Page 42 of Tamed

I wanted to make him come more than life itself.

I lifted my hands to his powerful thighs, holding on to brace myself as I sucked him harder.

He made a purring sound deep in his throat as if he was enjoying what I was doing, enjoying it very much, and I felt a thrill of pride that I was able to please him. Me, the know nothing virgin was getting this powerful man off.

One minute he’d said. I could do that.

I ran my tongue along the length of his cock, and I sucked him as hard as I could. My jaw began to ache, and my eyes were watering and I must have looked a mess, because my eye makeup wasn’t waterproof. My scalp hurt where he was holding my hair and my knees ached, and I could feel that long, lazy rhythm deep in my sex, in my heartbeat.

He began to move faster, going deeper. Not rough, only insistent.

His eyes glittered like black jewels. “I’m going to come now. And you’re going to swallow it all like the good girl you are.”

Of course, I would. I couldn’t wait.

I stared at him, desperate to see the moment his orgasm unfurled over his strongly carved face. The orgasmIwas going to give him.

His lips peeled back as it hit, a growl starting right down low in his chest, his hips shoving hard, his cock thrusting deep. Then he was coming down the back of my throat and I was swallowing him. Taking everything he gave me without thought. Without protest.

For a moment afterward silence filled in the room, broken only by his slowing breathing and the thunder of my own heartbeat in my ears.

The salty, rich taste of him was heavy in my mouth, and I couldn’t move, held still by those powerful fingers wound into my hair. In fact, I suspected they were the only things keeping me upright.

You just gave Caleb Cross a blow job. And you loved every second of it.

Slowly, he unwound his fingers from my hair and pulled his cock free, tucking himself away. Then he brought a handkerchief out of his breast pocket and leaned forward, taking my chin in one hand. Gently, he cleaned away the tears and ruined makeup on my face, wiping my lips too.

I let him do it, too dazed to do anything else. My mouth felt deliciously sensitized, my jaw aching, the low pressure between my legs making it almost impossible for me to keep still.

When he’d finished, he continued to grip my chin, his black gaze boring into mine. Then at last he said, “Touch yourself, little girl. Make yourself come. And let Daddy watch.”

Daddy.

The word was like an electric shock delivered straight to my aching clit and I didn’t question it.

I wasn’t thinking straight. I wasn’t thinking at all. All I was conscious of was that terrible pressure between my legs and how I could relieve it.

He was still holding my chin and I didn’t pull away. Instead, I yanked my dress up with one shaking hand, and pushed the other between my thighs. I didn’t care that he was holding me. I didn’t care that he was watching me.

All I wanted was to come.

It all it took was one tiny brush of my finger on my clit and the orgasm hit me like an atomic bomb, annihilating every conscious thought in my head.

I screamed as it hit and the last thing I remembered before I fell off the edge of the world, was Caleb’s black eyes.

Watching me.

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Caleb

I’d wanted to teach her a lesson. Confront her with what she apparently wanted so badly. Show her that she couldn’t handle it, that she wasn’t ready for it, and that what she should be doing was running for the hills instead of running straight to me.

I wasn’t for little girls like her.

There was a darkness in me that ran deep, and she wasn’t ready for that, no matter what she told herself.

Except Isabel Fox hadn’t known what was good for her and she hadn’t run for the hills. She hadn’t baulked and she hadn’t protested, not even when I’d turned her over my knee. Not even when I’d laid my hand on her pretty ass without holding back. And when I’d made her suck my cock, she’d sucked me as if I was her favorite treat, as if she couldn’t think of anything she wanted to do more than give me head.

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