Page 11 of Just a Little Crush

“I want your panties off by the time I get back, which gives you all of ten seconds,” he ordered, disappearing into what looked to be the en suite.

I reclined back against the soft pillows, and he returned in five, before I had the chance to comply. He tossed a strip of four condoms onto the mattress and shrugged out of his shirt, distracting me with a glimpse of his toned chest and firm, lickable abs.

He snapped his fingers to get my attention, and I redirected my eyes back up to his face. “Are you looking to get spanked?” he asked, and I caught the playful look in his eyes, though I wasn’t opposed to feeling his hand smacking my ass.

“No, sir,” I replied impudently.

He smirked as he slowly unbuckled his slim leather belt, then opened his dress pants, frazzling my brains all over again as I anxiously awaited the strip show so I could finally see what he was packing—something impressive judging by the long, thick erection straining against the fabric of his pants.

“Panties off, Stevie. Now,” he repeated in a firm, gruff tone.

I quickly removed my underwear and tossed them aside.

He stood at the foot of the bed, his slacks unzipped, but still on. “Spread your legs for me.”

I arched a brow and kept my knees pressed primly together, just to see what he would do. “Bossy much?”

His gaze narrowed, but it was the predatory look in his eyes that should have warned me. “Bossyandimpatient to see what’s mine for the night.”

He reached out and grabbed my ankles, and I exhaled a squeak of surprise as he dragged me all the way down to the foot of the bed, until my ass was on the edge of the mattress and my thighs were forced to spread open around his hips.

He gave me a satisfied smile as he looked his fill of my pussy. “Muchbetter,” he said, quickly removing the last of his clothes and kicking them aside before resuming his position between my legs.

His eyes were dark and hot as he ran his fingers through my drenched slit. “This view of your body while I fuck you is far superior, anyway. I can see everything. The bounce of your breasts as I thrust into you, the way your pussy is going to take every inch of my cock.”

I groaned, his dirty talk turning me on even more.

Completely, gloriously naked, he took his erect shaft in his hand, stroking the length and sliding his palm up over the crown, then squeezing the tip. If I wasn’t so desperate to feel him deep inside of me, I would have been on my hands and knees in front of him, eagerly sucking him off. Hopefully I’d get that chance…later.

Reaching for one of the foil packets, he tore it open and rolled the condom down his length. “Bend your knees back.”

This time I did so without hesitation, offering myself to him.

“Good girl,” he said, that seductive praise making me go all soft and gooey inside for pleasing him.

He dragged the head of his cock from my sensitive clit all the way down to my entrance, notching the crown there. Slowly, inevitably, he pushed his way inside, his eyes watching as his length gradually disappeared inside my body.

A groan escaped his lips, his expression infused with pleasure when he finally bottomed out inside me. “That first fucking stroke iseverything,” he rasped. “You feel incredible. So warm and tight around my cock.”

Our bodies were joined but he didn’t move. I didn’t think I’d ever felt so stretched, so full, soneedy. It was all too much, and yet not enough.

“Caleb,” I moaned, gripping the bed covers and clenching my internal muscles around his shaft. “I need you to fuck me.”

“I’m getting there,” he promised, draping my legs over his arms to keep them spread wide. He leaned forward just enough to grip my waist with his hands, pinning my hips to the mattress so he was in control. “Just savoring the moment, and you.”

My breath caught at those words. “Savor me a little faster, please.”

“So impatient and demanding.” His eyes danced with humor as he leisurely started to move, giving me too short, unhurried thrusts. Pulling out a few inches at a time, then back in, teasing and tormenting me.

“More,” I begged, arching my back and trying to lift my hips to speed things up, but my lower body was his to command. “Harder…faster…deeper.”

“Such a greedy girl,” he murmured, though he gradually increased his rhythm, giving me the deep penetration and friction I craved.

I gasped as he slammed into me, both of us groaning as that restraint of his slipped. I bit my bottom lip, staring up at him. He’d told me he liked this position, of me spread open for him, taking his cock while he watched…but I also liked my view of him. His broad, defined chest. Those stomach muscles that bunched every time he drove into me. The way his jaw clenched as he tried to remain in control. The way his eyes glazed over with lust as he finally gave himself over to the need to rut because fucking me feltthatgood.

But still, he maintained that control I was determined to shatter.

Still holding me down and open for him, I moved one of my hands, trailing my fingers down my stomach as his hot, hungry gaze tracked where I was headed. I rubbed my clit, hard and fast, and with his cock driving in and out of me, it didn’t take long for my orgasm to crest. I rode the blissful wave, my head falling back and inarticulate sounds filling the room while my pussy pulsed around Caleb’s shaft, milking him, forcing him to give in to his own release, which had been my goal.

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