Page 23 of Cautious

“I…” I trail off, not knowing what to say. I dip my head and swallow hard, wrapping my arms tighter around myself as I fight off the urge to cry.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” I look up as Blake places the spoon on the counter, turning off the burner before walking toward me and pulling me into his arms. I breathe deep, feeling my nose sting as I manage to hold off the impending tears.

“I’m a mess,” I admit, with a sniff.

“No, you’re not, but I’d like to know what’s bothering you. I’m not going to push you for anything, Callie. If nothing else, you have to know that.”

“I do know that, Bundy. That’s the fucking problem. I want you. I think we’ve established that. I just… I don’t know what the heck I’m doing, and you keep backing off when it gets good,” I admit, frustrated.

He cocks his head and looks at me blankly for a moment before my words click.

“Baby, are you telling me you’re a virgin?”

I feel him harden against my belly, letting me know that he’s not horrified at the thought of having someone so inexperienced. No, it seems to be having the opposite effect on him.

“Technically, yes, but I busted my cherry years ago with a dildo,” I answer, making his heated look turn smoldering.Oh my.

We stand there in silence for a moment, my breathing ragged as Blake looks like he’s trying to decide something. The way he’s looking at me has my stomach clenching with need. I lick my lips, his eyes following the movement before he snaps.

“Fuck it,” he responds, moments before I find myself up and over his shoulder.

“What about the food?” I ask, bouncing as he takes the stairs two at a time.

“Fuck the food,” he snaps, before I’m tossed unceremoniously onto the bed I not long ago crawled out of.

“I’m still mad at you,” I inform him when he follows me down, reserving the right to be pissed for a while longer.

“That’s okay, baby, I’ll fuck the mad right out of you.” He doesn’t waste time after that, ripping my clothes from my body.

“Your turn,” I whisper, feeling his muscles contract as I run my fingers down his back. “Pants off, Bundy,” I order, making him chuckle.

He smirks. “Yes, ma’am.” I watch avidly as he climbs off me and moves to stand beside the bed. He pops the button on his jeans, his heated eyes watching me as I soak him in. He strips out of his jeans and boxers, revealing a large cock that makes my mouth water. He stands there for a moment, letting me look my fill as his hard cock points at me as if to say it’s not going to suck itself.

Before he can stop me, I climb to my knees and bend over, swirling the tip of my tongue over the bulbous head. He hisses but doesn’t pull back, which I take as permission to open mymouth wider and take as much as I can inside. I can’t take him all in. He’s just too big for that, so I use my hand to grip the base of his cock and move it up and down, my motions working in tandem with my mouth.

“Ah, fuck,” he grunts, gripping a handful of my hair and holding me in place. “Suck harder, Callie,” he orders with a growl.

I do as he asks, reveling in his moan of appreciation.

“Fuck, so good,” he says, panting, making me feel powerful and in control. He reaches down with his free hand and cups one of my breasts, rubbing his calloused thumb over a taut nipple, making me gasp around him.

He pulls back with a curse, sliding his length out of my mouth before pushing me backward. Following me down, he presses the weight of his hot hard cock against my already slick pussy.

His mouth takes mine in a searing kiss before pulling away. “Last chance to back out.”

“If you stop now, I’ll kill you,” I manage to say between gritted teeth as he flips us over, reversing our positions so I’m on top.

“She threatens to kill me and yet calls me Bundy,” he mutters, more to himself than me.

“Shit, condom,” he spits out, with a whole string of curse words, as I sit up and find my pussy directly over his cock. We both freeze for a second before I unconsciously start to grind down on him.

It doesn’t take long for him to become soaked with a combination of my juices and his pre-cum, making it so much easier to glide backward and forward over his hardness.

“Callie,” he grits out, gaining my attention.

“Right, condom. Hold on.” I reluctantly climb from his body and hustle to the connected bathroom, where I have a basket filled with goodies I still need to test out and review. Now seemslike the perfect time. I snag a handful of condoms and sprint back to the bedroom, my footsteps faltering when I see him watching me and stroking himself slowly up and down. I zone out, staring at his cock in a dick trance as I try to figure out if that is going to fit inside me. Judging from its length and girth, it’s about the same size as the Womb Raider dildo I’ve been too chicken to try out.

“If you don’t stop looking at it like that, this is going to be over before it’s even begun.”

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