“That’s it, baby.Take all of me.”I push in more, andfuckit feels so good.
She’s panting, clenching, arching.
“Can’t.Can’t do this.”
Such pathetic resistance.No one would believe a word of it.
I keep hold of her gaze as I thrust in once, twice, three times until I’m balls deep.
“Oh god, oh fuck,” she cries.
I can barely think.I’d forgotten how perfectly we fit.
“Caylee.”My voice is sandpaper.“Fuck, you are throbbing.”
Or is it me?
“Move, oh god, move.”
I can’t come.
If I do, Jesus, I might.
“Jake.Please.Move.Oh god,” she begs, her eyes so wet she’s almost crying.
“I can’t.”I curse, realizing I’ve fucked up.I was the one who forgot how goddamn incredible she feels.
“I need to come,” she’s arching, writhing, working my cock as I hold her in place.Her walls clench and release, clench and release.
“Caylee, Jesus.”I hiss as she pants, clawing at my arms.
I cup her breast, pinching her nipple, my eyes not leaving hers.
“Naughty little slut.You like this cock.If you want to come, make yourself come.”
“Jake!”she screams, trying to buck, her back arching as I squeeze her nipple.
When I slide that hand down to her clit and rub, she explodes.
I close my eyes.
Feeling her come around my cock, and having to hold back my own orgasm is the greatest torture of my life.
Have at me, Taliban or whoever...you could never do anything more painful than this.
When she softens in my arms, I pull out of her, both of us moaning, and then finish with my hand on her mound.
Then collapse next to her.
Jesus, that was unexpected.
My smile is cheeky as I tug Caylee to me, wrapping an arm around her.She comes, compliant, sated and blushing.
“You angry?”
“Not yet.”She smiles, her eyes dipping.
I glance up at the ceiling.
