Page 95 of Cocky Caveman


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“How are you doing, babe?”

“Thinking I am one lucky woman,” I moan as he slides in and out, balls-to-my-bum, thrusting harder inside me.

He chuckles.

I raise my head, looking over my shoulder. “I’m so full.”

“You feel incredible.”

I push up onto my hands and wriggle my hips.

Just that small movement makes us groan loudly in unison.

He fists my hair in one hand. “So impatient for me to fuck you.”

“Yes. God, yes.”

And then things get wild.

Thirty-One

STEAMY STUDIO ANTICS

Tucker

Caveman roars like a savage. I am pounding her so hard my balls are swinging about like wrecking balls, cries of pleasure ricocheting off the studio walls. The angle is driving her crazy.

She’s spread out over my piano, legs vertical, with my hands holding her ankles.

“Scream all you want; it’s a soundproof room, so let it all out. It turns me on, even more, knowing you can take me hard and deep.”

She launches herself up at my mouth. Tongues are clashing; teeth are clanking, lips are gliding about while she grabs handfuls of hair, yanking hard on the strands.

“Lie back down, legs up.”

“Tucker,” she sighs, her eyes hooded, thick lashes fluttering while I grind into her, holding her ankles so I can change angles until she’s begging to come, but she’s a good girl holding back.

My thrusts become agonizingly slow and deep, and it is pure torture not to come.

“Tucker… too much… I need to—”

“Show me your nipples, beautiful.”

She grips either side of the unzipped leather jacket to reveal her large breasts, her nipples dark and pebbled. I lean over her, taking one into my mouth, sucking it, lathing the small ball with my tongue.

“Tucker… too sensitive…” she pants, arching her back, pushing both breasts higher, a silent request for more as I start to grind harder and faster again.

I bite down before releasing the pebble.

She gasps in pleasure.

“God, you are wild. Hold on, I’m about to make you explode.” Separating her legs, I twist her lower body just enough to know this angle will bring the house down. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see the second you lose control, and I will follow.”

My hips are pistoning, and the soundproofing is doing its job. I like talking dirty, giving orders, and watching how responsive she is.

Ophelia doesn’t disappoint.

“So fucking beautiful,” I growl, watching her come before I throw my head back, joining her on this sexy ride.

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