Page 44 of The Caress

“What do you want me to do now, sweetheart?"

I reach for his cock, gently pulling Keir against my body. I bite my lower lip and rub my soft, wet pussy against his firm, hot cock. "Fuck me, please."

The wicked grin he gives me is almost enough to undo me. Keir grabs my hips and positions himself, standing between my legs

I'm still moist from what he just did with his mouth, but even the slightest bit of pushing his cock inside stretches me out. Even though I desire him, my body is resisting.

I gasp. "Oh my god. Your cock is so big, Keir. I love the way you stretch me out."

Our bodies connect as he works his hips in and out of me. I close my eyes and relax into his massive cock's thrusts. It’s raw and hot, passionate and sexy. I clench my innermost muscles around his cock, enjoying the way he hisses.

“Fuck, sweetheart. Your pussy feels so goddamn good,” he says through clenched teeth.

I draw Keir in, circling my arms around his shoulders and rubbing my heels over his ass and back. I try to meet his thrusts with my own, watching his face as his thrusts grow quicker and more heated.

"Look at me, Ella," he says firmly. "I want you to watch me while I come. I want you to see how you make me fucking feel."

So I do. I look up into his eyes, the coil of my yearning tightening inch by inch. Raking my nails down his back and following his thrusts with my own, I believe I have never been closer to another person than I am to Keir right now. I kiss him, kiss his neck, kiss his shoulders.

"Fuck," he mumbles. “I'm obsessed with you, Ella. I want to watch you come when I do. We’ll burn together."

His words ignite my very soul. "Oh, Keir..."

As I watch, his expression turns to one of the most exquisite torture. “Come for me, sweetheart. Show me what a good fucking girl you are.”

I begin to fracture, spasming as I come. He's right behind me, meeting my every thrust, kissing me feverishly, finding my hand and clutching it so tightly that I'm scared it'll break.

He comes with a shiver, hammering me mercilessly. I can feel him pulsating within me.

Keir kisses me with a breathless wonder. I return his kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck. We lie like that for a long time. My breathing slows. His does too.

Before I know it, I am pulled down into a deep sleep, still laying in his arms.

CHAPTERTWENTY

KEIR

I’ve had a restless, mostly sleepless two nights. Ever since my midnight date with Ella, she’s all I’ve been thinking about.

Except not in the horny, greedy, needy way I normally think about her. I’ve been anxious, annoyed, and grouchy.

Grumpier than normal, as Isla informed me at dinner last night.

So the last person I want to see waiting for me in the kitchen when I come downstairs for coffee this morning is my brother.

"Who let you in?" I grumble in place of a greeting as I reach for the coffee pot.

"Security."

"Figures. It's time to fire the security team. Again."

I swear to God, it’s a miracle any of us are still alive after dealing with these so-called bodyguards. I’m half-joking with James, but I’m seriously going to have a word with those guys when he leaves.

"Anyway," his gaze follows me around the kitchen as I go about my morning routine of adding sugar to my coffee, toasting the bread, and buttering the toast. Catching up on the emails I received while I was asleep. "Do you have any urgent meetings this morning?"

"Three," I answer, still reading. "Maybe four."

"Can you reschedule one or two of them?"

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