle finger into her vagina, his palm rubbing her clit as she jerked and moaned roughly.
“What do you want then?” He thrust his finger inside her again, then allowed another to join it.
He watched the heat mount her cheeks, her eyes grow darker as her firm breast moved against his chest with her body’s demand for increased oxygen. Her thighs splayed apart, her hips rose and fell against his hand as her hand clenched at his wrist as though trying to hold him there.
“I just want you,” she cried out.
“Then tell me the truth, Marly,” he whispered. “How did you learn to take my fingers so easily up your tight little butt. A virgin would have run away screaming.”
“No,” she cried out, painfully. “It’s not like that.”
He could see a flare of shame in her eyes.
“Then what was it like?” He rubbed her clit harder, bringing her close, never letting her go over. “Tell me, Marly. What was it like?”
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“I knew you liked it,” she gasped as he licked her nipple, his eyes never leaving hers. “I had to learn how to do it, so you wouldn’t refuse me.”
Jealousy boiled inside him.
“Who showed you, Marly?” His eased his caress against her clit, knowing she was desperate to come.
“Don’t stop.” Desperation flared in her expression. “Please. Please, Cade. Don’t stop.”
“Tell me what I want to know, Marly.” His touch was lighter, but he didn’t leave her. “Who taught you? Who took you there?”
“I did,” she cried out miserably.
Shock held him rigid.
“What do you mean, you did?” He asked her slowly.
“I watch movies, and read books. I bought stuff—.” She tried to turn her head, but he refused to allow her.
“Dildos?” he asked softly, his body hardening impossibly.
“Yes,” she answered miserably.
He went hot all over.
“Plugs?” His voice was soft.
She bit her lip, her face reddening further.
“Yes.”
Cade closed his eyes.
“You’re still using them?” He asked her harshly.
“Yes.” He could barely hear her, all he knew was that Marly, his sweet innocent Marly was, at any given time, walking around with a device inside her body intended to prepare her for him. He shuddered, his finger moving from her vagina down. Disappointment speared his gut as he realized she wasn’t using it now.
“Where is it?” He could barely speak. He was so hard he was hurting. So tortured he could barely stand it.
Shock flared in her eyes, panic rolling over her expression.
“Cade?” There was an edge of fear in her voice. Damn her, it was the wrong damned time to get scared.
“Where? I won’t ask you again, Marly.” He demanded harshly. She flinched, but he could read the arousal in her eyes at the demanding tone of his body. Damn her, she wanted him like this, and he couldn’t seem to fight it. She was driving him crazy with it.
“The side table. Under the books.” She glanced at the table beside her bed. Cade rose up. He jerked the drawer out, throwing the books to the floor until he found what he was looking for. His stomach muscles clenched as he found the tube of Lora Leigh
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lubricant and the thick plug used to stretch and widen the anal muscles. Beside it lay a rubber dildo, nearly as thick as his cock, yet not as long.
“Son of a bitch.” He lifted the plug and the lubricant from the drawer slowly then turned to her.
She was watching him anxiously, her eyes wide now, flickering to the articles then back to Cade’s face.
“Turn over,” he ordered her roughly. “I want to see you take it.”
He was dying. Cade knew he would never survive the night.
“Cade.” She trembled against him. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Mad. He was furious. So agonizingly furious he could barely stand it. At both of them. Her for wanting it, and him for wanting to give it to her so damned bad.
“Roll over, Marly. Now.”
He
He thrust his middle finger into her vagina, his palm rubbing her clit as she jerked and moaned roughly.
“What do you want then?” He thrust his finger inside her again, then allowed another to join it.
He watched the heat mount her cheeks, her eyes grow darker as her firm breast moved against his chest with her body’s demand for increased oxygen. Her thighs splayed apart, her hips rose and fell against his hand as her hand clenched at his wrist as though trying to hold him there.
“I just want you,” she cried out.
“Then tell me the truth, Marly,” he whispered. “How did you learn to take my fingers so easily up your tight little butt. A virgin would have run away screaming.”
“No,” she cried out, painfully. “It’s not like that.”
He could see a flare of shame in her eyes.
“Then what was it like?” He rubbed her clit harder, bringing her close, never letting her go over. “Tell me, Marly. What was it like?”
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57
“I knew you liked it,” she gasped as he licked her nipple, his eyes never leaving hers. “I had to learn how to do it, so you wouldn’t refuse me.”
Jealousy boiled inside him.
“Who showed you, Marly?” His eased his caress against her clit, knowing she was desperate to come.
“Don’t stop.” Desperation flared in her expression. “Please. Please, Cade. Don’t stop.”
“Tell me what I want to know, Marly.” His touch was lighter, but he didn’t leave her. “Who taught you? Who took you there?”
“I did,” she cried out miserably.
Shock held him rigid.
“What do you mean, you did?” He asked her slowly.
“I watch movies, and read books. I bought stuff—.” She tried to turn her head, but he refused to allow her.
“Dildos?” he asked softly, his body hardening impossibly.
“Yes,” she answered miserably.
He went hot all over.
“Plugs?” His voice was soft.
She bit her lip, her face reddening further.
“Yes.”
Cade closed his eyes.
“You’re still using them?” He asked her harshly.
“Yes.” He could barely hear her, all he knew was that Marly, his sweet innocent Marly was, at any given time, walking around with a device inside her body intended to prepare her for him. He shuddered, his finger moving from her vagina down. Disappointment speared his gut as he realized she wasn’t using it now.
“Where is it?” He could barely speak. He was so hard he was hurting. So tortured he could barely stand it.
Shock flared in her eyes, panic rolling over her expression.
“Cade?” There was an edge of fear in her voice. Damn her, it was the wrong damned time to get scared.
“Where? I won’t ask you again, Marly.” He demanded harshly. She flinched, but he could read the arousal in her eyes at the demanding tone of his body. Damn her, she wanted him like this, and he couldn’t seem to fight it. She was driving him crazy with it.
“The side table. Under the books.” She glanced at the table beside her bed. Cade rose up. He jerked the drawer out, throwing the books to the floor until he found what he was looking for. His stomach muscles clenched as he found the tube of Lora Leigh
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lubricant and the thick plug used to stretch and widen the anal muscles. Beside it lay a rubber dildo, nearly as thick as his cock, yet not as long.
“Son of a bitch.” He lifted the plug and the lubricant from the drawer slowly then turned to her.
She was watching him anxiously, her eyes wide now, flickering to the articles then back to Cade’s face.
“Turn over,” he ordered her roughly. “I want to see you take it.”
He was dying. Cade knew he would never survive the night.
“Cade.” She trembled against him. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me.”
Mad. He was furious. So agonizingly furious he could barely stand it. At both of them. Her for wanting it, and him for wanting to give it to her so damned bad.
“Roll over, Marly. Now.”
He
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