Snapping my hand from her panties, I reach behind her head to fist her curls and yank her until her eyes have no choice but to stare into the depths of mine.
“I saidbeg.I want to hear you say what youwantfrom me, Rosie. Make it pretty.” I punctuate with a nip to her lip. Her panting is choppy now, I’m almost certain that first lick of my tongue will have her coming in seconds.
“C-Caleb…please, lick my pussy,” she pants, her voice a plea, her eyes hot and furious. I know I’m going to pay for this little display of testosterone, but the words leaving her mouth are so fucking hot I’m struggling to be sorry for it. “Make a mess of me, clean me up, and fuck me until I’m boneless and coming all over your cock.”
Jesus Christ.
“Fucking finally.” I drop her to her feet, an audibleoomphleaving her as she tries to find her balance. I pull her pants to her ankles along with her panties and she steps out of them, nearly tripping. Remaining where I am, I hook a leg over my shoulder using my free palm to press her chest back against the wall, and I waste no time burying my face between her legs.
“Yesss,” she hisses. Her claws grip my hair so tightly, the moan that leaves my lips sounds like a downright whimper. I lick her from bottom to top, flicking my tongue a few times over her sensitive spot until she starts to rotate her hips, grinding against my face. My fingers grip her thighs, spreading them open, giving me as much room as possible.
“I missed the taste of this pussy. Sweet as fucking honey, Rosebud.”
Her only response is gripping my hair and thrusting me right back where she wants me, her hand releasing the tight hold on my hair and reaching for my right hand, moving it to her inner thigh.
“You made me beg, hotshot. Now deliver. Make me scream your name.”
I am feral for that filthy mouth of hers.
My right hand drifts up her inner thighs, using my tongue to tease her clit, my fingers find their way to her entrance, and gazing up at her, I watch with rapt attention as I slowly, teasingly, push two fingers inside her.
“Are you teasing me on purpose?” she breathes, her lips dropping open to a smallOas her whiskey eyes find mine.
“Just savoring the way you feel, committing you to memory and the way you come apart in my hands.”
I can see her fire, ready to snap back with a retort, but I take the moment from her, landing my tongue back on her clit with added pressure as I bury my fingers in her, curling to hit that sweet spot. I feel her walls constrict as I play with her there, slowly easing out and back in, curling a few times and repeating, while I lap at her peak until I feel her thighs shake.
“That’s it,yes,Rosebud. Give it to me, soak me. Let me taste you.” I dive in with force, letting my teeth glide against her clit, and with a few more punishing curls of my fingers, her nails are digging into my scalp as she cries out my name.
“Fuuuck, Caleb!”
“Come for me, Rosebud, let’s see if you can keep count tonight.”
“I’m coming,I’m comingggg!” Her voice is hoarse as she topples off the edge, a writhing and shaking mess against my lips. I remove my fingers and let my tongue glide over her, lap at her, cleaning her up just as I’d promised, while she rides out her high.
“Holy fuck,” she pants, combing her fingers through my hair. I give her a rewarding spank as I drop her leg and stand, immediately finding those gorgeous lips and diving in for a kiss. Not loving or tender, or kind. It’s punishing, hungry, and just as insatiable as I am for her. I whip my tongue through her mouth, letting her taste how good I can make her feel, letting her simmer in the denial that we have wasted so much time not fucking, because if there is anything the two of us do well together, it’s that.
Our lips remain locked, her stealing every moan from my lips as I walk her backward toward the couch, and when we reach the arm of it, I detach, gripping her waist and spinning her around. With a palm to the middle of her back, I push her forward, leaving her bare ass on display.
“Stay there. Let me look at you.”
“Shit.” She whimpers andfuckif it doesn’t have my cock nearly bursting in my pants.
I take a step back, slowly unbuttoning and stripping my pants off as I coast my eyes down her bent-over form. Her glorious caramel skin, shiny with a delicate amount of sweat, her thighs brushing together every so often. Knowing that she is still not sated has my smile stretching across my face. My skin feels entirely too hot—need, desire, lust have all confounded together and if I’m not buried balls deep soon, I might combust.
I move in closer and slap one of her cheeks, before gripping and massaging it, smoothing the sting. I grab a condom from the pocket of my pants then drop my briefs to the ground. I waste no time discarding the foil and rolling on the rubber.
“Look at you. Bent over, needy, and dripping.” I glide a finger through her glistening center. “Does it ache, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” she pants, and I watch her head jerk, every bit of the controlling deviant from before is gone, replaced by my submissive little angel.
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” she breathes, begs.
“Say, please.”
“Please,Caleb. Just fuck me.” The possessive caveman inside me roars, seeing her in such a state—a complete mess andwaitingfor me. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of her.
