Page 122 of Crave Me

“Fuck, Caleb… your cock.”

“What’s that?” he asked, chuckling darkly as he suddenly withdrew his fingers. He raked his nails down my back adding a whole other intense sensation that had me right on the fucking edge. Just not enough to go over it, which he damn well knew. Which he was counting on. “Tell me what you want, Cas. What you fucking need from me.”

“Give me your cock… fuck my ass.”

“You need it that bad, huh?”

“Yes. Please.”

“Hell, yeah,” he snarled, a moment before he dug his fingers into my hips, then slammed forward, his cock tearing into me and hitting so fucking deep in one thrust.

I slammed my hand into the sheets.

“You feel it?” he breathed in my ear. “I’m in your ass raw. I’m gonna fill you with my hot cum, then fuck it right back in deep.”

He ripped my head back by my hair and then shoved his knuckles into my mouth, stuffing me full so my cries were muffled as he started jackhammering in my ass, power-fucking me mercilessly.

Indecipherable sounds spewed from me, absorbed by his fist silencing me as he fucked into me, making me take every brutal thrust, every insane burst of pleasure as he hit that sweet spot again and again, driving me higher and higher.

I couldn’t control it.

In fact, I lost it all to him and all I was aware of was sensation and the need building to a dangerous level, as I fucked back on his merciless cock bottoming out inside of me.

As if that wasn’t enough, he started flicking my crown. Over and over.

I shuddered as the conflicting sensations slammed up against one another.

It was all too much and that wave of ecstasy hit me so suddenly I wasn’t prepared as it tore me apart from the inside out, making me bellow around his fist and buck against him furiously as my orgasm was wrenched out of me and I spurted my cum all over the sheets.

Caleb pulled out, startling me, as he hadn’t come.

And then he was dragging me up the bed and rolling me onto my back.

He straddled me in the next moment and ground his cock all over my abs that were partially covered in my cum. “Not enough,” he was murmuring to himself, distress all over him.

“Caleb, talk to me.”

He squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. When he opened them, that wild look from earlier was back in full force. “Need more… I need more,” he was muttering, grinding harder all over my cock.

“Give me five,” I said, shuddering at the overstimulation to my cock after just orgasming.

Hopelessness filled his eyes and he stopped grinding and sat between my spread legs.

I reached out and took his hand with my bandaged one. “Caleb, keep your eyes on me.”

He nodded and bit his trembling lower lip.

With my good hand, I wrapped it around the base of his cock.

“Don’t look away,” I told him.

Another nod.

I started stroking him up and down, using sensual glides, rather than the rough and brutal he’d used on me, that which he’d thought he’d needed.

It didn’t take long before he was grinding into my hand and rolling his hips.

Our gazes were locked and I smiled out at him. “That’s it, stay with me. I’m here with you. You’re here with me. You can let go. Nice and easy. You’re safe and loved. You’re home.”

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