Chapter 12
DARWYNN
He lifted me by my waist and put me on the bed. I leaned back on my elbows and looked up at him as he rubbed his hardness, looking like a damn God standing there naked.
I admired every inch of his upper body. From his hard pecs down to his muscular abdomen. How often did he work out? For his age, his body looked very healthy and fit. Clearly, Caspian’s life as a Hollywood actor who always did his own stunts—I fact-checked that—paid off, and even at sixty-one, he carried himself with the confidence and physique of a man half his age. His biceps flexed slightly as he reached for my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed in one swift move.
“You’re staring,”
he said, his eyes fixed on my face.
My cheeks flushed, and I pursed my lips before asking, “Can you blame me?”
The low chuckle escaping him made me want to press my thighs together, but I couldn’t because he was holding my legs apart with both hands on my knees.
“Glad you’re enjoying the view. I like mine too,”
he said, letting his gaze wander down my body as the tip of his tongue brushed across his bottom lip.
We took each other in, and seeing one another naked started to feel like the most normal thing ever. It didn’t feel forced or weird. It felt natural. As if we were meant to be like this. Together. Naked. And so fucking horny for each other.
“What about a condom?”
I asked, breaking the silence.
A grin tugged at his lips. He rubbed his cock as he replied. “I’m clean. And I got a vasectomy done a long damn time ago,”
he told me, watching me intently. “But I can still wear one if you want me to.”
He was so caring. Selfless.
God, he was perfect.
“No, it’s fine. I like it without.”
He huffed out a laugh, squeezing my knees before he moved over me to grab me by the hips. Without telling me his next move, he turned me over so I was lying on my stomach, and with his hands hooked around my hips, he pulled it up to stick my ass into the air.
I arched my back and looked over my shoulder, needing to see him.
“Nervous?”
he asked, raising a thick brow. His hands moved over my ass, squeezing gently.
“No. I’m excited.”
Caspian chuckled. “Excited. I’ve never heard a woman say that before I fucked her. But I’m excited, too. I think I’ll enjoy this more than ever.”
I smiled at him and wiggled my ass. “Go ahead then. I’m getting impatient.”
Another laugh escaped him, and he stepped closer as his eyes wandered over my body. He squeezed my ass, then pressed his length against my slit, rubbing it along my folds.
I took a deep breath and rested my head on the mattress, with my eyes closed and my body relaxing. “Whenever you’re ready,” I teased.
“Don’t rush me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I can take you.”
I felt him tense behind me. “I’m sure you can. But this pussy is tight,”
he said, sliding one finger inside, making me gasp. “So damn wet, but so fucking tight.”
I moaned as he added a second finger, sliding it in and out of my pussy. I arched my back a little more, pushing back each time he pushed inside. “Please,”
I begged, needing more than just his fingers.
He continued for another while until I had gotten used to the thickness of his two fingers, and I felt empty the second he pulled them out. “Caspian.”
“Patience.”
“I don’t have any. Please, fuck me already.”
A low chuckle left him, and after giving me a hard slap on my ass, I finally felt the tip of his cock against my entrance. I pushed back, but every time I did, he pulled away.
Rude.
I rolled my eyes and decided not to push. To simply give him all the damn time he needed to finally fuck me. Even if it took a lot of strength, I let him be in control.
“Good girl,”
he murmured when he noticed that I gave up urging him, and my body shook all over with how hot those two words sounded coming out of his mouth.
He brushed his tip through my folds, getting my wetness all over it before he pressed it against my entrance. He slid inside in one swift move, and I cried out, feeling him deep inside of me.
“Oh God,”
I breathed, clawing the covers with my hands.
He stayed buried inside of me for a moment to let us both adjust to the feeling. “I’m no God, baby, but you can call me King.”
In any other situation, and with any other man, hearing that sentence would’ve made my skin crawl with embarrassment. But it was Caspian saying it, and it just made sense. Shit, he hadn’t even truly fucked me yet, and he was already the death of me.
“King,”
I croaked, looking over my shoulder to watch his face. “I want you to fuck me hard.”
His grip on my hips tightened. He pulled out of me, then thrust back in with a hard push that made me cry out his name. I heard him curse under his breath as he found his rhythm, fucking me slow but hard.
