Page 16 of Wreck Me
“IUD,” she confirmed, rocking her hips again, her eyes fluttering closed. “Please—”
One thrust is all it took to drive into her fully, the walls of her pussy contracting around my cock, squeezing it as she adjusted to me inside her. I gave her a moment before I leaned forward and bit down on her shoulder, my hips beginning to rock.
“Fuck, your pussy is so damn tight, Isla,” I growled against her skin, relishing in the way her pussy stretched around my cock, grasping me like a vise. Completely seated inside of her, I pumped with shallow thrusts as I kept myself in her depths completely.
She groaned and tilted her face to capture my lips. Our tongues met and lapped against each other as she rolled her hips to meet my every thrust. “You feel so good.”
I pumped into her faster, my cock slipping in and out at a perfect rhythm. Her tits bounced against my every thrust as I pounded into her roughly. Bringing her leg up, I held it in the crook of my arm as I adjusted our angle.
My entire body was electrified, building and tingling from the absolute euphoria. Over and over I rutted inside her, my release simmering as I pistoned in and out of her perfect body, her moans encouraging me to keep going.
“Come for me, baby, let me hear you scream this time.”
Her eyes snapped open and locked with mine, and I saw the exact moment her face fell–a look of embarrassment coating her features. I slowed my pace, slowly rocking into her as I pushed her hair away from her face.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, stilling inside of her. “Do you want me to stop?”
Isla shook her head quickly and bit down on her lower lip, shifting her face to look blankly at the wall. “I… It’s just… I can’t just come from penetration alone. I need…More. I need clit stimulation to come.”
Oh, thank fuck.
“I got you, Starlight,” I told her, immediately pulling out of her and shifting down her body. Sucking her clit into my mouth, an unrestrained hunger pulsed through my veins as I devoured her fully. I’d been dying to taste her.
Her thighs slapped against the sides of my face as she yelled out a deep moan, her hips lifting from the bed. She fucked my face, and my tongue prodded the soft flesh, pushing inside her as I brought my fingers to her clit and rubbed her relentlessly.
“Oh my god, Caleb. Fuck… Yes! Don’t stop. Please keep going.” She rode my face, and I brought my tongue back to her clit, sucking it and swirling my tongue. My fingers made their way back inside her and I curved them, quickly finding her G-spot as she screamed out again. She bucked against me, but I didn’t slow my assault, lapping up every delicious drop of her as her body continued to beg for release.
It took one rough suction on her clit before her body roared with release, her hands flying to my head as she pushed my face further against her pussy. My tempo never wavered, continuing to lick and suck at her as she rode out her orgasm before falling back against the bed. Her chest heaved as she caught her breath—but I wasn’t done with her yet.
My cock found its way back between her legs, and I hooked both of her legs under my arms and I scooted her hips up. I drove into her, my eyes closing with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. The angle, along with how perfectly wet Isla was, allowed me to fall to ruin impossibly fast, chasing my own release. I came with a boom of ecstasy—spurts of cum lined her walls as I held my body flush against hers—savoring the hardest climax I’d ever experienced.
Lowering her legs, I stayed inside her, staring down at the woman spread out before me, until I felt myself growing soft.
Pulling out slowly, I held my cock and ambled toward her bathroom in search of a washcloth. At my second attempt of opening a random bathroom drawer, I found several folded towels and pulled two out, letting the warm water from the faucet engulf them and then ringing them out. I quickly cleaned myself and tossed the washcloth into the sink before making my way back to the bed where the girl of my dreams was sprawled out, naked and waiting for me to return. After climbing back on the bed, I repositioned myself between her legs, kissing the inside of her thighs, and pressed the warm towel against her to clean up my cum leaking from her body.
A contented sigh left her lips as she smiled down at me. “Thank you,” she whispered.
“Anything for my queen,” I told her seriously, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss against her pussy. Once satisfied, I moved from the bed to toss the washcloth into the sink with the other before returning to the bed, picking up a blanket that’d fallen to the floor as I sat down next to her.
Draping the blanket over Isla’s naked body, I laid beside her and pulled some of the blanket to cover myself. My hands moved to cup the back of my head and I stretched out, enjoying the simplicity of the moments after. The way Isla curled her body close to mine, resting her head against my chest. The feeling of her smooth leg as it draped over mine. The comfort of the silence between us.
A lonely guy could get used to this.
“I still don’t think I deserve you,” I murmured in the darkness as I wrapped my arm beneath her, pulling her closer.
“You don’t,” she stated simply. “But I don’t deserve you either, so I think that puts us on an even playing field.”
CHAPTERTEN
Iwoke with Caleb’s arm draped across my chest, his body curled into me, snuggling me as though I was his teddy bear. His soft breaths grazed my shoulder as he continued to sleep soundly beside me and I smiled to myself, replaying the intensity of earlier in my mind.
Without disturbing him, I lifted my head slightly to see the time illuminated on the clock, surprised to see it was only a little past two in the morning. It felt like it’d been hours since we laid in each other's arms and fell asleep.
We hadn’t discussed him spending the night, but as he snored lightly by my side, I had no intention of waking him up.
The back of my head reunited with my pillow and I thought back over every fleeting moment shared between us since the first interaction in the library when he paid my overdue balance. Caleb was so adamant in shielding me from his life, but as far as I had learned, it was because he thought he couldn’t give me the life I deserved. As my thoughts swam, I realized something still felt off. There had to be more to the story… But, what?
Shifting my head to look at him, I searched his face as though he’d somehow reveal his past, even from his state of slumber. What could be so abhorrent he thought it would scare me off? Because that’s what it was about, wasn’t it? Scaring me off?
