“I know,” Cal growled, leaning down to bite my ear, his teeth scraping the cartilage. “And you’re going to take every inch of it, Silas. I want you to feel it all. I want you to feel me stretching you apart until you can’t feel anything else.”
Hedrove forward.
“Fuck!” I screamed into the pillow, my hands clawing at the sheets.
He filled me completely. It was a glorious, tearing stretch. He was dense, heavy, and massive inside me. It felt like I was being split open, rearranged.
“That’s it,” Cal praised, his voice thick with lust. “Look at you taking all of me. You’re such a good little whore for me, baby.”
He began to move. He was relentless. He wasn’t making love; he was claiming territory. He was erasing seven years of silence with every thrust.
Smack.
His hand came down hard on my ass. I cried out, the sting radiating heat, melting into the pleasure. I arched into it, needing more.
“Turn over,” Cal ordered suddenly.
I scrambled to flip over, breathless and dazed.
Cal grabbed my ankles. He pushed my legs back until my knees were practically touching my ears, folding me in half. It left me completely exposed. He settled between my legs, driving back in deep.
We’d never done this position, andJesus Christ, I was seeing stars. The pleasure was so intense, so deep, hitting spots I didn’t know existed. I felt faint.
“Oh god!” I cried out, my head thrashing.
Cal leaned over me, pinning my wrists to the mattress above my head. He loomed over me, blocking out the light, blocking out the world.
“You saved this for me?” Cal growled, slamming into me, his hips bruising mine. “You didn’t let anyone else inside you?”
“No one,” I sobbed. “Just you.”
“Good,” Cal snarled. “Because you’re mine. I’m the only one who gets to ruin you like this. I’m the only one who fits. You hear me? This hole belongs to me.”
He tortured me. For minutes, he brought me to the brink and stopped. He fucked me until I was sobbing, until I didn’t know where I ended and he began.
“You know what I did the night you came back?” Cal asked, his voice rough in my ear as he held me on the edge. “In November? After I saw you while I was in the ring? After I pinned you against the wall?”
“No,” I choked out, drooling, completely undone.
“I went back to my hotel room,” Cal ground out, thrusting harder. “And I jerked off thinking about this. Thinking about ruining you. Thinking about stretching you out just like this. I haven’t cum that hard in years, Silas. So you better put on a good fucking show, because you have to beat that.”
“Cal, please,” I begged, tears streaming down my face. “I need you. I need to cum.”
“You’re ruined,” Cal promised, slamming into me, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. “I’m ruining you right now. No other man is ever touching you. You hear me? Only me. Only this dick. You’re fucking mine.”
“Only you,” I sobbed, surrendering everything to him. “Only you. I’m yours.”
“God, you’re such a good fucking slut,” he growled.
He released my wrists.
“Cum for me,” Cal ordered, his voice commanding. “No hands. Milk it out of yourself. Use your hole to milk me.”
He drove harder, faster, abandoning all control. I clamped down around him, desperate to obey. My vision blurred, everything going white.
I came painfully hard. It was a ruined, messy orgasm, my body convulsing around him. I shot all over my own stomach and chest without me even touching myself, the fluid coating my skin, hot and sticky, a mess of my own making.
Cal groaned, a primal roar. “Fuck, Silas!”
