Page 30 of Wreck Me

Our gaze connected, and I smiled, feeling confident as I leaned down and pressed my lips against his chest. My kisses started featherlight, moving all over his torso, finding sensitive places to suck on roughly. I wanted to mark him, if only for myself to see later. My realization made me feel like I had peeled back a layer of him. It would somehow bring us closer.

Suctioning my mouth to his skin, I brought blood to the surface and left light marks all over his chest, all while keeping my hand firmly in place around his neck. My intentions were clear—stay still—and he did, only the sound of his steady breath turning ragged and wanton clued me in on how much he was enjoying this.

More confidence bloomed within me and I reached my free hand down to grip his cock, stroking it slowly. As firm as it felt in my hand, the motions felt hindered and I knew I could make it feel better for him than what I was doing.

Releasing his cock, I moved my hand to my face, spitting into my palm before returning it back to Caleb’s shaft. It throbbed in my hand as I resumed my strokes, falling quickly into a rhythm that earned me a cluster of groans.

Heightening myself on my knees, I aligned his cock with my center and slowly lowered myself onto him until I was flush with his body. He filled me up, completely encased within me as my walls clenched around him. I moaned, every nerve ending in my body twinkling like the stars in the sky.

Releasing my hold on Caleb’s neck and bringing both hands to his chest, I steadied myself as I began to ride him, slowly rising up until only the tip of him was inside me, then sliding back down until he reached the hilt. I repeated these motions, my hips slowly moving in a figure-eight, until my entire body tingled with the first signs of my orgasm building.

I was drunk on pleasure as I looked down at the gorgeous man below me through a hooded gaze, almost too wrapped up in my own indulgence to notice he hadn’t moved or said anything since I stole the show.

“Caleb,” I moaned, chasing the friction as I rode him faster, reaching down to rub my clit as I continued to increase my pace. His eyes followed my touch and the moment my fingertips met my clit, it was like a switch flipped within him.

“Mine,” he growled, pushing my hand away and replacing it with his own. He began massaging my clit, and I threw my head back, succumbing to ecstasy.

“Fuck, Isla, you lookandfeel incredible. Look at my slut riding my cock like a pro.”

“Yes,” I moaned, grabbing at my breasts as they bounced furiously. My fingers raked over my nipples and they were so sensitive to the touch, a whimper fell from my lips.

“I made a mistake today, baby,” Caleb said with a hint of sadness as he slowly dragged his fingers to cover my clit. Circling the sensitive spot, he massaged it with a precision that made my toes curl. “Can you forgive me?”

Could I forgive him?

I already had.

“Yes,” I moaned again. “Please—faster,” I begged, my hand floating down to cover his own. I used my fingers to guide him, applying more pressure to my clit as he rubbed it.

Breathtakingly fast, Caleb sat up and shifted his other hand to my waist, pushing me down onto him. I took a moment to readjust my legs for the position, feeling the bite of his fingernails as they dug into the flesh of my hips. He took control, bucking beneath me, driving his cock upward.

My eyes rolled back in my head, absorbing the way my orgasm bloomed outward as I felt myself climbing, hyper-aware of every part of his body against mine. With every thrust, I forgot about the day and let go of any feeling in my body other than the pleasure.

Caleb fucked me hard and fast, thrusting his hips up as I bared down, pushing him deeper into me. His fingers moved expertly against my clit, the rush inching closer like an ocean wave, ready to crash onto the sand.

“Don’t stop, Caleb. I’m so close.” My hands moved to grip his arms, holding on as he cursed and clamped his teeth against my shoulder.

“Fuck, Isla. Come all over my cock, use it and take what you want.”

He stilled within me and let me regain control, moving with an authority that pushed me further while his fingers still worked my clit, knowing how much I needed his touch in order to fall to ruin.

Using his shoulders as leverage, I guided his cock, working my body so he slid in and out of my wetness as I used him as my own personal dildo.

Though it had been simmering near the surface, my orgasm slammed into me hard enough to cause me to cry out, and I gasped his name in a long, drawn out moan. Pleasure coursed through my body with more strength than I’d ever felt before, and I quaked visibly as my forehead dropped to Caleb’s shoulder. It felt like it would never end as I soared sky high. It was earth-shattering, in the best way possible.

Caleb placed both hands on my hips, flipping me onto my back, and I lifted my legs, pulling my knees up to his shoulders and locking my ankles as he slammed back into me. My thighs gripped his sides, holding on as he pounded into me with intensity.

Long strokes tempted my body again as he withdrew his smooth cock, brushing against my sensitive clit. The angle hit me perfectly as Caleb chased his release, the veins in his forearm rippling as he held his body over me.

I couldn’t help but run my hand over one of his arms, my thumb brushing against the protruding vein. Why was that so damn sexy?

“I’m keeping you,” he growled against my neck. I shivered from his words, and fought against the feeling battling in my chest.

Love.

I didn’t dare say it, not out loud, but even to myself, I wanted to deny it. There were still so many unanswered questions. So many things I needed to learn about him before I could surrender to that admission.

We locked eyes, his gaze darkening to an expression that was hard to read. Pulling out with sudden, harsh movements, he yanked my ankles apart and my feet fell to the mattress. Watching him gaze down at my pussy with an unabashed look of desire, a flare of exhilaration spiked in me.

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