I could come at the sight of him licking his lips, his gaze is scorching as he watches me in anticipation.“Your cunt is so fucking wet for me, Goldie,” he states casually, like his words are part of everyday conversation and not ones that have my thighs quivering. “It’s dripping, begging to be worshiped by me.”I moan, my head falling backward with pleasure. “Oh, god.”“Cade,” he corrects. “That’s what you’ll be screaming by the time I’m done with you.”“Cade,” I repeat, my tone coming out as a beg. “Please,” I add. I need to feel him. I need him to touch me. My breasts feel so tight and heavy by the way he looks at me hungrily. My clit throbs so painfully I’m about to slide my fingers through my wetness just to give myself some release.“Please what?”“Please touch me.”He runs his fingers over the sensitive skin between my thighs, just far enough from the spot I’m so desperate for him that I know he’s trying to tease me. “Do you want me to touch you or taste you?”His palms press i
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