I feel the vibrations start deep in the pit of my belly, running through every limb until my whole body is under pressure. I come with a loud curse, my clit throbbing as he finds it with his fingers, massaging rhythmically and not letting go even when my orgasm should stop.
“Need to come with you, Junebug,” he groans in my ear as a strangled cry escapes my lips, encouraged by his rubbing of my swollen clit. “Right fucking now.”
He groans loudly and curses before I feel him pulsing in me, finally releasing his cum, which I've come to crave so badly. I feel the liquid running down my leg as he releases his hold inside me, and I don’t waste a second. Not even waiting for him to finish and still dizzy from my own orgasm, I move from under him and to the side while he collapses on the bed next to me, still moaning. Then I move down and take his throbbing cock in my mouth, licking him clean.
The taste of his cum was an acquired taste, but now it’s like I have an addiction. I lick every last drop and suck him dry until he can only groan with each movement of my tongue over his thick head. Finally, when I’m satisfied with my own work, I let Kade cradle me in his arms, giving him a mischievous smile.
“Now, it’s a good morning,” I say wickedly, and his grin mirrors mine as I settle in his arms, the sheets damp with our combined juices.
And it’s at moments like this—with the blissful mornings and the crazy orgasms—that I can forget about the predicament we’re in. If only for a few minutes.
We don't speak of having another baby again, but I can feel the weight of Kade's words on me every time we talk. He wants a big family. Who am I to stop him? I'll just have to get over my fear of the world. Maybe another baby would help. Maybe I'd feel better if I was surrounded by the chatter of two kids. Maybe... Maybe I could move on from what happened in that tomb once and for all.
"I'm home!" Kade calls out from downstairs, and I grin at Theo, who's sitting in my lap and looks delighted at the sound of his daddy's voice.
"Daddy's home!" I tell him excitedly, hoisting him up on my hip and taking the stairs into the main hall where Kade is waiting with a bright smile. He kisses Theo on the cheek, and our son laughs. Then he presses another kiss on the top of my head, cradling me against him. I let myself have that moment of pure pleasure, the happiness soaking through my skin like warm rays of sunshine.
"Missed you," I whisper in Kade's ear. "You were gone for such a long time.”
"I was gone for three hours," Kade objects with a grin, to which I reply with a pout.
"But it's Saturday."
He smiles apologetically. "I'm sorry, darling. Work can't wait some days. You know that." Next, he heads into the kitchen, and I follow in his steps like a lost puppy. Our nanny, Dierdre, comes up to us, and I gratefully hand her our son, who coos with delight. Dierdre takes him to the upper floor to give him a bath, and give me a much-needed break. I've spent all day with our son, even cradling him in my arms while I went through some accounts.
A lot has changed since those early days when our parents died and left us the company. At first, I acted as the head of the company, but it was pretty apparent I didn't have a clue what I was doing. So instead, we decided I would stay at home and help with the bigger decisions, still keeping an eye on things from home while Kade works in the office. It also gives me the chance to spend as much time as possible with Theo. But still, I miss my husband. I wish the company wasn't taking quite as much of his time as it is.
But that all means Kade is the head of the company now, and also that he will be called to work at the most outrageous time of day when there is a crisis—and lately, it seems like there's one after another. I wonder how the business is even staying afloat with all these terrible problems we seem to be facing. I listen to Kade chat about work, but I don't mind. And not only because this is the man I love, and I would listen to him telling me a story about grilled cheese. It's because my mother and Kade’s father started the company, and it's their only legacy. It is essential to both Kade and me to keep it afloat and as successful as it can be.
"I have a surprise for you," Kade finally says, mischief sparkling in his eyes, and my pupils dilate as I stare up at him with excitement.
"What is it?" I wonder, and he comes closer, hiding something behind his back.
"Close your eyes," he tells me, and I obey, shaking slightly. I know I'm just a big kid, but I freaking love surprises. This makes me happy, and he knows it, which I love about my man. Pulling my hands to my front, he puts something thin and papery in them and allows me to look. I do so, stopping on his face first before my eyes fly to the object in my hand. It is indeed a piece of paper and it says 'Congratulations' on it. I look up at Kade, feeling more than a little confused but giddy at the same time. I know this is going to be good, whatever it is.
