Page 47 of Caught in His Sights

“Well, I’ve never had caviar,” I murmur. “Or gold flake.”

“We’ll have to remedy that.”

Before I’m swept away by the joy that statement brings, he kisses me again, and desire sweeps through me with an intensity that feels like my Heat never stopped.

Guiding me by the waist, he backs me up against the arm of the couch, the pressure pushing on the toy inside me. A moan escapes my lips, and my hands drop to grip Caleb’s firm ass as I hook a knee around him to position his bulge back where it belongs.

“Grind on my thigh,” Caleb commands, his voice husky.

My inner muscles clench on the thick, silicon shaft as I rock my hips against the leg he shoves between mine, the motion stimulating my front and back at the same time. But It’s not what I crave.

“Tell me how it felt walking our guests out while stuffed full of my seed,” Caleb whispers into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

“Dirty.” I tremble with arousal. “I loved it.”

My fingers tug at Caleb’s waistband, hesitating but not daring to pull down his zipper. “Please, Caleb, fill me again.”

His strong hand grips my hair, tipping my head back as he asks, “You want my cock?”

“Yes, please,” I gasp. “I would live with you inside me if it were possible.”

“Then take me out and face the couch.”

Excitement shakes my hands as I open his pants and discover he didn’t bother with underwear. The feel of his thick shaft in my hand, the velvety heat of his skin on my palm, intoxicates me.

Caleb leans down and breathes me in, his words hot against my throat. “You always smell so damn good. It’s addictive.”

With his pheromones curling around me, I could say the same. My pulse quickens, and I stroke him faster, desperate for more.

“Keep doing that, and you’ll be wearing my seed instead of taking it where you want it,” he warns, voice rough with desire.

As much as the thought thrills me, I crave the sensation of his cum flooding my insides. Releasing Caleb’s cock, I turn and push down my pajama pants before bending over the couch, offering him the use of my body.

The warmth of Caleb’s hands spreads through me as he parts my cheeks, exposing the plug nestled inside. “You look so nice with this toy plugging your hole. It’s almost a shame to take it out.”

My back drops, and I crane my neck to look back at him. “But I want you to fill me with your cock again.”

“Greedy little Omega,” Caleb chides, delivering a firm slap to my ass.

The sting sends a thrill through me, and a moan escapes my lips as I brace against the cushion.

Caleb’s grip tightens on my hip, and he admires his handprint on my skin. “Did you like that?”

“Yes.” A flush spreads through me. “I want your marks all over my body.”

Caleb obliges with another sharp crack to my other cheek, and my knees shake as I rub my dick on the arm of the couch. When his hand travels between my thighs, squeezing my balls, I whimper and spread my legs as far as the pants at my ankles allow.

Whatever he wants, he can have.

He rolls the sensitive globes, then strokes up over my taint. I rise onto my toes, eager for more, but Caleb bends me back over. “Behave yourself.”

His fingers hook around the base of the plug, and my body resists for only a moment as he pulls it free. A warm rush of liquid slides down my thighs, a heady mix of my slick and Caleb’s seed.

He drops the glistening toy in front of me, then hooks his thumbs into my now-stretched entrance and rumbles with appreciation. “Such a messy boy.”

I whimper, eager to be made an even bigger mess.

He slaps his cock against my gaping hole, the wet sound sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

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