The Skin She's In Margo Collins (the false prince series .txt) 📖

Kade stopped at the kitchen table, moving around to set me down. He pulled away from our deepening kiss long enough to say, “This?”

“Oh yes,” I whispered. “Please.”

He lifted me up long enough to slide the yoga pants down, capturing my panties as he went. The wood of the table was cold against my ass, but I lost all sense of that as Kade hooked one of the kitchen chairs with his ankle and pulled it over behind him. He sat down in front of me, his hands pressing my inner thighs farther and farther apart as he slid his shoulders under my legs and pulled me toward him, his hands hot on my hips.

I leaned back on my elbows and watched him over the swell of my breasts as he dipped his dark head downward. I forced myself to remain absolutely still, despite how much I wanted to rise up to meet his mouth. Instead, I waited, listening to my own racing pulse and the sound of my harsh breath.

He inched closer and closer until I could feel the heat of his breath blowing against my clit. Then, so softly I would barely have felt it had it been against any other part of my body, he flicked his tongue against me.

I moaned and let my head fall back, my hair streaming down toward the table. “Please,” I whispered again.

“Please what?” I could hear the tease in his voice, in the deep throatiness of it.

When I didn’t respond, he repeated, this time more insistently, “Please what?”

“Please touch me.” The words were barely vocalized, but he responded instantly, moving down even further so that his lips brushed against me every time he spoke. “You mean like this?”

I shuddered at the sensation, and he ran his thumbs along the creases where my thighs met my hips, down into the inside of my thighs, using the motion to push me open wider.

“More,” I said, tilting my pelvis up enough to hold my clit against his lips, and the touch of his widening smile sent sparks spiraling through me.

“You mean like this?” With that, he buried his face between my legs, running his tongue in circles around my clit, stopping only long enough to pull it into his mouth and suck.

As I trembled in reaction, my elbows gave out, and I dropped backward until I was lying flat on the table, my feet resting against his back. I lay back entirely and grasped the edge of the table, using it to pull myself even closer to him as he slid one hand under my ass to hold me to him.

He slipped his tongue back and forth, faster and faster, using his other hand to slide first one finger inside me, and then another, matching the tempo of his tongue so perfectly that I could barely tell which was sending more throbbing, heated sensations through me.

I bucked and moaned, a heated glow starting somewhere in the center of me, a golden ember matching the ones that swirled through Kade’s eyes. It curled around the sparks he was sending through me and circled lower and lower, building on itself as it moved through me—until it met that point where the sensations from Kade’s tongue and hands ignited an intense, growing fire. That flame expanded, and the fire whirled, until they were indistinguishable, that part of me that responded to him physically and that part that responded emotionally. All I knew was that they were building high and higher until I shattered in his arms, grasping his head in my hands as I curled in on myself as if I wanted to keep that fire burning, my knees bending to pull him closer. It took me a moment to realize that the hoarse scream echoing through the kitchen was my own.

When the firestorm had receded a little, I collapsed back against the table, breathless and shaking.

“Wow,” I managed to say.

Kade stood up and pushed the chair away again. I sat up and twined my arms around his neck. “Your turn,” I whispered.

“I have a better idea,” he said, picking me up and setting me on my feet, sliding me down him as he did so I could feel the hard length of him against me.

“Oh, God, yes,” I said, as he turned me around to face the table, wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me up tight against him long enough to feel, through his pants, his cock nestled against my ass.

Loosening his hold slightly, he held me there lightly with one arm as, with the other hand, he unbuttoned his pants, shoved them down to the ground, and stepped out of them. I shuddered in anticipation as the entire length of him pressed against me, searing into my bare skin.

Careful to hold me lightly enough so I knew I could get away had I wanted to, but tightly enough to remind me of his strength, Kade used one still-booted foot to kick my legs apart a little, as he would do if he were a police officer.

Then he used the other hand—the one not clasping my hips—to push me down, placing his palm in the center of my upper back so it arched a little as I bent over.

I whimpered again, shivering as he held me both against him and down on the table. I tilted my ass up in the air a little further, arching my back even more, until Kade slid his cock along my slick opening.

He pushed against me a little harder, and I was so wet that he slid entirely inside me easily, filling me up so completely that I had no choice but to push back against him, aching for more. He paused for a moment, and I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. It made me want to rock back and forth against him, even as it also made me want to make sure he never came so that he would