His lips capture my mouth, trapping the moan that attempted to escape.
The pulsing in my pussy tells me I’m not done yet. I want to make him feel the way he makes me feel, to show I’m there for him the way he is for me. I reach between us and grip his erection. He groans at my touch, and I stroke him methodically. My thumb brushes over the tip, then trails back down to the base.
I pant with need. “Please, Caleb. I need you.”
I can’t wait any longer.
“You’re killing me, baby girl. I can’t focus when you’re touching me like that. With everything I plan to do to you, I have to get you ready for me.”
I slide my hand back, cupping and gently rolling his testicles.
He lets out a guttural huff mixed with a low and throaty chuckle, like he should’ve known I’d go in for such a kill.
Smiling, I’m loving this power he trusts me to have over him. I pull him to me by the back of his neck, spreading kisses along his collarbone and down his pecs. I want to show him how good it can feel to be out of control.
“Please, I’m ready,” I coax his beast forward with a siren’s request, hoping his control over his ship will falter, sink.
I want him to drown in me—we can be lost at sea together forever. I’ve never wanted something—someone—so badly before.
His face strains as he wrestles between relinquishing his control, and his desire to prolong our rendezvous. His nose brushes against mine softly as he whispers, “What are you doing to me, Jay?” Reaching down, he grabs my wrist and thrusts it away from his cock. As he sits up on his knees, his dick strains upward.
I bite my lip with a mischievous and wicked grin, knowing I did that.
He can see a glimmer of pride in my eyes.
He growls, “If it hurts, the only thing out of your mouth better be a thank you.’ Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master.”
He presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek at my coy response. “Turn over. I want you on all fours. Ass out for me.”
When I obey, he spanks my cheeks and spreads them wide to look at me. “Mmm. This is all mine.”
Caleb positions himself and prods at my entrance. As he holds my hips steady, his tip breaches my opening, and I moan my welcome as he buries his length into my silken depths.
“Every inch is for you. Take it all for me, like the good girl I know you can be.” He rubs against each nerve as he glides further inside, then stills, allowing my walls to adjust and expand to his girth. “Fuuuuck, you’re so wet for me.”
His fingers dig into my skin as he surges me forward. I meet him thrust for thrust. His other hand fists my hair, forcing me to lift my chin to the sky as he drives into me.
Rough and hard.
After several thrusts, he lets out a guttural groan and smacks my ass once. But once is enough. Like a domino effect, one nerve ignites the other, until everything inside me burns with raging desire. With my tangled tresses still in his grasp, he blankets my back with his chest. He drags his hand up my stomach, to squeeze and fondle my breast, then wrapping around my neck.
Between breathless groans, he whispers, “I’m going to make you come so hard. Touch yourself for me.”
Unable to think for myself with my entire world on fire, I surrender to him. My hand belongs to him. Without thinking, I rub circles over my clit.
“That’s a good girl.” He hisses as he slowly pulls out halfway and groans. “You’re pushing me out. You’re getting close aren’t you, baby girl?”
“Please.”
“You’re bleeding on my cock. Did I hurt you?”
Only in the best ways.
Or maybe I said that out loud? Because I’m too busy loving the high, I can’t seem to ground myself to reality. I’m being thrust into another realm entirely. It isn’t until he asks if I want him to stop that I tear myself from his pleasure vortex and crash.
I shake my head vigorously. “No, please. Don’t stop. Keep going, you feel so good.”
