Page 155 of Caveman (Wild Men 1)


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His hands slide down my bare arms, his body pressing into my back. He nudges me forward, lifts my hands and places them flat on the wall.

Then he lifts my hair and kisses the back of my neck, bites lightly into the juncture between neck and shoulder, and my whole body lights up.

“Tay…” he whispers my pet name on my skin, painting it with his breath, tracing patterns with his tongue, Shaking me loose and putting me back together, making me ache with arousal. “Feel me.”

He’s right here. I feel him, even if I don’t see him. His hard chest, his hard cock, his powerful legs and muscular arms, his scent winding around me like ivy.

“God, I want you,” he rasps. “I’m so fucking hard for you. Dammit, Tay.”

His voice, deep and low, sinking into me, fucking me. He’s voice-fucking me. I swallow a laugh, and then shudder when he slips a hand down my leg, lifting my dress, inching up to the front of my panties.

His hard cock is rubbing against my back, his breath stuttering on my neck, and his hand unerringly slips between my legs, his fingers parting me, sinking into me.

“Trust me?” he asks, and I nod frantically. “Tell me if you want the blindfold off.”

I nod again, jerking when his fingers thrust inside me.

Truth be told, I love having his body pressing me into the wall. My eyes are closed anyway, the sensations running through my body leaving no room for thought or fear.

It’s just him, touching me, his mouth ghosting over me, his strength shoring me up, his desire anchoring me to the here and now.

No dark storerooms and kidnappers here, despite the dark. There’s only him and me, together, locked in this dance, his voice in my ear, his hand between my legs.

His callused fingers inside me, stroking in and out. Driving me crazy with want.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Hm. Love it when you beg like that,” he says with that deep growl in his voice. “What do you want?”

“I…” I’m not good at talking dirty. At saying what I need. “Please…”

His fingers still inside me and I groan, frustrated. “Tell me, babe. Want me to make you come?”

“Make me come,” I breathe.

“With my fingers? My tongue?” His cock pulses against the small of my back, thick and hard like steel. “Or do you want me to fuck you?”

I swallow hard. “Fuck me, Matt. I want your cock inside me.”

“Jesus fuck,” he whispers reverently, and slips his fingers out of me, making me whimper. “Come here.” He pulls off me, guides me to the bed, but doesn’t help me on it. He has me kneel on the edge, then lifts my dress and spreads my legs. “Goddammit, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

I shiver, nervous and excited, my bare ass in the air, my wet pussy throbbing. In front of me is darkness, and I’m cold.

Just when I think I can’t take it any longer, that I’ll just rip off the blindfold and turn toward him, I hear the crinkle of a condom foil being ripped, and his soft grunt as he puts it on.

Then he’s pressed up against me, rubbing his hard-on against my opening, and I suck in a sharp breath as the head of his cock pushes into me.

I’m squirming, my body unsure if to push back or open up to this invasion, but his hands grab my hips and stop me. Keep me still as he slowly shoves his cock deeper into me, and deeper, until there’s nowhere left to go.

Then his hand reache

s around and finds my clit, pressing and massaging until I’m moaning recklessly and my head spins.

Stretching me to my limits, pushing me to the end of my desire. I’m his, and he’s showing me that he knows it. That he’s claiming me.

That he’s mine, too.

He doesn’t move, though, lodged deep inside me, throbbing like a second heartbeat, filling me up until my body trembles.

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