Oh shit.
She liked that.
“You like it when I fuck you with this big, fat cock?”
“Caleb,” she gasps, and she sounds absolutely fuckingwrecked. Completely undone. No shields. No armor. Just Harper, raw and real.
And when I reach down and fist the back of her hair, gently dragging her head back so she’s forced to look me in the eyes, I swallow hard. I fight the pleasure threatening to take me under. Because I can’t lose this moment and the vulnerability I see there in her eyes.
“Your body’s been craving this,” I growl low, cock straining inside her. “You craveme.”
She shudders again, but doesn’t break eye contact. “You have no idea, Caleb Graham, how much I crave everything about you.”
Our mouths crash together simultaneously, and then our bodies are working together. Chasing together. There’s no more holding back. No more control. Just desperate need and the connection between us pulling tighter with every thrust.
“Harder.” Her grip in my hair just turns brutal. “Make me yours.”
Those three words shatter my restraint.
I wrap my arms around her and drive deep, needing to claim her, mark her, make her understand she’s mine now. Not just for tonight. Not temporarily.
Mine.
But the pleasure builds too fast, too intense, and I’m losing the battle. My rhythm falters as release crashes through me. I bury myself as deep as I can go, and a dizzying release lights down my spine, through my balls, and out my cock. One shuddering thrust, and then another, and then another, even though I’m empty.
I can’t let go of her, or this feeling, so I keep thrusting even though there’s nothing left. She’s shuddering around me, her mouth biting down on my shoulder to cover her noises and her hips still moving furiously as choked noises come from her throat.
I relish in the sound and feel of her chasing what feels like a wild, mountainous wave of crashing pleasure.
I slide to the side but keep her close, immediately moving my hand between us. She’s swollen and wet, and when my fingers touch her, she spasms.
“I’ve got you,” I promise. “I’m not done with you yet.”
My hand traces down her hips and dips between her legs. Her legs shake, and she spasms again when I finger her pussy, my cum dripping out of her.
Holy shit, I’ve never seen any sexier fucking sight than when I look down between us.
With my two middle fingers, I shove the cum back inside her pussy and her breath hiccups, hips lifting against my palm.
Instinctively, my thumb searches for her clit. I’ve always heard it’s difficult to find, but I feel it right there, fat and swollen. My thumb toys with it, back and forth, and she starts whimpering again.
In the romance novels, the women could climaxmultiple times. Let’s find out if that’s true or just fiction. I want to discover every secret of Harper’s body.
So I keep dragging my thumb back and forth, lazily at first. Until she really starts squirming. She tries to reach down to make me go faster.
But I grab her wrist with my other hand and pin it to the bed.
A fresh gush of wetness greets my toying hand, and that’s not just my cum anymore.
She likes it when I restrain her.
So I nudge her so she’s on her back again and capture both her wrists, pinning them to the mattress above her head.
Her face contorts with pleasure.
And then I really start working her clit.
Right when she’s biting the bedsheet to quiet her screams, I lean down.