“Oh yes,”
I moaned. I held my position, loving the sound of our skin slapping against each other.
“So goddamn tight,”
he said through clenched teeth.
He moved faster, hitting a spot deep inside of me that no man ever hit and making me feel things I never felt before. But it wasn’t just his cock that made things different from other times I had sex. It was Caspian who was mature and experienced, knowing exactly how to move and fuck a woman to make her feel good.
Everything about this was perfect, and I didn’t want it to end.
Just when I had that thought, he pulled out of me. I whined, begging him to come back. Instead, he gripped me by the hips again and turned me around to make me face him.
“Come here,”
he demanded, pulling me up to stand in front of him. Before I could even think of what his intentions were, he moved around me to sit on the edge of the bed, and I faced him again, waiting for him to pull me onto his lap.
“Ride me,”
he demanded. “I need to see your pretty face when I fuck you.”
Anything.
At this point, he could do anything to me.
I straddled his lap, and with a few quick movements, he was inside of me again. I slid down his length while holding on to his shoulders, moaning as his cock buried deep into my pussy. It felt even better this way.
His hands were on my ass, lifting and lowering me while I moved my hips simultaneously.
Our eyes were locked on each other, and the fire in his mirrored mine. “So damn perfect. A pretty face and a tight little pussy. And you’re all mine.”
His possessiveness didn’t bother me.
In fact, it made me feel wanted. Needed.
Like I was the center of his world, the one thing he couldn’t bear to lose. And even if it’s only been a short period of time since we have known each other, I liked to believe that it truly meant something.
That what this was becoming was real.
“Caz,”
I breathed, resting my forehead against his and wrapping my arms around his neck. “You feel so good.”
“You feel every inch of my dick inside you?”
he asked, his words teasing. “Feel how I fill this tight pussy?”
“Mm, yeah,” I moaned.
“It’s my pussy. Mine. Every inch of you is mine, and I’ll take good care of you, baby.”
He pressed kisses to my jaw, neck, and cheeks.
His words went straight to my heart. He wasn’t just claiming me; he was making promises. His mouth covered mine, and a burst of emotions came over me. I kissed him deeply, swirling my tongue around his and moaning into the kiss whenever he plunged his tongue deeper.
His fingers flexed on my ass, and when his grip tightened, he slammed me down his length harder. We were both getting closer to a climax, and I let myself go, needing to feel more than one orgasm. When the first wave hit me, he slowed us down just slightly, breaking the kiss to look into my eyes.
My body trembled.
“I need to see that again,”
he whispered, brushing a strand of my hair away from my face. “Got another one in you?”
“If you keep fucking me like this, yes.”
He grabbed my ass with both hands again, pulling my cheeks apart as he moved me up and down just like before. It didn’t take long until another wave came crashing over me; this time, he was right there with me.
His body tensed, but he didn’t slow us down. He kept on thrusting into me, and I felt his warm cum fill my pussy.
“Fuuuck.”
His hands moved to my waist, where they rested. We both stopped moving, and he turned us back around, making me lie down on the bed with him on top of me. He was still inside, and he didn’t move for a while.
I felt his cum run out of me, with drops rolling down my folds and thighs. His eyes were on mine, and I smiled at him. “Thank you.”
He furrowed his brows. “For fucking you?”
I laughed softly. “Yes. And for making me come. For taking care of me, too.”
“That’s a given.”
“No, it’s not.”
I moved my hands into his hair, curling his strands around my fingers. “Not every man cares.”
He huffed, seemingly disgusted with my statement. “Then those are not men. A woman is to be taken care of. To be cherished.”
He said those words with such pride and determination that it made my heart clench.
While he appreciated women, it seemed that not many had ever appreciated him or given him the same amount of respect that he deserved.
Women must’ve used him. As famous as he was, it couldn’t have been easy for him.
I smiled gently. “Still…thank you. You made me feel amazing, and I hope I could make you feel the same.”
He pushed himself up and slid out of me to stand. His gaze lingered on my body before it met mine again. “No, baby,”
he started, running a hand through his hair. “You made me feel a thousand times better.”