“One, you asshole!”
I sigh. “Almost. So close.”
The next time my improvised paddle lands on her soft buttock, Basia’s scream turns into a shuddering moan. I can see her cunt pulsing over the vibrator, her asshole clenching around the tube.
Ah well. We didn’t count, but I got what I wanted—my girl coming while I make her skin shine red.
“You’re so responsive, Basia,” I murmur, running my fingers over the freshest imprint. “My perfect sub.”
All she does is whimper, trembling in a boneless heap.
I pull the vibrator off first, switch it off, and throw it aside. Then I carefully take out the lip balm tube. Finally, I line my cock up with her pussy.
There’s no going back after this. Before, I could have fooled myself that it doesn’t count—that she’s asleep and won’t ever know what kind of monster visited her bed.
I’m shaking with restraint, my cockhead kissing her entrance, her skin hot against my pelvis.
“Tell me you want this, darling.” I don’t even recognize my voice—it doesn’t sound like the man who spent years shouting orders on battlefields. “Tell me you wantme.”
“Please, Caleb,” she says quietly, her voice breaking on my name. “I’ve wanted this for months.”
With a low rumble, I press in, my cock tunneling deep, my body flush against hers. It feels like goddamn home.
Holding on to the belt like reins, I start riding her with a brutal pace. Moans and pleas for more spill from her lips as I lose myself in the all-encompassing pleasure.
“You’re mine now, Basia,” I say darkly. “I’ll kill any man who thinks they can see you like this.”
Her cunt clenches around my dick at the words, and my movements stutter.
“You like that?” I growl. “You like knowing I’d kill for you?”
Basia hesitates for a moment before she speaks up with a small voice full of emotion: “Yes.”
I slow down, moving my hand to the back of her neck and gently pressing down. “It’s true,” I whisper. “I’d die for you. I’d crawl over glass and coals for you.”
With my other hand, I reach underneath her and find her clit. I strum it gently in time with my thrusts as I continue murmuring in her ear.
“You fucking consumed all of me, Basia. You’re all I see, all I think about, all I want.”
“Caleb,” she breathes, her body tensing under me in a way I’ve learned indicates she’s getting close. I’ve been ready to blow all evening, but revealing the depths of my obsession has fire shooting down my spine and straight into my balls.
“I’m a wretched creature, baby,” I admit. “But your sweet pussy? It has me feeling like I’m a god.”
“Caleb!” she screams this time. “I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” I start hammering inside her with short, punchy thrusts, my fingers rubbing tight little circles over her swollen clit. “You’re going to cream over my dick, darling? Go on. Baptize me with your honey.”
As soon as her inner walls start fluttering over my cock, I’m transported into another fucking dimension. That’smy girlcoming overmy dick. Mine. My Basia.
“Mine!” I roar, relinquishing control.
My balls draw up tight, and I push in as far as I can go, making her mewl with discomfort, then moan at the pleasure. Leaning over her, I bury my head in her sweet-smelling hair, groaning as my orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer.
16
BASIA
There’s something heavy on me, pressing me into the mattress. For a millisecond, I panic, thinking my sleep paralysis demon came to life. Then I remember not drinking the tea. Not being asleep when Caleb came into my room, making me come, losing control and penetrating me, then storming off when he realized I’m not out of it like he planned. Oh, and then he filled me with my vibrator and what I later realized was my poor Chapstick and spanked me with my hairbrush. But finally—finally—he put that massive dick inside me, riding me until we came together.
