Page 192 of Crazy for this Girl

He thrusts at a steady pace, giving it to me one way for a few seconds before changing it up so I’m never comfortable. Where my body can get used to chasing one path but the new one he just made me chase.

Gripping onto my hair and wrapping his forearm around my waist, he pulls me to him, and whispers in my ear, “I fucked up. I didn’t ask for us to do this shit in your negotiations. Do over?”

I sniff through my nose and smile. “I might want more of what I’ve already asked for.”

“You’ll always get what you want. I want in your personal life. I want inside your head, your heart. I want to be so deep inside you that all you do is feel me.”

“Already done.”

He drives deeper within me then, and remains still, tormenting me by not moving. “Say I get to do this whenever I want and you get to come.”

“You get to come,” I retort back through a mix between a chuckle and a destitute moan. “Fuck me, Beach Boy.” I wiggle my ass against him. “You know you can’t resist me.”

“That I can’t,” he agrees behind my ear, tickling my skin. “But I can make you beg and make this go on for a hell of a lot longer.”

“I hate you,” I grumble out.

“Sure you do.” I feel him twitch inside me, and I hum in satisfaction that he’s losing the hold on his composure that can’t be hidden but his bullshit comments. “Say yes.”

He begins his to move again, coaxing that response to leave me lips.

This man obviously doesn’t know the full power he has over me. How, if he pushes enough—which he does—I will bend at his will. My brain will always break down eventually to what he needs and wants.

“Yes,” I reply. “Now shut up, Cal.”

He envelops my earlobe with his lips. “Yes, ma’am.”

I wasn’t ready for when he fucked me at that moment. For my ass to slap against his skin loudly, and for his fingers to come around to circle my clit. I wasn’t prepared for the primal bite he sunk into my throat, and for the groans of appreciation and rapture that my pussy made him feel.

My second orgasm comes violently, causing my body to bow over to grab onto something to steady myself. Cal holds me to him as he grunts to find his own release, and that’s when my second comes as he whispers, “Can I come inside you one day?”

I’m not sure why those words make me explode around him again, but when he sees that it does, he fucks me so hard my pussy cannot take another two minutes of it.

We collapse together on my bed, heaving air like we haven’t breathed in minutes. His arm wrapping around my middle as he kisses my forehead.

“Thank fuck you ordered pizza,” he says. “I need sustenance before we go again.”

“I need sleep.”

“You need dick and mine. Until I’m seeing hearts glowing in your eyes that belong to me.”

“Everything of mine belongs to you, Harper,” I reply as I drape an arm over my head. “You’re going to put me in an early grave.”

“Not if you keep putting those pretty lips around me like you just did. I almost came down your throat and, embarrassingly had to ask for a do-over.”

I chuckle and pull my forearm away from my eyes to look up at him. “You know you’ll get everything you want besides other women, right?”

“I already told you, brainiac”—He lowers his lips to mine—“It’s you and me. That’s all I’ve ever needed.”

“Hey, Laynee.” I glance up over my laptop and seize typing an email to find Marie standing in the doorway of my office.

“Hey, what’s up?”

She smiles at me, her pretty oak-colored locks perfectly curled along her shoulders. “Someone’s here to see you.” I immediately frown because the last time someone came to see me, I was graced with my mother. “It’s not your mom.”

I verbally release a heavy breath and return Marie’s smile. “Thank God. Who is it?”

“Someone with flowers.”

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