"What is this?" I ask, barely holding back my excitement.
Kade wraps me in a big hug, pressing another kiss against my lips. "Remember that charity auction we did?"
I think back a few weeks, remembering an auction we held for a local kids charity. We ended up raising a lot of money by selling some paintings, and if I recall correctly, there were some raffles for prizes for the guests as well.
"We won the raffle?" I ask with surprise. "I thought that wasn't allowed."
Kade shrugs before explaining what happened. "Guess they just pulled our name when they had the drawing. We won a romantic trip for two to Hawaii."
"Hawaii?" I look at him, my eyes widening with excitement. "Can we go?" I ask hesitantly, fully expecting him to postpone the entire thing because of work. But what he says next takes me completely by surprise.
"I've already checked with Dierdre," he speaks up. "She can watch Theo."
"Is that why she's been giggling all day?"
"Maybe." He laughs. "I've booked a flight for tonight."
I can't help myself—I squeal, I'm so freaking excited. We laugh together as I exclaim I need to start packing. Kade wraps me in his strong embrace, whispering in my ear of some other plans he has with me before we leave.
The flight that night is peaceful and with no turbulence at all. I'm a nervous flyer, but I'm so giddy with excitement and happiness I probably wouldn't even notice a few bumps on the way to Hawaii. Kade grins at me every so often, responding to some last-minute work emails on his tablet. I gaze at him adoringly most of the way there, thinking that this is the first vacation we've managed to take together. We never even went on our honeymoon. Since we've been together for about three years now, it really is a shame. But that doesn't take away from my mood in the slightest.
Arriving at the hotel, I'm awestruck by the beauty of our surroundings. All lush greens and juicy looking fruit and flowers, it's like we've gotten lost and ended up in paradise. A kind hotel employee shows us to our room. I say room, but it's really a huge, beautiful suite. I fall in love with the space right away but am even more impressed when I walk to the balcony and admire the breathtaking view. It's all azure, crystal clear water, and a small island a few miles off the shore. It really is magnificent, and I wish we could stay here forever, just blocking out all the bad things that have happened in our lives so far. A pair of strong arms envelops me from behind as I hear the front door click, signaling that the receptionist has left.
"Junebug," Kade mutters in my ear, and I settle in his warm embrace for a few blissful moments, watching the sun set over the balcony. "My love." His words like soft caresses on my skin, I feel a little better—but Kade knows me better than anyone else, and he can feel the tension in my body.
"What's wrong?" he asks, and I bow my head. He won't take no for an answer, though. He takes me by the shoulders and gently turns my back to the fence on the balcony, so I'm facing him. He reaches for my chin, tilting my face up until we're looking into each other's eyes. "Tell me, Junebug."
I purse my lips and fight back the tears threatening to escape my eyes, biting back a scream of frustration.
"June," Kade says softly. "Come on now. You can't be th
inking about this stuff with Parker, err, Nox, again?"
I raise my eyes defiantly to meet his. "How can you not be?" I whisper.
He sighs heavily, and his arms drop from my shoulders, leaving a cold darkness in their wake. "I can't keep talking about this. What happened should stay in the past where it belongs. Aren't we happy together, Junebug? Don't you love me?"
I can't help but nod, though this does not help the problem at hand in any way. "I just worry. We've let him back into our lives so easily."
"He won't hurt you again," he says, pressing a firm finger to my lips. He looks at me thoughtfully for a moment. "I'd never let him hurt you, Junebug. You know that, don't you?"
I nod, but I'm still worrying my bottom lip between my teeth. I say I'm not worried, but something still seems off about Parker coming back. And I'm done calling him Nox, too. He can try to outrun his past, but I'll never forget what we did.
"This would be a beautiful place to take our kids... Once we have more."
