Kaden (Recherché series) by Brit Lauren Page A

his palm glides over my waist and up the small of my back until he releases the bra with a flick of his wrist. As soon as it hits the floor he wrenches me up against him. My nipples peak at the touch of his warm, hard chest. He really is a work of art, toned, rippling muscles encased in tanned, golden skin. I yank on his belt. He tugs on the button of my trousers. We paw at each other’s clothes until we’re both naked. We’ve never been on an even footing, but right now we are, right now I’m allowing him to be, because I want to see what he will do with his new found power.
    “I’m about to take, Mel.” He growls against my ear. And then he spins me, until the back of the sofa hits the tops of my thighs. The momentum causes me to lose balance and pitch forward over it. I haven’t yet recovered when I feel his hands grip the backs of my spread thighs. “Don’t fucking move.” He says before he buries his face in my pussy from behind. Holy shit. His tongue spears into me, taking, giving, I don’t even know. His hand reaches between my legs and his fingers deftly circle my clit while he fucks me with his tongue. I get lost in him, pulled into a place where his mouth, his hands, his touch is all I can feel. And just when I’m teetering on that ledge, mindless with the need to come, he stands up.
    “Fuck me from behind, Kaden.” I beg. He says nothing, only turns me to face him, blatantly ignoring my request. One hand grips my hip while the other wraps around the back of my knee, forcing it up over his hip. His eyes lock with mine and I can’t tear my gaze away as he slides inside me. I’m so wet that he drives home in one thrust, leaving my trembling around him. His teeth clench and his eyes slam shut as he fights for control. He pulls out and pushes back in, slowly at first, but he quickly picks up the pace, driving into me so hard that I’m clutching his shoulders in a bid to stay upright. With every thrust the sofa shunts across the room further. I’m gasping for breath, moaning and begging. He leans in and sucks on my parted bottom lip. I can’t even think, and in the heat of the moment, I lean into him. His lips slam over mine and his tongue forces past my lips. He tastes of citrus, fresh and mouth watering. He growls against my lips and lets out a long groan.
    “Fuck, you feel so good.” He pulls out, leaving me bereft, and then he flips me over again, treating me as if I were his own personal rag doll. He slides back inside me, but immediately pulls out, sliding his dick between my arse cheeks. I tremble, my nails gripping the leather sofa so hard I know I’ll leave a mark.
    His fingers tease over my arse, threatening, promising, I don’t know. He’s stepped away from me, so all I can feel is the tease of his fingers.
    “I’m going to fuck this sweet arse, Melanie.” He says, bringing his hand down hard over my left cheek. I half yelp, half moan. And then suddenly he’s pressing against me there, his dick, pushing and stretching past the barrier of muscle. My breath leaves me in a rush and then he slides inside me. The strained groan that comes from his is so animal. He stretches me, forcing me to take him. It’s uncomfortable for a few seconds, and then the discomfort gives way to sheer bliss. He pulls out and slides back in and I cry out. His grabs my hair, wrapping it around his wrist and pulling my head back, forcing me to bow my back. The movement causes him to go deeper, and I literally can’t breathe. He fucks me like a man possessed, pounding into me mercilessly. His thighs slap against my arse, his fist tightens in my hair and his dick slams into me over and over. His name falls from my lips over and over until I feel like I’m praying to him. He has me on the brink of fucking insanity, begging, pleading, shaking. When I come, it’s like a freight train hits me. There’s no slow build, it slams right into me, leaving me crying out, clenching around him and clawing the sofa in