Page 253 of Love Me Stalk Me
Stops me.
I still instantly, studying her. She's not stopping me because she doesn't want it. She's stopping me because she wants more.
"I need you," she breathes, her voice husky with desire.
Fuck.
I grip her chin. "You have me," I murmur.
She swallows hard, her eyes wide, vulnerable, and so fucking sure. "No, Cal. I need you inside me. Now."
My cock fucking throbs. I exhale slowly, trying to hold on to the last shred of control I have left.
"You know I'm not gonna be gentle, right?"
"I don't want you to be."
Fuck.
I crash my mouth to hers, owning her, taking her, my hands gripping, exploring, claiming. She moans into my mouth, wrapping her legs around me, pulling me closer, tighter. Her lips are soft, yielding, but demanding at the same time.
Then she whispers against my lips, "I'm on birth control."
I pause, then I chuckle darkly. "I know."
She laughs breathlessly, pulling back to look at me, her cheeks flushed. "Of course you do," she murmurs, rolling her eyes.
I run my hands over her hips, gripping her tight. The fullness of her curves fits perfectly in my palms. "Gotta keep my pretty girl safe."
She bites her lip, eyes flicking down, her thighs squeezing. I push my boxers down, letting my cock spring free, and her breath catches. She looks up at me, eyes dark, needy.
"Cal," she breathes.
I growl, gripping her hips, pulling her under me.
She shudders.
Then I thrust into her, and we both break. I thrust into her deep and hard, and she gasps, her nails digging into my back, dragging down my skin as she arches beneath me. The sting of her nails against my skin only drives me deeper.
"Fuck, Izzy."
She cries out, her legs locking around me, her thighs squeezing, her body clenching around my cock. The headboard knocks against the wall with the force of my thrust.
She's so fucking tight.
So fucking perfect.
I pull back, almost all the way out, watching her eyes go wide, her mouth parting on a soft, desperatewhimper.
I slam back in, bottoming out, burying myself inside her, stretching her open, claiming her exactly how she wants me to. She lets out a broken, breathless moan, her head tipping back against the pillows. I grip her chin, forcing her to look at me.
"Look at me when I fuck you, Izzy."
She shudders, and I feel it—the way her body responds, the way she clenches down around me, like she was made for this.
Made for me.
"Cal—oh my God?—"
