Page 44 of The Dragon's Captured Heart
All thoughts stopped as he penetrated me at last, finally taking that last step. My eyes rolled somewhere, and I was lost. The pent-up desires I’d so firmly shoved aside every time they reared their head had won at last and were intent on showing me why I should never have tried to resist.
“Oh my god!” I cried as he thrust deep inside me, taking me completely, his face buried in my neck, kissing and biting gently and even sucking on the ultra-sensitive skin.
His hands grabbed mine, pushing them down into the grass by my head, holding me still while he moved only his hips against me. Back … and forth … back … and forth. The only sensation that changed was between my legs. All my body and mind attention was focused there, building and building until …
“I’m gonna come,” I whimpered, muscles already locking down, starting from my core and spreading out across my entire body.
Back … and forth … back … and forth.
His cock thrust slow and perfect. I was at the edge.
Then I came. My spine arched upward, and my walls clamped down around his cock, spasming wildly as I cried out, my arms struggling against his grip to move, to dosomethingwhile I was lashed with the explosive bursts of ecstasy again and again and again …
Cal rode that wave—and me—without missing a beat. He didn’t speed up. Didn’t slow down. He held me still and fucked right through it, allowing me to ride the edge of the wave of my orgasm on and on until I was shaking.
And then my body tightened. Again.
I cried out, locking eyes with him, staring deep into his soul as my face contorted, my second climax exploding out of me like a bullet, leaving me gasping for breath and trembling.
The instant I sagged back into the grass, Cal grabbed my left leg, clamping it under his arm, and rolled onto his back. I was pulled with him and abruptly found myself on top, his cock pushing deep into my soaking pussy.
“Fucking hell,” I hissed, my fingers digging into his chest as I struggled to support myself.
Massive hands clamped around my waist, holding me upright.
Then Cal thrust into me from below. My entire body shook as his hips slapped into mine and then again as he withdrew.
All I could do was hang on for dear life. I was on top, but I wasn’t riding him. He was fucking me hard. My body shook, my breasts bouncing wildly. At one point, he relaxed to let me ride, only to slide his thumb between our hips and against my clit.
I came again and again.
Each time, Cal growled a little louder, announcing his enjoyment of my orgasms. Finally,finally, he sank back into the grass and let me have my way. I ground my hips into him, forward and back, watching his eyes grow lidded and close. He groaned loudly.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” he added. “Watching you on top is the sexiest thing, damn. Look at you.”
His cock swelled even further.
“Do you like watching me?” I asked, running my hands down my body, cupping my breasts, enjoying the way his eyes nearly popped out of his skull.
“Uh-huh,” he managed to get out.
“Good,” I murmured, losing myself in the moment, pinching my nipples, grabbing my breasts, and dragging a finger down my stomach and back up.
“Oh, fuck,” Cal hissed, his body tensing.
“Yes,” I whispered, pumping my hips a few times before hopping off hurriedly and taking his shaft in my hand, sucking frantically on the tip.
Warm, hot cum spilled into my mouth while I jerked him feverishly, swallowing as fast as I could until there was no more, and we both fell back, panting and giggling.
Time passed, and the clouds moved overhead, neither of us speaking. Not wanting to ruin the moment—or perhaps not wanting to acknowledge what had happened.
My brain was already screaming at me, ordering me to freak out about it. I was supposed to be keeping thingsdistantbetween Cal and me.
Callum. Not Cal.
Instead, I’d just gotten absolutely railed by him in a mountain field, and now, my mouth tasted like his salty cum.
Bad. This is really, really bad.
