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“Damn,” he says, shaking his head at me. “That was something, Char.”
“Was it?” I ask, snatching up a fry and nibbling at it, going for casual and unaffected.
“Charlotte,” he growls in warning.
I sigh and slump back against my seat. “All right, yes, I’m leaning toward leaving Kingmaker behind. It’s time for a change.”
“Shit, woman. We gotta talk way more about this.”
Under the table, I caress his leg with the toe of my boot. “Later, sweets. The last thing I want to do right now is more talking.”
“I can’t just—” He chokes as I slide my boot along his thigh, just shy of brushing his cock.
I grin. “Lost for words? That’s much better.”
“Goddammit,” he grits out, snatching my leg under the table and giving it a squeeze. He slides his hand up my thigh and between my legs, cupping me hard through my jeans, and making me squirm in my seat. “You wanna play? We’ll fucking well play.”
I lunge forward and fist my hand in his tee, jerking him closer to me, and drawing attention from several customers in the diner in the process. I whisper at his ear, “No more playing. I want the real deal. Now.”
* * *
“Jesus Christ,”Cal grumbles, as he rips my jeans off my ankles and tosses them across the empty living room. “I’m gonna need skirts on you from now on.”
“That’s not happening. It’s really not my thing,” I say, laughing at how insane he’s being. I’ve never seen him so desperate and beside himself to have me. And that’s really saying something.
“I don’t care.” He fingers the waistband of my lace panties. “And no panties neither.” With a growl, he tears them from my body with one rough tug. “Yes, fuck,” he breathes, dragging his thumb through my wetness and brushing my clit, making me spread my legs wide in response to give him all the access he desires. “This is the way I want you. Spread wide open and dripping for me, desperate for my cock to tear into you and claim the fuck out of you.” He shoves two fingers deep inside me, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. Leaning in, he growls at my ear, “Beg me, kitten. Show me how much you need my cock filling this tight fucking pussy.”
Challenge accepted.
Shocking him, I grab his wrist, yank his fingers out of me, and force his hand to my lips. His eyes turn molten when I open and suck his fingers deep into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them for good measure as I taste myself all over them.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls.
I smirk back at him, then pull them free and use my hold on him to spin him around and slam him into the wall. As his back jars against it, I press my hand to his chest and trail my fingers down his torso in an erotic dance, making him groan for me. With my free hand, I make quick work of undoing his jeans and shoving them and his boxers down past his thighs. I drag my fingers along his shaft, eliciting more of those low, sexy, rumbling groans from him as I drop to my knees, then take him in my hand.
Those groans morph to a growl when I squeeze his shaft sharply.
His cock jerks in my hand, as he gets off on the bite of pain mixed with his pleasure.
I release him in the next second, dig my nails into his hips, and take him in my mouth, driving his cock right to the back of my throat.
“Fuck!” he cries out in rapture.
I hollow my cheeks and suck hard, exerting major pressure as I slide my mouth up and down his cock, excruciatingly slowly.
He throws his head back against the wall and grits his teeth, succumbing to my erotic torture. I keep it up for a while, tasting his pre-cum on my tongue, enjoying the tease of it, wanting him beside himself, wanting that desperate need from him mirroring mine.
Satisfaction sings through me when his groans and curses become a non-stop soundtrack to my extended tease.
I ease my mouth off his cock, then swirl my tongue all over the head, licking up every drop of his pre-cum, then saturating his shaft with the warm wetness of my tongue. And then I dive down, driving his cock right to back of my throat again.
This time I don’t stop, don’t take it easy, don’t tease.
I fuck him with my mouth in a wild, unhinged rhythm.
He snarls, lurching forward and fisting both his hands in my hair.
I lose myself to it then. Hearing his moans and growls makes me wetter with every moment, needing to hear them over and over. When he tightens his fingers in my hair, pulling at the roots, I whimper in desperation around his cock.
