The Deception series boxset: FaCade, Cadence, Beneath Innocence (66 page)

“Argh,” we call out in unison and give into the orgasm rocking through our bodies. Our breathing steadies and I grip her head to mine, kissing her hard on the lips.

“I fucking love you, baby, my wife, my Blue.”

THE END

FOR THOSE WHO MIGHT HAVE MISSED THE CHRISTMAS SPECIAL

A De
CADE
nt Christmas

Christmas with Cade and Faye

By Ker Dukey & D H Sidebottom

She smirked at me. I glared at her.

Her eyes swept the entire length of me, her teeth chewing on her bottom lip to stop herself from laughing.

“You look . . .” She swallowed. “ . . . Mighty fine.”

“I look like a ballerina, Faye.”

Her giggles erupted, soon forming into laughter. “I wouldn’t say ballerina . . . as such.” She took a step towards me, her eyes lowering to my lap. “Besides,” she whispered, “Your cock looks massive in these tights.”

It was my turn to smirk. “Baby, my cock looks massive in anything, that’s because it is massive.”

She giggled and nodded, her eyes darkening when she slid her hand over my dick, the thin material allowing me to feel every press of her and causing me to groan with the simple touch.

She stepped back and lifted an eyebrow. “You better not get hard out there Cade.”

I frowned then looked down. My mouth fell open. “Shit. Baby you can see every damn ridge through these shit things.”

“Well Prince Charming has to charm the ladies somehow.”

I shrugged, “My face does that.”

She stared at me, her mouth popping open but she couldn’t hold back the laugh when I winked at her. It was then I actually noticed what she was wearing. “Fuck, you make the most beautiful Cinderella.”

She smiled softly, her stunning eyes lighting up with my declaration. “Thank you for doing this, baby. These kids need some help and if you dressed in green tights can raise them some much needed money and publicity then I’m sure they appreciate you as much as I do.”

She gasped when I slid my fingers into the top of her pink gown and tugged her towards me. “Although you know I would do anything for one of your charities, Faye, exactly how much do you appreciate me wearing green tights? Because, baby,” I looked back down at the atrocious outfit that would have Jenson ribbing me, for many years to come. “This is a lot to ask of a man?”

She pursed her lips, her eyes sparkling at me through her hooded lids. “Well let’s just say I have a special gift for you.”

I nodded, pleased with what she was insinuating. “Oh? Care to give me a hint?”

She twirled round, sucking in a breath as her full skirt swirled around her, making her seem magical and enthralling. The lights from the mirror in our dressing room reflected off her little tiara and sent glittering flickers across the wall.

“You will have to wait for Santa but it’s a gift for both of us.”

She chuckled when my brows shot into my hairline. “You mean you bought that sex swing?”

She rolled her eyes, “No but I know you did.”

I gawped at her. “What the hell, how did you find out?”

“Because I opened the parcel when it came.”

She grinned guilty at me when I stared at her. “You did what? That was for Christmas.”

She swayed up to me, taking my hands and placing them on her hips as she tickled my throat with the tip of her nose. “Oh don’t be mad. I already have someone installing it.”

I grinned at her. “You have?”

She nodded slowly, her tongue replacing the track her nose had taken. I shivered when she blew gently on the wet trail. “But I think you’ll love my gift more.”

She squealed when I lifted her and spun her round then bent her over the dressing table. I blew her a kiss in the mirror when her eyes found mine in the reflection. Her pupils dilated when I took the mass of her skirt and started to lift the layers, scrunching them up her back. God damn it, there must have been around six freaking net things. Eventually I found her panties, the smooth white silk stretching across the toned cheeks of her beautiful ass. The sight made my cock twitch in need.

She squirmed when I cupped her sweet pussy through the material, my eyes holding hers all the time. I smiled to myself when she pressed herself into my touch, my finger finding her swollen little clit and giving it a quick flick.

“Cade!” Her voice was small and tight, a sign of her arousal.

“Pull down your bodice, Faye, show me those beautiful tits.”

Her eyes flashed, my words enhancing her desire. She did as I asked, her breasts spilling over the top of the lacy material, the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra making me even harder.

Pushing her panties to one side I slid a finger straight inside of her, both of us groaning at the sensation. Her wetness gave me an easy passage as her walls clamped hold of me, refusing any idea of me changing my mind.

“Keep your eyes on me, Faye.”

