Page 82 of A Pretty Fixation

“I can,” I say confidently.

My heart lashes like a crazed animal as he crawlsup my body and takes position between my thighs.

“Mmm…” I moan and lick my lips as he sucks on mybreasts again while running his cock through my arousal.

“Still want it?”

“Yes,” I hurry to respond, eager for him to fillme.

Staring intensely into my eyes, Caleb combs his fingersthrough my hair and rasps, “You’re everything to me.” He breaks the barrier inone swift thrust.

“Ugh!” I cry out and dig my nails into his back.“Fuck!”

Tears dribble down the sides of my face from theburning discomfort.

Caleb soothes me with his erotic kisses, and hebegins to grind after a moment.

My muscles relax at last to accommodate him, and Icling to his body tightly as the flood of pleasure submerges me.

“Everything,” he growls. “Mine. My heart. My soul.I love you, Jordyn.”

No other words could shroud me in such unspeakablehappiness. “I love you, Caleb. I love you.”

My body is on fire, and pressure is rising at mycore, unleashing tingles from my head to my toes.

Before I know it, I’m starting to shake and moanincessantly from the epic explosion of an orgasm.

Caleb watches me shatter, satisfaction on his faceas he thrusts deeply. “So fucking sexy.”

His muscles tighten at my touch, and his gruntsturn more intense. I feel his hot cum spilling into me along with the quiveringof his body.

He lowers on me as it simmers down, and he drivesin for more sensual kisses while we both settle.

I cringe a bit when he slides out of my sorewalls, lying beside me.

“Are you all right?” he asks, tone gentle.

“I’m…” I turn to look at him. My heart is overflowingwith emotion. It’s the most beautiful feeling in the world. “Happy. I loveyou.”

“I love you, too,” he breathes out and crushes mylips again.

Unable to get enough, we seek out each other’smouths the moment we wake.

If I weren’t sore, I’d let Caleb sink into meagain.

We climb out of bed to shower together, and Idress in his sweatpants and tee afterward.

While gathering my things, Caleb makes the bed. Iglimpse specks of my blood on his white sheets in the hamper.

We’ll forever have that connection between us.

He tosses the sheets into the wash on the way out.

Noah’s coming up from the basement as we’redescending the stairs.

I hope he didn’t hear a thing.

He rubs the sleep from his eyes and wavesslightly. “Morning.”

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