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“You don’t think what?” I ask as I unzip his pants, itching to get my hands and mouth on him.
“I don’t think that I can.” He trails off when my fingertips move over the elastic to his boxers.
“There will be no one else after me,” I repeat the words he said to me not too long ago. “Not one person will touch you like this again. It’s going to be just me.” I step into him and run my nose on his bearded jaw. “Are you okay with that?”
“Take what you want, baby.” I smirk as I push his boxers and jeans over his hips.
“I want you to sit back down and watch me suck your cock.” He pushes his pants all the way down to the floor, kicking off his boots and then stepping out of them, leaving him buck-ass naked. I decide we are going to spend the whole fucking weekend naked. “Oh my.” My eyes trail his thick thighs right up to his cock, making my mouth water. “Sit.” He does, and I crawl to him. Taking the base of his cock in my hand, he hisses. “Answer me”—I move my hand up and down, his cock is so thick I can’t close my hand—“how many times did you come this week thinking about me?” I watch him as I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, and his head goes back.
“Every fucking day, twice a day,” he hisses out as I lick him from the base to the tip. “Twice today.”
“Twice?” I ask him before I take half of his cock into my mouth, letting it go and moving my hand up and down.
“Woke up hard thinking of you riding my face,” he informs me as I swallow half his cock again. My mouth strains to open around him. “Then took a shower before I came to get you and thought about sinking my cock into you.” I moan around his cock, the vibration making his hips jerk up and pushing his cock deeper into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. “Touched the back of your throat,” he says to me as I work my hand and my mouth. “Got to open it up so I can slide down it.”
“I don’t think I can take you all in,” I admit, “but I’m going to fucking try.” I try to take him deeper into my mouth, spreading as wide as I can as his hips move with me now.
“Attagirl, swallow me down.” I grip the base of his cock tighter in my hand, moving it frantically up and down. “I’m not going to last,” he blurts, and I look up at him, watching his jaw get tight. “If you don’t want me to shoot down that throat of yours, you better move.” When I don’t move, I see his eyes twinkle. “Going to come down your throat now, and then spend all night covering you in my cum.” I lose his eyes as my pussy clenches. “Every inch of you will have my cum,” he grits between clenched teeth while the first rope of his cum hits the back of my throat, and I swallow whatever he has to give me. I only let go of his cock when he’s done, and his body relaxes in the chair. I stand and step between his legs, but he pushes me away only for him to stand and wrap his arm around my waist, picking me up and turning me. “Time for me to eat my meal”—I try not to smile—“bed or table?”
I look at the table that has all the decorations on it. “Bed would be easier.”
“Yeah,” he agrees, walking through his house, “I’ll fuck you on the table later.”
“Don’t make me promises you can’t keep, Caleb.” I push his buttons as he walks back toward the great room and to his bedroom. I look over his shoulder and gasp.
The bedroom is masculine with the king-sized bed in the middle, but he has fairy lights hanging from the ceiling all around the bed. “Wanted to fuck you under the stars,” he tells me, “this was the easiest way.” I’m about to say something to him but he throws me on the bed. “Spread your legs. I’m about to make you see a whole lot of stars, baby.”
Chapter 22
Caleb
“Need you naked,” I tell her when I step to the side of the bed and see her get up on her elbows, “or with your skirt around your waist, either way.”
“I want to feel all of you on me.” She sits up and bends her hand backward to the clasp of her bra as she unclips it, tossing it to the side before lying down on her back. She lifts her hips as she reaches to the side and unzips the skirt before she discards it. “As much as I want to get your cock into me”—she does the same with her lace panties, tossing them over, and she’s finally naked in my bed—“I’d like to feel your mouth on me.”
“Fuck,” I groan, watching her lie there on my covers, her feet on the bed and legs open for me.
“Put your money where your mouth is, Caleb.” She bends one arm and props it under her head. “Make me see stars.”
I put one knee on the bed before moving between her legs. My hand comes out and runs through her slit. “Already wet for me.” I watch her eyes close as my fingers graze her clit. “How many times did you play with yourself thinking about me?” I move my middle finger in slow circles around her clit.
“None.” She moves her hips up a bit, wanting more. “I was saving it all for tonight.”
“So you didn’t play with yourself?” I ask, rubbing my finger down and sliding my middle finger inside her. The wetness makes it easy to bury it all the way to my knuckles. She heaves out, “Not once did you fuck yourself thinking about me?”
“Not this week.” She opens her legs even wider. “I was waiting for you to make me come.”
“Is that so?” I ask, taking my finger out of her and sucking it in my mouth. “You taste like what heaven would taste like.” I bend my head and slide my tongue through her slit until the tip of my tongue flicks her clit. “Fucking heaven.” I get down on my stomach and devour her pussy, sucking it into my mouth. I hold back her legs as I watch her face while I lick her pussy, until I suck her clit into my mouth. Her back arches off the bed. “You’re going to watch me make you come with my mouth and my fingers,” I tell her before sliding two fingers into her, “then you are going to watch your pussy take my cock.”
“Yes,” she pants as I move my fingers in and out of her as I suck her clit. She gets up on her elbows to watch me.
“Your pussy is gripping the fuck out of my fingers.” I feel her G-spot. “It’s going to strangle my cock.” I move up, my tongue trailing to her nipple, taking it in my mouth as I fuck her with my fingers before moving back down. My tongue slides in with my fingers, tasting her wetness on my tongue. I bite down on her clit while she moves her legs back and tilts her hips toward me.
“Caleb,” she moans as she moves her hands to her tits, where she pinches her nipples, “I don’t think I’m going to?—”
“You’re going to come on my fingers,” I command, feeling her pussy get tighter and wetter. “Drip down my wrist.” My finger runs over her G-spot. “You’re going to come, and then I’m going to fuck you.” We both groan. My tongue flicks her clit. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into you.” That’s the last thing I tell her before she explodes onto my fingers, her pussy pulsating around my fingers as she drips down my hand. “That’s my girl.” My fingers ride out her orgasm until her elbows give out, and she lies back. I kiss her once before getting on my knees. “Condom.”
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean”—she grips my cock—“please tell me?—”
