My lips press together as he continues to pound into me.
“You want me to fill up this ass, or you want it down your throat?”
I claw at the sheets at his filthy words. “Fill me up,” I rasp. “I want you to be leaking out of me for days.”
The sound that leaves Caleb’s mouth is nearly animalistic.
“Fuck, Evan,” he snarls as his thrusts turn punishing. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
His hand finds the curve of my throat as I tilt my head back, and look up at him as he rails me. Those green eyes take in my face before he kisses me furiously.
I whimper into his mouth as he licks and sucks on my lips. It’s messy, passionate, and desperate.
“Ugh, pups,” he murmurs as he tightens his hold on me. “I’m gonna come.”
“Come inside me,” I whisper. “I want it. So fucking deep.”
Caleb’s nostrils flare as he thrusts once, twice, and then he starts coming. I don’t take my eyes off of him, the way he falls apart above me—completely vulnerable and raw.
It’s a sight that has time moving in slow motion.
So beautiful.
So mine.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “Oh, baby.”
After a few moments, he relaxes into my body and wraps me up in his arms, his cock still buried inside me.
Caleb’s mouth trails over the back of my neck tenderly. “You okay?”
“Yeah.” I smile lazily. “I’m great.”
“Are you sore?” he asks as he pulls out, and my hole pulses.
I choke on a breath and nod. “A little, but not in a bad way.”
Caleb twists me around to face him as we cuddle naked on his bed. I trace his face with my eyes before I drag my fingers over the curve of his jaw.
A warmth spreads through me, and our bond sizzles as I touch him delicately. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as we lie here silently.
I didn’t think my first time could be that perfect—and even if it wasn’t, it still would have meant everything to me. Caleb put me first, he always does, and I still wonder what I did to deserve him.
“Let’s go get you cleaned up,” he says before tugging me into his embrace, and walking us over to his bathroom.
The second he drops me down on my feet, we’re in his shower. I lean back against the tiles as the water starts to warm up and Caleb’s arms slip around me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he whispers into my skin. “Where have you been all my life?”
My heart pounds in my throat. “I’ve been lost.”
“Not anymore.” He shakes his head. “You’re right where you’re meant to be.”
And for the first time in my life, I believe it.
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CALEB
