“Suck me, princess,” he all but shouts. “Just like that!”
I grin as my fingers curl around the base of his cock, pumping him in slow, measured strokes. I want to prolong this and make it last because I need a marathon fucking session to remind me of who I am. To remember sex is just a physical act and that feelings have no place in my world.
“Fuck my mouth, sexy,” I yell, opening my mouth wide and guiding his dick inside. I slide my lips up and down his shaft as he thrusts his hips at the same time. Grabbing the back of my head, he fists my hair, holding me in place as he fully takes over, rocking his pelvis into me as he rams his cock in my mouth. When his dick breaches the back of my throat, I almost choke, and he eases his hold on my hair and gentles his thrusting.
I meet his eyes as he rocks inside me, startled to find so much emotion residing there.
There’s a popping sound as I release him from my mouth, and his cock slides free. “Don’t go getting all soft on me, Caz,” I say in a low voice. “Don’t start treating me like I’m precious.” I stand, circling my arms around his neck, as his hot cock pushes against my stomach. “Fuck me hard and fast. Leave me so raw I’ll feel you inside me for days after.”
His lips crash against mine, and our teeth clatter as we devour one another. He breaks the kiss first, grabbing my head on both sides in his meaty palms. “Fuck, you’re so perfect, Lo. Absolutely perfect.” His eyes pin me in place. “I’m never letting you go.We’renever letting you go. Tell yourself whatever bullshit you need to, but that is the only truth that matters.”
He shoves me roughly on the bed, and I scoot backward, stretching my arms over my head and gripping the headboard as he parts my legs wide and lowers his tempting mouth to my pussy. He dives in, worshiping my cunt with his tongue and his fingers before his lips suck my clit hard. I’m writhing and moaning on the bed, extra loud for the audience below, and the sensations he’s coaxing from my body are out of this world. The crescendo is building, slowly and steadily, and then I rocket toward the sky, shooting upward in a blazing ball of fire as every inch of my body comes alive.
My back arches off the bed as I come, and I scream out his name as wave after wave of euphoria rolls over me. I don’t have any time to recover before he’s lining his cock up at my entrance, and he slams into me in one hard, fast move.
I cry out as he fucks me frantically, my body jostling as he thrusts into me, over and over, in punishing strokes that leave me stripped raw. The headboard knocks against the wall repeatedly as he fucks me, and we share a conspiratorial smile. “Harder,” I yell, and I’m not acting for the audience anymore. Wrapping my legs around his back, I tilt my hips up as he drives inside me, altering the angle while I grip his cock in my slick channel.
“Fuck, baby. Your pussy’s like silk on my cock.”
“I want on top,” I demand, and he slides out of me. Pushing him down flat on his back, I sit on his thighs and face him. “Hold still,” I warn, bracing my hands behind me on the bed, on either side of his legs, and lifting my body up. I move up a little, repositioning myself before slowly lowering on to his cock. I love this position because I have full control, I can set the pace, and this angle is perfect, his cock hitting me in the right spot to summon stars.
I bounce up and down on him in controlled movements as he lies underneath me, watching me with an intense lens. He trails his hands up my calves, over my knees, and along my inner thighs. I rotate my hips in circular movements as I lift up and down, and he groans. “Jesus, fuck, that feels so good.” I pick up speed, bouncing up and down while his fingers find my clit and start rubbing.
I throw my head back, and messy waves of my long dark hair fall down my sweat-dampened back as I ride him.
My orgasm hits me out of nowhere this time, and I keep my punishing pace going, riding him fast and hard, as more blissful tremors tear through my body. I’m screaming and crying and whimpering, and a loud crash from downstairs has my lips curling into a smile.
“You’re so wicked, baby,” Caz says, quietly chuckling while he takes hold of my hips and sits up. “But I love it.”
He flips me onto all fours, brushing my hair to one side and planting a soft kiss to my neck. “This will be brutal because I need to comeright now.”
“Do your worst, sexy. I can take it.”
He skims his lips down my spine, and I shudder all over as his touch does amazing things to me while his cock teases my entrance from behind. Then, all the teasing is over, and he jams into me hard, slamming in and out of my pussy, his cock destroying me in all the best ways.
He roars out his release a few minutes later, and I feel his hot cum depositing inside me. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he pulls me to my side, and we flop down on the bed, still joined, both breathing heavily. “I will never get enough of that,” he says, nipping at my earlobe. “Never get enough of you,” he adds, and those are the last words I hear as I drift off to sleep.
I wake sometime later, still in the same position, with the black cotton sheet pulled up over our naked bodies. Caz’s arms are locked around my waist, and his body heat is like a furnace behind me. I guess he didn’t get much sleep last night either. His soft snores confirm he’s still out for the count, and I don’t want to wake him.
Like a sneaky thief, I slowly extract myself from his grip and slide out of bed. I sit on the edge of the bed, turning around to look at him in a moment of weakness.
He looks even more gorgeous in slumber with his tousled dark hair, full lips, and long, long lashes fanning sculpted cheekbones. My fingers itch with a craving to touch the light layer of stubble on his face, and my lips yearn to press against his lush mouth.
Those alarming thoughts have me jumping up, almost tripping over the bag on the floor. Bending down, I open it, finding it full of my things. I guess Saint or Theo must have dropped it here at one point. I remove the box of tampons with an amused smile, wondering which asshole is keeping track of my cycle.
Snagging my sweater from the floor, I tug it down over my slim shoulders. It hits just above my ass, so I pull a fresh pair of panties and sleep shorts out of the bag, shimmying them up my legs before I wander to the bathroom to relieve myself.
After I’ve attended to business, brushed my teeth, and attempted to tame my sex hair, I head downstairs.
My tummy rumbles as I hit the bottom step, and Theo lifts his head, eyeballing me. He’s stretched out along the length of the couch in front of a roaring fire with his tablet propped on his lap. “Where are the others?” I ask as I move across the floor in my bare feet.
“Galen is sleeping, and after taking his aggression out on the TV, Saint is now working it out in the gym.”
My eyes find the broken TV lying against the rear wall, the glass littered with splintering cracks. I smother my smug grin. “Gym?” I arch a brow as I perch on the arm of the couch.
He jerks his head forward. “That small outbuilding you can see from the back window is our workout area.”
I turn my head, spotting the structure behind the barn.
