Page 53 of The Samaritan

It had died down thirty minutes ago, and shortly after, she heard the motorcycles leave. She had pretty much figured she wouldn’t be seeing Caden. Nothing surprised her more than the knock coming from her door. She got up from the couch, made her way to the door, and opened it just a crack. Caden stood on the porch.

“Hi.”

She widened the door. She was aware she was wearing her tiny boy short panties and a tight top minus a bra. His gaze travelled her body and heated when they locked eyes.

“You gonna let me in?”

She stepped back into the room, pulling the door open wider for his entrance. She barely had it closed when her back was shoved against the door and Caden’s lips were on her. He’d taken her by surprise, and she gasped. He backed away an inch, which she assumed was due to her reaction. He misunderstood. He may have caught her off guard, but she didn’t want him to stop. She closed the small gap, sealing her lips on his. With a low, deep growl, his tongue tangled against hers, and without even thinking of anything else, she devoured his taste. Beer and smoke? The combination might have been nasty to another woman, but for her, on Caden, it could have been strawberries and champagne. His hands gripped her waist and pulled her body against his. His hands trailed down to her ass, digging the pads of his fingers into her flesh. He was rough, and she gripped his neck, wanting more.

He ripped her panties down in one swoop, and without any warning, two of his fingers slipped between her folds, and she moaned.

“So fucking wet.” His teeth grazed her neck, scratching her skin. He pulled her toward the couch and fell into a seated position with her legs straddling him. His hand gripped the hem of her shirt, tearing it up her body and over her head. She barely had time to shake her head from the shirt when his lips attached to her beaded nipple, sucking in strong pulls. His free hand grasped her breast, squeezing with enough force to emit a strangled gasp. The slight pain only made her more wet. His fingers slipped inside of her, and he pulled away, leaning back into the couch.

“Fuck my fingers.”

She was in a daze with feelings. She rocked her hips over his hand. She was fully on display performing her very own sex show for him. She was basically using his hand to masturbate on his command. She had never done anything like this before. With anyone else, she might have felt self-conscious, but his heated gaze burning through her had Marissa circling her hips and fully in the moment. He reached up, taking her nipple between his fingers and pinching the hardened bead. She moaned and pressed forward, angling her head for a kiss. She wanted her mouth on his when she came. She closed her eyes, completely lost in his touch.

She swiveled her hips desperate to come, and so close she clenched her teeth. She dropped her mouth to his neck, breathing heavily against his skin. She clamped her knees against his thighs, and her toes curled. “I’m so close,” she breathed. Assisted orgasms were so much more intense than self-induced. At least with Caden, they were. She gripped his shoulders in a tight squeeze and rocked her hips over his hand.

Then he moved.

His hand swiftly pulled out of her body and lifted her onto the couch. She panted, and it took her eyes a second to focus. What was he doing? She was in the midst of an orgasm. She fell back into the couch. He dropped to his knees, and his head disappeared between her legs. The second his mouth touched her pussy, her back shot up. There was no description fit for his mouth being on her. It was a sensation words could never do justice to. His tongue curled around her clit, and she gripped the cushions underneath her naked butt. His fingers dug into her cheeks. Oh God!

She couldn’t remember the last time her body was heightened with so much tense excitement. She moved her hips against his mouth. So good. His tongue lingered on her clit and flickered over the sensitive bead. She was so close. A heated tingle spread over her skin. She jutted her hips forward and squeezed her knees together, locking him in place. Or so she thought.

He pulled away too quick and stood up. No! Now, he was just being cruel, not allowing her to get off. Her body was tight with tension. Or is it frustration? She pouted, knitting her brows, and scowled at Caden. He was unsnapping his jeans and shucking them in one swoop. A bit of her irritation seeped as she watched him and was given a view she hadn’t gotten in the trailer. He was long and hard, angled to the left.

“Want your mouth on me.”

She glanced up, and his lips twisted with a sharp growl. There were many sides to Caden she was learning. This demanding and domineering was one she was thoroughly enjoying. Minus him leaving her on the edge without her orgasm. His hand laced through her hair, sending a shivering tingle through her scalp as her mouth suctioned on his cock. Taking him deeper with the guidance from his hand. She licked the crown of his cock. He grunted, shoving her mouth over his cock again.

“Fuck,” he groaned.

She swiveled her tongue down the length of his cock. She grazed her hands over his muscular thighs. He was too big to take all of him, but she tried, ignoring her gag reflex. She flattened her tongue and drove over his length. His throaty groan had her taking him deeper down her throat.

His hand tightened around her hair. Her head jerked slightly when she felt the pull back on her hair. She slid back onto the couch in a curved position from where he was standing. It happened so fast. He ripped the wrapper off the condom with his teeth and put it on. Her excitement built in those few seconds. She wanted him inside her again.

“Promise me I get to come this time,” she said through her panting.

His dark stare flickered to meet her stare. His eyebrow arched.

“Oh, you’re gonna come, Riss.” He pulled her legs up and pressed them against her chest. She couldn’t see him with her legs blocking her view. She shifted her legs around his waist as he descended down on her.

“Caden…” Whatever she was going to say was interrupted when his cock lined up against her entrance and slammed inside her in one quick move. She gasped at the intrusion. She had been wet enough to take it, but it was done harshly. He thrusted inside her, gripping her legs in a tight hold. Her body shook against the couch as his finger strummed directly over her clit. She gripped her fingers onto his skin, riding the fluttering wave of her orgasm.

Right there, if he stops again, I might have to kill him. It wasn’t a rational thought, but she wasn’t in a coherent mind frame. Her head was in a fog with no thinking, just feeling.

He pulled from her body and then moved slowly, gliding into her. His concentrated rhythm aligning with his even strokes was just what she needed. Her fingers dug into the cushions as he jerked his hips, sending her body into a heightened state. She was so aware of his length driving into her with a such a feral force. She moaned again, and his thrusting deepened into her core. There it was. So close.

She released the cushion, gripped his arms, and breathed heavy against his damp skin. She held nothing back as her whole body became an electric force of trembling shivers. Her head dug into the beat-up cushion, and she clutched his arms.

“Cade,” she moaned through gritted teeth. She cocked her hips forward, trying to prolong her orgasm. She thought nothing could top their first time. This definitely did. She cuddled into the crook of his neck and panted. So fucking good. He had delivered on his promise.

He drove into her with a quickened pace. His muscles tensed under her fingers as she caressed his biceps. He felt so good inside her. She moved her hand over his skin. As his breathing labored, she heard a masculine grunt. She peeked up at him.

His eyes were closed, and the cords of his neck strained. God, he’s sexy. One more deep thrust had him seated in her core and his cock pulsating inside her. Her only regret was she hadn’t been able to hold out a few more seconds. They could have come together.

His weight dropped on her, and she curled her arms around his back. He outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds. When he shifted above her, she tightened her hold on him. Just a few more minutes of closeness. It was all she wanted. He must have sensed it because he remained still.