Page 224 of Love Me Stalk Me
He pulls me off him with a grip that's firm but careful, always mindful of his strength. A startled sound escapes me as the connection breaks, my lips swollen and wet, my mind cloudy with lust and confusion.
"Cal?"
He doesn't answer. His eyes are wild, his breathing harsh, his control clearly hanging by a thread. He grabs me, his grip strong but never cruel, hauling me up against him, dragging me toward the bedroom with purposeful strides. I gasp, clutching onto his shoulders for balance as he practically throws me onto the bed.
I bounce slightly on impact, my hair fanning out around me, my skin flushed with need. I barely get a second to orient myself, before he grabs my thighs, spreading me open with strong, sure hands.
His hand grips his cock, the movement deliberate, almost taunting. He drags it over my parted lips, teasing, claiming. My core aches for him, empty and needy, but he's clearly got other intentions. He walks around the bed, leaning over me so that the head of his cock starts to press against my mouth, seeking entrance, demanding submission, and I don't even think before I part my lips, letting him slide inside again.
This time, the position is different.
He's the one standing, towering over me.
He's in control.
His cock pushes deeper, thicker, harder, and all I can do is moan around him, relaxing my throat to take him, staring up at his tight abs flexing above me, at the veins in his arms bulging as he grips the headboard for leverage.
And then his mouth descends on my pussy.
Oh, fuck.
The sudden contact sends a shockwavethrough me, my whole body twitching from the overload. I claw at his thighs, moaning around his cock, helpless against the way he eats me like he’s been waiting his whole fucking life to taste.
Licking, sucking, fucking wrecking me with his mouth, his tongue, his teeth. He's relentless, merciless, as he drives me toward the edge.
His hips roll in a steady rhythm, fucking my mouth with controlled, deliberate thrusts as his tongue flicks over my clit with expert precision. His groan vibrates against my core as he feels the way I tighten around him, the way my body trembles on the edge of release.
I scream, the sound muffled by his cock, my whole body trembling, so fucking close I can taste it?—
"Come for me, pretty girl," he groans, his voice demanding against my sensitive flesh.
And I do.
I break.
It hits hard and fast, pleasure tearing through me in deep, uncontrollable surges. My mouth’s still stretched around his cock, a moan vibrating in my throat as my entire body jerks beneath him. My thighs snap tight around his head, and he doesn't stop—doesn’t even slow down.
My back arches, muscles seizing as I come with a cry I can’t swallow down. He keeps working me through it, tongue dragging every aftershock out of me. My hands claw at the sheets, breath coming in short, ragged bursts. I'm soaked, shaking, and my body feels ruined in the best possible way.
And he’s still between my legs, eating me like he’s not done yet. LikeI’mnot done yet.
He curses, his body tensing above me, his grip tight on my thighs as he thrusts deep, spilling into my mouth in hot, pulsing waves. The taste of him floods my tongue—bitter, salty, uniquely Cal—and I swallow instinctively, dazed, ruined, completely wrecked by the carnality of the act.
And as my body melts into the mattress, as the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through me, as I feel his weight lift off, his lips pressing against my temple in an oddly tender gesture after such raw passion?—
I realize something.
This manstillhasn't fucked me.
THERE’S NO VERSION OF THIS WHERE I LET GO
CAL
I'm comingdown from the best blowjob of my life, staring into the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, ready to bask in post-orgasmic bliss with the woman who just wrecked me.
And instead?—
I see rage.
