“You like that?”
I’m incapable of words. I nod desperately.
The feel of my hands? Pretty good.
The feeling of Caleb’s? Life-changing.
I spend too much time trying to wrap my head around how good his touch feels, until he chuckles softly and sucks on my earlobe. I’m a shivering mess as he continues to stroke my cock, leaving it dripping with pre-cum.
“Now, when you touch yourself, you have something to remember,” he says possessively. “Something to fantasise about.”
“I fantasised about you anyway,” I admit without hesitation.
“Yeah?”
This makes him speed up, and I whine in protest. Not because it doesn’t feel good, but because it feels too good to be true.
How is this my reality?
How do I feel so safe with a man I never thought would be seen dead with me?
“Well, how about next time we do this, you ride my fingers,” he whispers deeply in my ear, and I groan at the thought. “And then you’ll come crawling back to me every time your own fingers can’t live up to mine.”
Tears leak down my face as he fucks my cock with his fist.
“Can I come?” I choke as my body jitters. “Please, I’m so close.”
Caleb moans at my question. “Look at you asking for permission.”
“Please,Caleb.”
“Give it to me,” he groans as my orgasm explodes. “Give me every last drop.”
My cum squirts across his desk, dangerously close to the drawings of my face. I cry out his name and curl my fingers into his arm as stars burst across my vision. My heart clenches over and over until I catch my breath and calm down.
Caleb holds me tight, stroking me slower and slower until he finally stops. I groan as he continues to hold onto my cock, and only now do I realise how sensitive I am.
“Fuck, Caleb,” I shudder.
“That’s it, pups.” He presses his mouth to my throat. “Let yourself take that pleasure.”
I slump forward, eyes closed.
“Goddess,” I murmur, still trying to catch my breath.
“So sweet,” he purrs in my ear.
I twist an inch as he unravels me from his grip. I watch as he raises his thick, tattooed fingers that are covered in my cum to his mouth. My eyes widen as he licks the tips clean, and his green eyes darken.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought you’d taste like,” he growls with flared nostrils.
I gulp. “What do I taste like?”
“Mine.”
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