"Kade," I say with worry in my voice. "We've talked about this..." He raises his hands in the air defensively, signaling defeat.
"I won't bother you with it then," he says. Finally, he looks back into my eyes and gives me that mischievous grin I've always loved. His smile is infectious, and as hard as I try to fight it, my expression soon mirrors his. "I did get something for you before we left," Kade admits, and once again, my eyes widen with surprise. This day keeps getting better and better, and my heart swells with the love I feel for this man. The way he tries to make every single day special and beautiful for me.
Kade rummages in our luggage and comes back to the balcony with something behind his back.
"What is it?" I ask and am met by my husband's sexy, dark grin.
"Why don't you open it and see?" He hands me the box, and I recognize it right away. It's his mother's wooden, carved jewelry box—the one where they kept the butterfly all those years ago.
"Oh, Kade..." I'm moved beyond words, and my fingers shake as I touch the lid. "You had it all this time?"
"Open it," he urges me.
I take the box out of his hands with trembling fingers, slowly lifting the lid. When I see what's inside, I gasp lightly. It truly has taken my breath away. I have to steady my fingers so the box doesn't clatter to the floor, and I lift out a beautiful necklace with a shaky hand. Dangling from my fingers is the most stunning long white gold necklace with a pendant on the bottom. It's a precious stone, it must be. Maybe an opal... adorned with diamonds. It's shaped like the butterfly they held captive when we were children.
"How beautiful," I whisper. Kade gently takes his gift from my hands, and I move my hair to the side so he can put the necklace around my neck. My fingers dance over the cool stone, and I admire the beautiful butterfly. It's so smooth... but not nearly as fragile as the insect had been. This one won't break, and it's a true sign of Kade's and my devotion to one another.
"It's opal," Kade explains, his voice hoarse and embarrassed. "The butterfly... I had a designer make it. I wanted it to be as similar as possible.
"It's perfect," I whisper, throwing my arms around his neck. We kiss—deep, meaningful, and passionate. When we pull back, Kade smirks at me.
"If I knew that's what it took to get you all excited, I would've bought you butterfly jewelry a long time ago," he jokes, and I stick my tongue out at him, but I can't help the silly grin on my face.
"Come on now, Junebug," he says, the dark grin back on his face. "I have more plans for us. You're allowed to wear the necklace, and nothing else tonight..."
31
Kade
My wife looks heart-stoppingly beautiful in nothing but the necklace I gave her. Her slender body appears to shimmer in the moonlight, and my mouth waters at the sight of her. I feel the familiar pull of the darkness, demanding I show June her place. To put her on her knees and make her beg... That's the plan today, but she won't be begging for pleasure tonight.
No, tonight, I'm making my darling stepsister beg for pain.
A knowing smile tugs on my lips as I make her twirl before me, showing me all her assets. I hold her hand and spin her before me, admiring the view of her heavy, pert breasts and the tight little ass I'm going to take tonight. I've never fucked her there... But that's all going to change tonight, and I can't fucking wait.
"Reach in my pocket," I mutter in her ear. "I got you another little present."
Her eyes glitter with delight, and she does as she is told. She pulls a little red jar from my pocket, narrowing her eyes at it. "What is this?"
"Open it." She does, unscrewing the lid and smelling the thick white paste inside. "Do you know what it is, Junebug?"
She shakes her head. "Some kind of ointment? It smells really minty."
"That's right. It's tiger balm." I smile.
"What do we need it for?"
"It's going on your clit." I grin darkly. I take the jar from her and smack her legs apart. I kneel next to her and load up some of the paste on my pointer finger before gently massaging it into her already dripping pussy. June giggles as I do it, and I merely smile in response. I know something she doesn't—that the tiger balm will begin burning her in a matter of seconds. With the amount I put on her pussy, it won't be a mere tingle. It will feel like her clit is being pinched and tortured. It's a step further than anything we've tried so far, and I can't fucking wait for the shocked look on her face once she realizes what the balm does.
I order June to get on the bed, but before she has the chance, the balm starts working its magic, and she squirms in my arms.
