Kade was thicker than Axel, but not longer. I traced the veins pulsing on his d**k with my tongue, feeling how hot he was.
“Rosette,” he moaned deeply in his throat, his voice more raspy than before, his hands slowly making their way to my hair until they were tangled up in it.
I teased him, licking the length of him and wrapping my lips around his crown, but never giving him more than that. I sucked his flushed, weeping crown hardly, acting like I was about to swallow but I pulled.
He whimpered—whimpered!—his hips moving, seeking relief. “Oh, you’re a wicked woman, my love.”
That made me grin, and Kade’s cloudy eyes were fixed on my lips. There was something about having a man like Kade under me, something about the control he was giving me. He was making me feel like I could undo
