Page 191 of Crazy for this Girl

I feel myself clench around his fingers and he notices, working my clit like a rough draft he’s drawing up for a contract. His digits writhing under the keys, which is my pussy currently, as he quickly tries to finish it and be done for round one of his torment.

“You don’t even know how beautiful you look right now,” he shares, giving a small thrust of his hips to demand me to take him further. “Sucking me off while you get fucked with my fingers.”

My legs begin to fall together to keep that pressure building in my lower gut at bay, but Cal clucks his tongue at me and nudges them with his wrist.

“I don’t think so, baby. You’re trying to murder me with that smartass mouth and I’m going to make you scream around it.”

I want to beg him to ease up so he can fuck me into my first orgasm, but it feels too good. Him around me, the way I can feel his body react around my fingers that lay on his thigh and that he can’t hide it with words.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls. “Do you know how many times I’ve imagined you with my fellow soldiers around. How much I wanted to stroke my cock to the first time fucking you?”

I hum around him, alluding that I don’t, but I can only imagine. I’ve only closed my eyes more times than I care to admit with other men to pretend it was him.

It never worked.

But I had prayed that one day it would.

However, now that I have the real thing in front of me, I obviously don’t have that problem anymore.

“Just like that,” he exhorts, spreading his hand around my head. “Get deep so I can sink these fingers further into this tight little pussy.”

“Fuck, Cal,” I mutter over him, to which he quickly fills me back up with his dick to keep working the situation I put myself in.

“Ah, my baby likes a cock inside her mouth while she gets fucked. So good to know when I’m driving and you’re craving something more. I can finger this cunt while she’s trying to get me to go out of my mind.”

God, I hope it happens.

Because, in present time, I’m about to lose my own freaking sanity with how much quicker his pace has gotten and firmer the brushes along my clit.

My body warns me that I’m close with his filthy words and promises of the future. The way he desires more casual things for us to do than work and arguing over dumb shit.

A life that consists of late night dinners and movies. Of sleeping in each other’s arms and watching more of his smiles across the table.

“I love you, Laynee. I’ve never wanted anyone more. I’ve always been yours for infinity.”

I detonate into a feral moan of my own orgasm, wrapping my lips tighter around his length, even though I can barely breathe. The burst of pleasure that just crashes through my body, causing me to shake underneath his fingers and hand as I’m pushed onto my back with Cal’s weight quickly on me.

I don’t even have my eyes open before a gasp leaves my throat at Cal’s thrusts inside me, eager and needing for his own release.

He growls out something I can’t make out as I crack my eyes open to find him looking between us, watching himself prod into my aching body with hunger.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, Cal’s head hangs like I just punched him in the gut.

“Fuck...this pussy…” His pace quickens as his green eyes flick up to me. “You were made for me, you know that?”

I bob my head along with each one of his drives into me. “From the moment you came on the porch and asked me to do that stupid quiz.”

“Never again.” His mouth falls to mine, lapsing at my lips needily. “Never the hell again. I’m your fucking type.”

He pounds into me harder, drilling that piece of information that I already know into my body and head. My moans mix with his broken breaths as elbows lie on either side of my head, consuming all my thoughts and battling with my tongue.

“Flip over,” he commands, quickly pulling out of me. “I want deeper.”

I obey, getting onto my knees, and I’m not even able to get settled before he’s in me again. His palm lands on the base of my spine as he pushes me down toward the mattress and opens me up to fuck at a new angle.

And this new position has my whole body shattered and shaking.

“Oh my God…” I moan, clutching the sheets of my bed, feeling his thickness scrape against my tight walls.

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