Page 64 of Taking Control
I deepen our kiss, plunging my tongue in his mouth hungrily.
He’s not close enough.
I need him closer.
I move my hands until they are pulling up his tank-top and wrenching it over his head.
There is nothing soft and gentle about the way in which Cal undresses me.
It’s raw, animalistic, as if the world will end if he doesn’t plunge inside of me within the next few minutes.
He nips my neck, I dig my nails into his back.
He bruises my lips as his crash back against mine.
I undo his jeans, pushing them down past his ass eagerly.
I feel his cock at my entrance and I widen my legs more. He slides in and I let out a scream as he plunges deep again and again and again.
I wind my fingers back through his hair, tugging slightly, eliciting a groan from him.
He pumps harder, and my orgasm gathers pace.
I bite his bottom lip, giving in to the urge to become the woman who knows that although this is far from gentle, she isn’t going to get hurt.
Cal rears back, his fingers grabbing my hips and digging into my skin as he plunges harder. My whole body trembles with the buildup of my release.
My walls clench around him, my breathing quickens, my screams become louder.
“Fuck, wait for me, baby,” Cal says as I am about to let go.
I mewl like a kitten at his words which stop me from going over the edge. I grit my teeth and dig my fingers into his thighs as I strain against the urge to tumble over the edge.
“That’s it,” he says, panting, his eyes blazing into mine.
“Cal, I can’t––” My words are cut off as his thumb connects with my clit.
“Come for me,” he says, and he pushes on my clit harder, setting off the bomb inside of me.
I cry out as I do what he says, and I come for him.
Only him.
Always him.
His roar has me pulsing around him, taking everything that he gives.
He collapses on top of me, and I hold him close.
This is true love.
No fear.
No fright.
No worry.
“I love you, Cal,” I whisper, needing him to understand just how deep he is ingrained in my heart.
