Page 120 of Crave Me

For me.

Fortunately for him and his current needs, I’d never been one to shy away from danger when it came to protecting and caring for those whom I loved.

This wouldn’t be any different.

“Nicotine,” I spoke.

“What?”

“My safe word.”

The reference to his smoking would pull him from the moment, should it come to that.

His eyes flamed at me giving him my consent to what he wanted from me.

Hell, it was so much more than that to him. More than even a need.

“Strip off your shirt. Leave the tie on.”

His command rolled through me with an uncompromising authority that took me aback and actually had my cock thickening.

He released my arms, his dark gaze burning into mine as he watched me loosen my tie and free it from my collar, before I started unbuttoning my navy dress shirt.

I’d only made it to the last button when he shoved it roughly off my shoulders, then dragged it off my arms, tossing it into the corner of the bedroom.

Then he wrapped his hand around my throat, pinning me to the wall with it, as he trailed his tongue over my collarbone, sending sparks of pleasure through me.

He slicked down to my pecs, then swirled his tongue around each of my nipples in turn, before sucking one into his mouth. He had me grunting as the suction straddled the line between pleasure and pain. He assaulted the other with the same treatment.

“Fucking missed this. He made me miss this,” he growled, a moment before he went feral, tightening his grip around my throat and severely restricting my breathing, making me gag, as he licked, sucked harshly, and bit hard enough to leave marks all fucking over my torso.

I bucked against the wall at the erotic torment.

And then he had me jolting as he abruptly grabbed my cock through my pants.

Painfully.

His eyes gleamed as he felt me thickening at the rough handling.

“You’re fucking loving this, hmm?” he said as he unbuckled my belt then opened my fly. “Let’s see just how much. Are you dripping for me, babe? Is that tight ass clenching in anticipation of what I’m gonna unleash all over it?”

I groaned as he delved inside my pants and skated his palm over my rock-hard shaft.

“Mmm, yeah, there it is,” he moaned, teasing my crown with deceptively soft strokes with the pads of his fingers. “Nice and sticky for me already.” He kneaded and pinched my crown, then had me gasping as he tugged at my piercings fiercely, sending a jolt of intensity through me that had my cock jerking against his fingers.

He wrenched my pants and boxers down to my ankles and I kicked them off, stepping out of them.

I’d barely done that when his hand left my cock and my throat, and then he was fisting my tie and tugging roughly. “Kneel.”

Our eyes locked.

A challenging glint lit his as he clearly expected to meet resistance in mine.

I didn’t kneel to anyone as a rule. They all bowed to me.

But Caleb Rowland wasn’t just anyone to me.

For you, I will.

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