Page 23 of Tempting My Nemesis

Caleb leans in, his mouth hovering over my most sensitive spot.

"Tell me what you want, Zoe," he whispers, his breath hot against my skin.

"Please, Caleb," I beg, my voice thick with need. "Make me feel good."

His tongue flicks against my clit, sending a flash of pleasure through me. "Say it, Zoe," he demands, his voice rough.

"I want you to make me come," I plead, my inhibitions dissolving in the face of my desire. "Please, Caleb."

He obliges, his mouth and fingers working in tandem to bring me to the peak of pleasure. His tongue laps at my core, tasting and teasing, while his fingers plunge into me, stroking and stretching. My back arches off the bed, my hands grasping at the sheets as he pushes me higher and higher.

"That's it, baby," he encourages, his voice thick with his own desire. "Let go for me."

I cry out as the climax crashes over me, my body shaking with the force of my release. Caleb doesn't stop, riding out my waves of pleasure, drawing out every last drop of ecstasy. My breath comes in ragged gasps, my hips bucking helplessly as he lingers, drawing out my bliss until I'm reduced to a boneless puddle of satisfaction.

"Please, Caleb," I beg, my voice ragged. "I need you."

He chuckles, the sound sending shivers through me. "Say it again."

"I need you," I repeat, my voice fierce with need. "Now, Caleb. I need you now."

A dark smile curves his lips, and he presses a kiss to my inner thigh before rising to his feet. The sudden loss of his touch makes me whine with need, but he just shakes his head, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Not yet, baby."

"You're perfect," he murmurs as he looks me over.

I feel anything but perfect—I feel raw and vulnerable, laid bare before him in every sense. But the heat in his eyes and theway his gaze darkens with need make me feel powerful, too. I know in that moment that he is just as affected by me as I am by him.

"Fuck, Caleb," I gasp. "Please, I need you inside me."

Caleb's eyes lock onto mine as he steps forward, his cock hard and straining between his legs. "Get on your hands and knees," he orders, his tone allowing for no argument.

Without hesitation, I obey, my body thrumming with eager anticipation. I want to feel him behind me, want to be filled by him. I need his cock buried deep inside me.

Caleb pauses, his breathing heavy.

"Zoe, are you sure about this?" he asks, his voice strained with desire but tinged with concern.

I turn to look at him over my shoulder, my eyes meeting his. "Yes, Caleb. I want this. I want you."

He nods, reaching for his discarded jeans and pulling out his wallet. I watch as he retrieves a condom, tearing the wrapper open with his teeth. The sight of him rolling it on makes my breath catch in my throat, the reality of what we're about to do hitting me full force.

He positions himself behind me, his hands gripping my hips. With one smooth thrust, he enters me, his cock sliding balls-deep into my waiting heat. We both moan at the sensation—him at the tightness of my sheath, and me at the incredible fullness of having him inside me at last.

He stills for a moment, hilted within me, then begins to move. His hips snap forward, driving into me with relentless force. His hands grip my hips, holding me in place as he pounds into me with primal need. I cry out with each thrust, my body meeting his with eager abandon.

"Fucking hell, Zoe," he grunts, his cock thrusting deep. "So fucking tight. So wet."

His filthy words only serve to heighten my arousal, pushing me closer to the edge. I push back to meet his thrusts, feeling his length stretch and fill me completely. The friction is incredible, and I know I won't last long.

He reaches around, one hand finding my clit, and begins to rub circles over the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Come for me, baby," he orders, his voice harsh with need. "Come on my cock."

His words are all it takes to push me over the precipice. My climax crashes over me, wave after wave of pleasure rippling through my body. My inner walls clench around him, milking his cock as I cry out his name.

Caleb growls at the sensation of my orgasm, his own release building. He snaps his hips against me with fierce need, driving himself deeper into my sheath.

"Fuck, Zoe," he grunts. "I’m gonna come so hard in you."

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