Page 14 of The Music of Love

And then I feel it. The tip of his manhood parting my folds, sweeping through my slickness until I feel a pressure between us. The pressure where his finger slid inside, only his manhood is much thicker than his finger.

I realize I’m breathing quickly now. I can hear my heart beating in my ears. I’m running my hands up and down the strong muscles on the side of his back, whatever those are called. My whole world is spinning like one of those globes you see in libraries and professors’ offices.

“You ready, baby?” Cal asks, his stiffness pressing slowly into my entrance, gently beginning to spread me. I gasp and clutch the strong muscles of his shoulders and stare deep into his eyes.

“Don’t treat me like a baby, big boy,” I counter, summoning every ounce of courage I have. “You want me? Take me.”

That’s definitely not what Cal was expecting for a response. I see it in his eyes as they flare with astonishment and then light up immediately after.

“Christ, you’re a fiery one.” He grins as he runs a hand up my body to grab my breast. But he doesn’t stop there. He keeps going and wraps his strong fingers around my throat as his thick manhood presses deeper between my legs, spreading me more, forcing me to accept his swollen crown.

He applies just the right amount of pressure on my neck, making me feel like he owns me, then presses deeper, stretching me as he forces more and more of his thick inches inside me.

I gasp. This is really happening, isn’t it? It’s hard to believe, but there’s no denying it now. There’s no denyinghim, but I don’t want to. I want him. Every fiber of my being wants every inch of him, as hard as that may be to accept—both mentally and physically.

He’s so enormous I can barely believe I’m taking him. On top of that, I can barely believe I’m letting him. Ihatedthis man just hours ago. Now I’m swooning over him. How did any of this happen?

“This is…oh my God, Cal,” I whimper as he bottoms out inside me. His eyes are locked to mine, emitting a nearly hypnotic force as I stare back at them. I feel the warmth of his balls against my ass and the hair from his legs against my thighs as he holds his manhood deep, unmoving.

“Christ, I don’t think I can move inside of you,” he says through clenched teeth. “Your pussy feels unbelievably good, Reese.”

His grip around my neck tightens. He’s not quite choking me, but he’s coming close, and for some reason, I find that hot as hell. Also the fact that he doesn’t think he can fuck me. That’s even hotter.

“Yeah?” I ask, my cheeks hot.

He pulls back and begins slowly thrusting, then shakes his head at himself and laughs. “Yeah, you’re just too sexy, baby,” he sighs, leaning down and pressing his lips gently against the side of my neck. “And feeling your untouched cherry pop against my cock was so fucking sexy. I’m just—I’m not going to be able to hold out.”

His words are driving me crazy, igniting a wild heat inside of me. Cal Shelton, the playboy rockstar from TV, is having a hard time holding out because I feel so good. Now there’s something I never would have believed.

Suddenly, he withdraws fully, leaving me feeling vacant and hollow. I gasp and look up at him, but I have no time as his hands quickly find my hips and flip me over onto my stomach. He tugs my waist and grunts, “On your knees, baby.”

I understand immediately and position myself the way he wants me and glance back over my shoulder just in time to watch him press his enormous swollen flesh inside me.

“Oh my God!” I cry out. From this angle, he feels even bigger, and I have to ignore the uncomfortable twinge that seems to be pressing against my belly button from the inside. It’s not too hard to do considering the overwhelming flood of pleasure anyways.

“You’re flawless, baby,” he growls, spanking me hard with a massive, muscled hand. “Look at that ass. God, I’m so fucking close.”

“Don’t feel bad.” I smile back at him, teasing. “I knew you wouldn’t be able to handle me.”

A look of shock comes over Cal’s face. Then his eyes narrow, and he does something that could almost be classified as a smile.

“Oh, yeah?” he replies, pressing my face down into the couch cushion. I bite my lip playfully as he picks the pace up. He’s getting rough with me, and I like it. I really like it. I feel like a little doll being thrown around by him, used for his personal pleasure. “How about this? Can you handlethis?”

I open my mouth to respond, but I don’t even get a chance to speak before I feel two fingers from his other hand press against my clit.

An explosion of feeling sends a shudder through my entire body as that little tender bundle of nerves between my legs ignites against his touch. The combination of this kind of double stimulation has me soaring like a rocket toward climax.

“Fuck…” I manage to groan out as the couch thuds against the floor with each rough, frenzied stroke Cal drives into me. He’s a muscled giant with full control over me, and I can feel his manhood swelling to the point of no return inside of me. I may not have ever done this before, but I know we’re both on our way to the point of no return, and it’s close.Veryclose.

I scream out in pleasure as his fingers roll my clit and his cock pumps faster back and forth inside of me. The couch cushions slightly muffle my cries of ecstasy, but not by much. Thank God we’re in the penthouse and don’t have neighbors on either side of us.

“Yes, baby,” Cal grunts. “I’m coming too.”

He slumps down on top of me, pinning me against the couch with his full weight, crushing the air from my lungs as a hot shot of sticky moisture fires deep into my womanhood. Each pump that coats my walls enhances my own climax, causing me to scream more and more into the couch as he ruts deep in me, milking his seed from his balls and depositing it into me as if there was nowhere else for it to go. It’s only as I start to come down from my orgasm and begin to regain my senses that I realize what just happened and what I just let him do.

“Christ, Cal,” I whisper, inhaling his scent, feeling his sweat against my back. “You know I’m not on birth control, right? I’m a fucking virgin.”

Cal chuckles. “You know I don’t care, right?”

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