34. Cale #2
“Won’t make you ask twice.” I grunt, holding her head still as I press my hips forward.
Her throat tightens around my girth, convulsing before she swallows, allowing me to slide a few inches deeper.
“Jesus fucking christ,” I growl. Then I’m drawing back, setting up a quick rhythm of sharp jabbing thrusts.
She groans, her fingers are tight on my hips, her eyes never leaving mine as I fuck her face.
“That’s it, baby,” I praise, as her nose brushes the short curls at the base of my dick.
I hold her there for long seconds, reaching down to dance my fingers over her neck.
“One day,” I tell her conversationally, pulling back enough to give her the chance to take a gasping breath before pushing forward again.
“One day, I’m going to hang you over the edge of the bed and slide my dick so far down your throat, I see it bulge right here.
” I press my fingers down, feeling it when her throat constricts around me again, fighting for air.
Tears are dripping down her cheeks, her lashes spiky, and her lips reddened where her mouth stretches around me.
My balls draw up tight, and I yank myself away from her, leaving her gasping for air on the bed, her brows knitting together. “Why—”
“I’m not coming down your throat,” I tell her, shoving my pants and briefs off, kicking them away. I reach out, grabbing Melanie’s jaw and swiping my thumb roughly through the wetness coating her cheeks. “If I’m coming anywhere, it’s in your cunt.”
“Here?” she asks demurely, her eyes bright as she reaches down, spearing two fingers through her lower lips and straight into her pussy. She lets out a gasping breath, uncaring of the mess on her face, her entire focus on me as she fucks herself with her fingers. “Is that what you mean?”
I narrow my eyes. “Hands and knees,” I order. “It’s been months of fucking my own hand, and I need in you. Now.”
The only thing that moves is her hand, the sounds wet and obscene as she throws her head back, her skin damp with perspiration.
My dick throbs, and I fist a hand around it, clenching furiously to stave off the pleasure flashing through me.
I haven’t felt this desperate for anyone since I was a teenage boy, but even then…
I’ve never felt about anyone the way I feel about this woman.
“Feels good,” she mutters. A yelp of surprise escapes when I plant my free hand against her shoulder, shoving her backward, her arms flying out.
I take the opportunity to grab her wrist with firm fingers, guiding her slick hands straight into my mouth, tongue dancing around the digits as I suck them clean.
She’s flat on her back, staring up at me, eyes impossibly wide, pulse beating rapidly in her neck.
I grin wickedly when I drop her hand, smacking my lips. “Tastes like heaven.”
She looks away, the sultry minx disappearing into something bashful. I’m already focused on her thighs, pressing them outward and upward, spreading her wide open for me. One of my knees hits the bed, and I free a hand, grabbing my dick and notching the blunt head at her entrance.
“Ready, baby?”
“I was ready days ago,” she says irritably, lifting her hips, pressing against me. “Would you just—”
I snap my hips forward, filling her tight, wet pussy.
Her back bows, a quiet scream escaping her mouth.
I lean forward, slamming my hand over her mouth, warning, “Quiet, darlin’.
” I pull back and then push forward again, gritting my teeth as her walls flutter around me.
“I’m not stopping, no matter what happens. ”
It’s an outright lie, but she doesn’t call me out on it, nipping at the flesh of my palm until I move it.
“You feel so good.” Her hand clutches my forearm, nails digging into the skin. Her other hand slides over her breast, lifting the mound, teasing her nails over her nipple. She doesn’t linger, sliding further down and delving her hand back between her legs.
“Yes,” I hiss, leaning back to give her room as she rubs two fingers over her clit. “You gonna make yourself come on my cock? Let me feel you, baby. Want to feel you squeezing me, milking me.”
My hips stutter, something about the words niggling at my brain. I look down, watching as my dick slides out of Mel, practically dripping with her arousal. I huff out a breath at the sight, because nothing has ever felt as good as this. Even the last time—
I freeze, wide eyes flashing up to hers. “Shit. Shit, shit, shit.”
“What?” Melanie’s still rubbing her clit, writhing her hips against me, trying to force me deeper. “Don’t stop.”
I surge forward at the way she says my name, but then reason creeps back in. “Mel, baby, fuck. I’m not wearing a condom.”
She pauses under me, fingers still on her clit, eyes flashing with incomprehension as they meet mine. “Okaaay,” she says slowly. “And why are we discussing this now?” She punctuates the question by lifting a leg, jamming her heels into my ass to push me deeper.
I try to pull back, but I’m a weak fucking man, especially when she clenches down on my cock. I let out a guttural moan, dropping my chin.
“You aren’t playing fucking fair,” I rasp, glaring down at her.
She only grins. “I’m on birth control. I trust you. And now I really, really, really want to come.”
A fiery desire races through, burning my uncertainty to ash. I narrow my eyes, grunting. “Fine. But we’re talking about it after.”
I yank myself out of Melanie’s silken heat, ignoring her sharp cry of protest as I manhandle her onto her hands and knees. She barely gets a chance to get her bearings before I’m on my knees behind her, slapping a hand against her ass and watching as her skin blooms a beautiful shade of red.
“I like that,” I murmur, smoothing over the warmed skin. “Let’s do that again later.” I plant my hand between Mel’s shoulder blades, forcing her upper body down against the bed, keeping her ass in the air.
“Ca—”
The rest of my name is lost in a burst of air when I drive my cock back through her swollen folds, bottoming out with a punishing thrust. There’s no stopping me now, not even if I wanted to, pleasure crashing through me as I piston into her, chasing the euphoria hovering just out of reach.
I hammer the fuck out of her pussy, trying to make up for months of missing this.
Missing her.
Melanie is crying out, her voice muffled by the bedspread, her hands fisting the material next to her head, trying to stop herself from sliding up the bed. I slide an arm under her, fingers easily finding her swollen clit, pinching it roughly between my fingers as she shudders.