Her eyes snapped open again, finding mine in the mirror. I worked her up until her breath came in quick pants and her hips forced her pussy harder into my finger fucking. Her nipples pebbled making my mouth water as I watched them darken and swell in the mirror.

“I need to come, Cade.”

As soon as I felt her tremble around me, I pulled my fingers out. She glared at me. “What?”

I smiled to her and slid two fingers inside again. “Oh I’m sorry, was I teasing.” She had been teasing me about my gift for the last week.

She narrowed her eyes on me but soon forgot about it when I pressed against her clit with my thumb. She gave out a groan and shivered, her pussy grabbing at my fingers in need for climax but once again I pulled out.

“Stop it!” She grumbled.

“I’m sorry baby, but Santa said you were on the naughty list this year.”

“Pfft. Your naughty list maybe.”

“Always on my naughty list baby, just how I like you. However,” I slid a finger inside again and when I pressed my pinkie into her ass, she hissed and moaned loudly. I knew I had her, she loved ass play, would do anything for it. “He also said you had chance to redeem yourself.”

The pleasure on her face almost had me coming in the gross fucking tights, her soft lips parted and the desire in her eyes a total turn on.

“Anything,” she whispered desperately. “Anything Cade. Please. Harder.”

I had to grit my teeth when she begged so perfectly. Leaning forward I pressed my mouth to her ear. “Do you want my cock inside you, Faye? Touching every perfect inch of your hot, wet pussy?”

“God yes, so much.”

“How about the firm sexy ass of yours? Are you prepared to do anything to feel my thick shaft slide into your tight ass, while my fingers fuck your pussy, and my mouth bites down on your neck?”

She nodded, licking her lips hungrily.

“Then Santa says you have to tell me what my gift is.”

She shook her head. “No, I can’t . . .”

Yanking down my tights, I teased her pussy with the head of my cock, collecting her juices then sliding it between the folds of her pussy lips to tease her throbbing clit. Her teeth clashed together as she fought with herself. I tormented her with one thrust deep into her. “Feel how good I am inside you, baby.”

“Cade,” she whimpered when I pulled my cock out. I wasn’t sure I would be able to keep up with my own teasing, she felt too good around me that it was proving difficult to myself too.

Another thrust.

“Cade . . .”

Damn my name on her lips killed me every time. Another single thrust and a gentle tease of her ass with my finger. “Tell me, Faye.”

“I . . . can’t . . .”

“Oh you can, Santa wants you to,” I slid inside her again, held still then pulled back out. “In fact he demands it.”

“But . . .”

She groaned so erotically when I forced my finger into her ass and my cock into her pussy that I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself coming. “Tell me, baby.”

“Oh shit . . .”

Her body was vibrating under me. Reaching round I pinched her nipple hard as I slid my cock along her sex, teasing her until her brow started to bead with dots of perspiration.

“Jesus Cade!”

“Tell me!”

“I . . .”

“I will fuck so damn hard if you tell me. I’ll make you come apart under me, baby. I won’t stop until you’ve come over me time and time again . . .”

“I’M PREGNANT!”

Everything froze, even my breath. Her own eyes widened in the mirror as if she hadn’t realised she’d just blurted it out.

“What?”

She swallowed. “My gift to you . . . it’s a baby.” She looked nervous when I stood up straight and gawped at her. Slowly she turned around. “We’re having a baby, Cade.”

We had been married for three years and trying to get pregnant for the last two. The doctors had told us that she had suffered some trauma from the past making conceiving more difficult for her. We had just come to terms with it not happening for us . . . we still had each other, but I knew deep down she yearned for a child and I would be a fucking liar if I said I didn’t want to see her eyes looking up at me from our child.

“Well shit. Santa pulled one on me didn’t he?” I breathed.

Her smile morphed into the biggest grin, her gorgeous eyes twinkling with delight when I couldn’t hold back my own huge fucking grin.

“Holy—fucking—hell!” I choked out. “I’m gonna be a Dad?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

She squealed when I lifted her high and spun her round, her skirt flaring out and dragging numerous cosmetics off the side.

“Merry Christmas, Cade,” she laughed.

I slid her down my body, cupping the side of her face. “Shit. God I fucking love you.”

“And I love you.”

I nodded briskly, feeling utterly stupid when I felt a trickle slide down my face. The make-up artist would go wild but fuck her, fuck everyone. I was going to be a father.

I leaned down and kissed her softly, my heart swelling at the way she kissed me back with so much love.

“Merry Christmas, Faye. Merry fucking Christmas, baby.”