Page 37 of Caught in His Sights

“No, it feels good.” Desperation fills my voice. “But I need something bigger.”

Caleb continues to toy with me, plunging it in and out as if testing the truth of my words. When I rock my hips, trying to fuck myself on the hard silicone, he finally removes it and tosses it onto the bed near my head. It glistens with slick, and my inner muscles clench on nothingness, the empty sensation unbearable.

I twist to peer back at him, seeking reassurance that he won’t stop this time.

He watches me as he fists his cock, slapping the length against my quivering hole. “I can’t wait to see your tight little ass stretched around me.”

Desire pools in my belly at the words, and I try to scoot backward, to impale myself on him, but the cuffs that bind my wrists won’t allow me to close the distance.

“You’re such a greedy boy,” Caleb rumbles in approval.

A flush spreads through my body, and I wiggle my hips.

He fits his head to my entrance, the heat of his skin a match for my fever. My muscles clench and release, trying to pull him inside.

“Fuck, it feels like your body’s kissing me.” He flexes forward, his thick head breaching me.

I sob with relief, rocking backward to take him deeper, but Caleb pulls out until just his tip fills me again. Frustration surges through me and escapes as a whine. Desperate for more, I fist the chain binding my wrists, yanking on it to no avail.

With a throaty chuckle, Caleb grips my hips, keeping me in place. He pushes into me again, his shaft stretching me wider. I clench around him as he withdraws, then thrusts in again, setting a steady pace. The pleasure builds, driving me wild, my gasps filling the room with each thrust.

“Please… Caleb, please…” I moan into the mattress, the sheets damp under my cheek.

“Come for me,” he orders, and I do, shuddering and crying out in ecstasy.

As my body quivers, Caleb’s fingers dig hard into my flanks. “Don’t tense up.”

Confusion fills me, then I gasp as he pushes the rest of the way inside, moving past the point where the toy had stretched me. The sensation burns as he sinks deep, and I claw at anything I can reach, trying to hold on to something as the intensity rolls over me.

“Relax,” Caleb murmurs, one hand stroking my back.

With gentle rocks, he coaxes me through the initial invasion. My body gradually grows accustomed to his size, muscles melting with the fever, submitting to my Alpha’s touch.

As if Caleb was waiting for this as a signal, he picks up speed, the hot glide of his cock driving my pleasure, and another orgasm sweeps through me.

Growling, Caleb pulls out and flips me to my back.

Dazed, I stare up at him, his face twisted with passion as he grabs my hips and lifts me. Eyes locked with mine, he slams back inside.

A loud moan rips from my throat, my legs wrapping around his flexing waist. My body rises to meet each of his thrusts, desperate for more. Pleas fall from my lips, drowned out by the rush of my pulse in my ears.

Every nerve comes alive, attuned to the sensation of Caleb inside me, claiming me as his own. My hard dick slaps against my stomach with the force of our joining, cum leaking in a steady stream from the tip as my pleasure intensifies.

“You feel incredible.” Caleb grips my hips with bruising pressure. “You were made for taking me, Oliver.”

The words ring in my bones. The way our bodies fit together, the way he fills me so completely, like two pieces of a puzzle clicking into place.

“Deeper, please,” I beg, needing to be filled to the point of bursting.

“Greedy little Omega,” he says, tenderness behind the words.

He surges forward until his pelvis presses flush against my ass. The depth of his possession pushes me toward the edge, my muscles straining.

“Come for me,” he orders roughly.

My dick jumps, thin white streaks painting my stomach.

As cum pulses into my channel, filling me with my Alpha’s seed, the fever’s burn abates. Caleb’s hips move in short thrusts, drawing out every last shudder of pleasure from my spent body.

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