Kaden Graham Harrison.
His world is home to billionaires, future presidents, models and children of diplomats.
People who had the power to rule the world before they were even born. He can buy himself everything with the snap of his fingers.
Booze...
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I gently guide her onto the bed, stepping back to appreciate the sight of her stretched out before me. Positioned at the foot of the bed, I reach behind and peel off my black shirt, releasing a deep breath before easing myself onto the mattress. I crawl to her. Surprisingly, I restrain the urge to rush towards her, opting instead to savor the moment.
As I hover over her, hands planted beside her head, she gazes up at me through her lashes. Swiftly, she wraps her legs around my waist, a playful grin dancing on her lips. With fingertips under her chin, I tilt her head up, locking eyes with her. Observing her response, I run my thumb over her lip, and she inhales deeply, causing a subtle twitch at the corner of my mouth.
"You are absolutely stunning. When I look at you, it's as if I'm in awe that someone so captivating shares the same space as me," I confess in a hushed tone, more to myself than to her. She blushes, expressing gratitude with a soft "thank you," and delicately nibbles on her lower lip.
I let out a groan at the sight and lower my hips to push into her core. I have to release this ache.
"I am dying here, Ally," I breathe out, trying to control myself. I know that blue balls are a myth, but damn it, I swear she can even make a legend come true. Under the pressure of me rubbing against her, moans fall from her lips, and I harden at the contact.
I take one hand and brush over her stomach until her shirt rides up. I let my gaze travel over her chest, moving up and down to her neck that looks so kissable until I reach her eyes. I follow her reaction as I brush over her soft skin where my hand is placed. I smirk at her as her breath quickens, my throat going dry at her reaction. And I don't hide how affected I am, but that doesn't mean I can't tease her.
"Responsive, huh?" I comment, and she narrows her eyes at me.
"Arrogant, huh?" She mocks me.
"Confident in my ability and beyond thankful to have you under me." I think I might blush.
"And now shut up and kiss me, beautiful," I add, and then she smashes her lips against mine. I groan in her mouth, and my hips press harder against her covered pussy. I smile against her lips as she starts to bite mine. Dirty girl.
Because I know how much it will kill her, I remove my lips from hers and stare into her eyes burning with lust. I wait for her to push me away, and as she doesn't, I start to open her jeans. The button opens, and I grab with both hands to pull it down. She helps me, and I let out a laugh as we struggle to get them off. Hers is as heartfelt as mine, and the organ in my chest starts to scream for her.
God, her laugh. I have to kiss her again. Her mouth finds mine, her tongue dancing with mine. I don't use a lot because I have noticed she prefers it that way, and damn if I don't enjoy everything that pleases her. My hand finds the back of her head, and I run my fingers through her hair. I firmly, but without giving her any discomfort, pull it so she offers me more leverage to her neck. I press kisses against it, at first soft, but I start to increase the pressure as she starts to whimper. I grin against her skin and travel down her beautiful body. I don't know if she does it unconsciously, but she pushes her hips up, trying to press against me, but I pull away.