"It burns, Kade," she whimpers, and I smile at her.
"I know it fucking does, Junebug. It's supposed to. Now get on the bed."
Her pleading eyes leave mine as she climbs on the bed. I join her, forcing her legs apart and watching her squirm beneath my touch as I toy with her pussy. I barely have to touch her—the balm is working its magic, and I make matters worse by massaging it into her skin every time she gets some temporary relief.
"I thought you were going to fuck me," June breathes. "Please, Kade... I'll beg for it. I'll beg for you to fuck me, please, don't you want to? Please, Kade, fucking please..."
"Seems to me like you're begging already." I strip, enjoying her hungry gaze as she drinks me in. My cock stands up, rock hard and ready for her. Her eyes linger on every inch of my body like she can't believe she finally has me. "Don't you even dare touch me, Junebug. We're doing things on my terms tonight."
"Please," she whimpers. "It burns..."
"But it feels good too, doesn't it?" I taunt her. "You love the pain, don't you?"
"Y-Yes," she stutters weakly, flushing a pretty shade of pink as her eyes meet mine.
"Tell me, June. Tell me how much you love it."
"It-It feels so good, Kade... I love how much it burns, how it hurts me. Please. Hurt me more. I want more..."
I make her turn to lie on her belly, then get a bottle of lube and squirt it generously on her ass. She senses what's going to happen, and her whole body tightens as she waits for me. But the tiger balm is still working its magic, and try as she might to stay still, the burning sensation won't let her. June writhes beneath me, begging me for more as her voice breaks over the words.
"You're going to get your ass fucked tonight," I promise her darkly, watching her shiver. We've been getting her ready for this for a while. She's worn a plug for me, keeping it in for hours at a time. But tonight, the final act of my mission will happen. I'm going to be balls deep inside my stepsister's ass tonight... And there's nothing she can do to stop me.
I make sure her ass is lubed, pressing the sticky liquid into her hole.
"Wink it at me," I order her, and she whimpers, but does as she's told, contracting her muscles and giving me quite the show. I'm getting harder and harder, my cock leaking with pre-cum and getting harder to ignore by the second. "Get on your knees, Junebug."
She does as she's told even though her body still trembles from the
sensations of the balm. Luckily for her, it's lessening now, but I'll soon give her a different kind of pain that will surely make her head spin.
Once she's on her knees, I part her ass cheeks, groaning when I see the steady drip of her pussy mixing with the lube. I spread it over her hole, getting her nice and ready for me and relishing the moment I place my thick cockhead at her entrance.
"It's going to hurt," I warn her.
"I don't care." She's so far gone. So far away from the innocent little girl I remember. June Miller is all woman now, and she's all. Fucking. Mine. "Please let me have it, Kade... Fuck my ass, please, I've waited so long."
I lube my cock up as well and then slowly but forcefully begin pushing inside her. The pain must be blinding, but she takes it, whimpering and moaning so much my cock only gets harder as I force inch after inch inside her last virgin hole.
"Oh my fucking God, Junebug." I grunt. "Your ass is so fucking tight... You feel so good. Clench around me, come on. I want to feel you."
She does as she's told. The pressure of her hole tightening around my cock is overwhelming, giving me an insane amount of pleasure and making my fucking head spin. With every second that passes, I have to fight the urge to push inside her, to claim her, to take what's always been fucking mine. But I force myself to go slow, torturing her until my cock is finally inside her.
"It hurts," she hisses. "Take it out, Kade!"
"Just stay like this." I take her hair in my fist and gently pull it back, so she's forced to look up at me. "If I pull it out now, it's only going to hurt more."
"Please," she whimpers. "It hurts so fucking much, Kade... No more."
"Take it, Junebug," I grunt. "I don't fucking care if it hurts you. It feels so damn good for me..."
My words make her moan in pleasure, and with each second that passes, her tight little hole gets used to me more and more. She accepts me, holding me in. I can't pull out now—she's gripping me too tightly. Instead, I lean down to whisper in her ear as she moans my name.
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