He grins down at me, his face wet and slick with my juices. “Don’t worry, Isolde. I’m not stopping, just changing things up,” he promises.
I’m confused at first, then he mostly manhandles me, turning my body so that I’m suddenly on all fours. He’s positioned behind me, and I feel his callused hands rubbing against my ass, grabbing my cheeks in a possessive, hungry hold.
“Hurry,” I encourage, feeling desperate to have him inside me.
“Get down and hold this pretty ass out for me. I’m going to drill you so deep you’re going to feel me for weeks, baby.”
I do as he says, not even bothering to question him. I press my body down and my ass up, and he doesn’t make me wait long for my reward. He spanks my ass. The burn makes me whimper, as I feel how much wetter I get. I’m pretty sure I could come just by him spanking me alone. It seems impossible, but with Caleb, I know anything could happen. “Caleb,” I whimper.
Before I can say anything else, he thrusts into me, his fingers biting into my hips. “Hold on, Isolde. This is going to be a hard, quick ride, but I’ll make it up to you.”
“Just fuck me,” I all but snarl, making him laugh.
He plows into me over and over, the sounds of his cock plunging in and out of my drenched pussy echo around us. “Touch your clit, gorgeous. Work your pussy with me.” I immediately put my hand where I need it the most, letting my fingers slide against his cock as it presses into me and then out until I find my clit. “Fuck, I’m going to come, baby,” Caleb yells, biting into my shoulder. That pain sends me over the edge. My climax rips through me with a hurricane force, destroying me in the best of ways. It’s so strong that I nearly pass out. Instead, I slump down against the fake grass, already half asleep. His body is over me, pressing me down, and his cum drips out of me in a filthy, hot mess that I can’t wait to have again …
15
FAIRIES AND OTHER SWEET NOTHINGS
CANDYMAN
I look over at my woman. She’s wearing nothing but my T-shirt and sitting with her legs folded, eating a burger. We spent the weekend at this hotel. We’ve had so much sex that I know she’s sore. Hell, my balls are. I know my woman is, but her pussy is so greedy—thank God—that she doesn’t care.
“What are you staring at, Candy-boy?”
“My gorgeous woman. I just can’t believe my good luck.”
“Do you always talk to your hookups like that?” she asks, her eyebrow lifting in disbelief.
“We’re not a hookup. Surely you can see how good we are together, Isolde. Don’t cheapen it. Connections like this rarely happen. I’ve only personally seen it twice.”
“You missing another woman after you’ve spent the weekend fucking me six ways from Sunday?”
“No,” I laugh, shaking my head. “I meant, I’ve seen Beau and your brother together, and that connection is powerful. I’ve seen it with Griff, my prez, and his old lady, Brushes. That’s it. What we have between us is special.”
“I think that might be dangerous territory to discuss right now. Instead, let’s concentrate on the fact that although we’re using condoms now, you nearly fucked me unconscious in King and Gabby’s garage without a condom.”
“I’m clean, Isolde. I swear it.”
She lets out a sigh. “I’m on birth control, but I still want to make sure for myself that you’re clean.”
“You don’t trust me?” I ask, feeling offended.
“Should I?”
“You let me into your bed and your body. Shouldn’t there be trust between us?”
She rolls her eyes. “I barely know you. I want test results.”
“Fine,” I mutter, annoyed that she seems to be trying to put distance between us. I can’t let her get away with that. “I’ll send them to you when I get back to Dreary.”
“Can I ask why on earth you want to live in a place called Dreary?”
I shrug. “It’s home. I think you’d like it. There are a couple of great hospitals there, too, that would only require an easy commute.”
She frowns, her forehead crinkling with concern. “Why would I care about that?”
“Because what we have between us isn’t going to disappear, Isolde. You have to recognize that what’s between us is special,” I explain quietly, trying to keep my frustration from bleeding into my voice.
