Page 66 of Exile

I let out a shaky breath and nodded, arching my back. “Y-yes,” I admitted.

He ran his fingers through my folds, teasing my entrance and flicking his fingertips against my clit. “Naughty girl,” he murmured into my ear.

His fingers moved over my sensitive flesh, sending shivers through my body. He circled my clit again, slowly, taunting and building the tension as I squirmed against him.

“So responsive,” he growled, nipping at my earlobe. “I bet I could make you come in seconds if you’d only let yourself go.”

I was holding back, that was true, but I didn’t want to come just yet. I was always scared that my body would be too exhausted after two orgasms, and I wanted this to last.

I whimpered softly as he slid two fingers inside me, curling them to that perfect spot. It was the ball of his thumb working my clit now as he pumped his fingers in a steady rhythm.

“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you come on my hand.”

His words pushed me closer to the edge. I bit my lip to keep from crying out as waves of pleasure washed over me. Caspian held me tight as I shuddered against him, and he lifted his left hand to my mouth to keep my moans muffled.

“Shh, we’re not alone in this house,” he whispered.

God, he was not playing nice. As much as he wanted this, he wanted me to understand just how delicate this situation was. We couldn’t get caught, or else our relationship was over in an instant.

When the aftershock decreased, he withdrew his hand, and I heard the rustle of fabric as he pushed down his pajama pants. I got rid of my panties, and he lifted my leg shortly after, hooking his arm around the back of my knee to open me up to him.

“I need to be inside you, and you need to be quiet. You got that, baby?”

“Yes,” I breathed, arching my back again. “I’ll be quiet for you.”

“Good girl.”

He positioned himself at my entrance, sliding his already wet tip through my folds before he pushed inside with one smooth thrust. He filled me completely, and I gasped at the stretch, savoring the feeling fully.

Caspian set a steady pace, his hips thrusting against mine. His left hand gripped my leg to keep it in the air while his other palmed my breast under my shirt, pinching and rolling my nipple.

“God, you feel amazing,” he groaned. “So tight and wet for me. This pussy is mine.”

His words made it impossible for me to keep my feelings on the inside. I wanted to scream and moan. To order him to fuck me even harder, but that would most likely wake my mother. And even I didn’t want to risk that.

“That’s right, take my cock,” Caspian whispered harshly. “Such a good girl for me.”

He angled his hips, hitting deeper with each thrust. I buried my face on the pillow to muffle my moans as the pleasure built once again.

“Are you doing to come for me again?” Caspian asked, his breath hot against my neck. “I want to feel you squeeze my cock as you fall apart.”

His fingers found my clit, rubbing quick circles as he pounded into me. The dual stimulation was overwhelming.

“Caspian,” I whimpered. “I’m so close.”

“Come, baby,” he commanded. “Come all over my hard cock. Make that pussy squeeze around it.”

With a few more hard thrusts, I fell over the edge. My inner walls clenched around him as ecstasy flooded my senses. Caspian groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed me into bliss. I felt the warmth of his release as he buried deep, holding himself there.

We both breathed heavily.

“Don’t move yet,” I whispered, needing him to stay inside of me for a while longer.

He wrapped his arms around me tightly as we both came down from our highs, but I knew once our breathing was steady, we would do it all over again.

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I spent the next morning trying not to wince from the soreness between my legs. Caspian and I stayed awake for two more hours, fucking as silently as possible while Mom was sleeping downstairs.

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