“No,” I stop her. “Keep eating.”
And I keep going, pulling her pants to her ankles, dropping them to the floor, and spreading her thighs. I pause, watching her, watching the way she reacts.
Jenna watches me, her fork hovering near her lips.
I drag her to the edge of the counter and lower myself between her legs.
“Eat, Jenna,” I command.
Her eyes widen, but she puts the food in her mouth.
And I put her in mine.
I start slow, dragging my tongue upward, tasting her. She’s already so fucking wet. I circle her clit, loving the way her breath hitches mid bite. My hands slide up the tops of her thighs, spreading her wider for me.
“Cal…” My name comes out breathy, as I get lost in the addictive fucking taste of her cunt. Maybe I just haven’t had pussy in so long. Or maybe she’s just got the best one.
I don’t know. And I don’t care.
My cock throbs at the way she reacts, her hips rolling against my face as my chin bobs against her opening. I give it to her, licking, circling, and holding her against me. She moans louder, the fork clattering against the bowl.
I slip a finger inside her and stroke her. She’s so soaked. I feel her pussy clench around me, as she squirms more.
“Just fuck me,” she breathes, the bowl of dinner hitting the countertop.
“Not until you come all over my goddamn face,” I groan into her, pushing in another finger. She bucks against me, and I pick up my pace. “Come on, Jenna. Explode on me.”
“Oh fuck,” she cries, as she comes undone, gripping the counter, losing control. I draw it out as long as I can, feeling her walls clench around me.
That is so fucking satisfying.
I press a kiss to her pussy, and then pull away. But as I lean back, Jenna grabs me, and pulls me up to kiss her. I kiss her back, giving her a taste of herself.
And then I strip her of the rest of her goddamn clothes.
Chapter 28
Jenna
I shiver against the counter,my naked body on display for Cal. He rips his shirt over his head, his bare toned chest on display for me for the first time. I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing…
But this isn’t about my brother anymore.
“Take it all off,” I breathe out, as he undoes his belt. Calvin Bradford has a way of stripping me fucking bare, and it’s become…addictive.
He smirks at me, and steps out entirely, his hard cock bouncing as he kicks his jeans off to the side. He comes for me, gripping my thighs and dragging me onto his shaft. I gasp as he thrusts into me, forcing me to take all of him, all at once.
“Isthiswhy you invited me over?” I lean back, as he goes for my neck. “You need to get laid?” I don’t know why it comes out so venomous, but it does.
He thrusts into me, burying himself, and then pauses. “It’d be a lie, if I said it wasn’t a reason. But it’s not theonlyreason.”
Look at this man, putting together coherent sentences in the middle of fucking.I don’t know why that’s impressive. But it is.
“I can’t get you out of my head,” he rasps, as he thrusts again. “Since I first fucking saw you.”
I reach for him and drag his mouth to mine, holding him to me in some desperate attempt at comforting the inner child breaking down inside of me. He ravages my mouth with his tongue, as he fucks me with more intensity. I dig my nails into his shoulders, breaking skin as my pants turn to cries.
He fucks me violently, his teeth tearing at my skin as our bodies slam into each other. I cling to him, as if he’ll save me from this shitty world. Or maybe even myself.
