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My whole body is set aflame by his touch and all I want to do is sink into the bliss he creates. And I do. Every issue I had slips from my mind and I see no reasons why I can’t ride this man like a wild woman and see where it takes me.
I get my arms to work and pull his shirt free from his pants, needing to feel his skin underneath my touch. He groans into my mouth when I’m finally able to rake my nails over his back. His fist tightens in my hair, creating a sweet bite of pain flaring to pleasure.
His mouth rips from mine and shifts to my throat with a rumbling growl. His teeth nip my skin before sucking a sliver inside his mouth. Every pull is a jolt between my legs. The whimpers tumbling over my lips are foreign to my ears.
I’ve had sex before, felt desire, lust, but this? It’s as if every cell in my body is running on overdrive, heightened with awareness to recharge and get ready for full detonation.
Calvin starts to pull at my clothes. I manage to slip out of my leather cut and throw it on the chair in the corner before he digs in and pulls my shirt over my head. I kick off my boots, shove down my jeans and am standing before him in scraps of lilac lace.
“Motherfucker,” Calvin rumbles as he takes two steps back as if he’s momentarily stunned.
There is no time to feel self-conscious; the way his gaze slides over every inch of my curves is enough to absorb the scorching desire flowing off him in waves. He stalks forward, grabs my waist and throws me on the bed.
My ass bounces two times before he grabs both my ankles to spread me wide. His hands go to the side of my panties, fabric tears as he rips it to shreds, baring my pussy to him completely. He licks his lips and then he’s on me.
His tongue is sliding through my folds, flicking my clit as he starts to alternate between the two. I boldly stare between my legs where his face is buried. His eyes are pinned on mine and I can almost taste the lust hanging in the air that surrounds us.
There’s connection and then there’s the level where two people merge into one as they collide with pleasure. And this is it. Something I’ve never experienced and it shows when the orgasm he sucks right out of my body catches me by surprise by the force of it.
His name is ripped from my throat while white hot pleasure courses through my veins. His fingers dig into my thighs, keeping me pinned while my body shakes through the bliss. My eyes are shut, my spine curls off the bed as I press my pussy tighter against his mouth; wanting every inch of his mouth.
Slow licks keep ecstasy simmering as I slowly come down from the best orgasm I’ve had in years. Hell, I dare even go as far as to label it as the best orgasm ever. Calvin’s head slips away from between my legs and I rise to put myself on my elbows, watching as he takes off his clothes.
His stomach is ripped, pecs wrapped with swirls of ink and my mouth runs dry by the sight of this man. He might be the sheriff of this town, but right now? Standing before me with all the muscle, most of his body decorated with ink? He looks more outlaw, born in darkness, making sure there’s hell to pay if the man doesn’t get what he wants in life.
Fuck.
I’m lost. I want him. Completely.Mine. Mine. Mine, my heart sings. Then my eyes travel down to the hard length he’s palming. Oh, shit. I swallow at the dryness of my throat and wonder if he’d mind if I take him in my mouth right now. I’ve never been with a man who has this many piercings.
“Birth control?” he grits, as if it takes every inch of strength his body holds to stop himself from attacking me.
“Clean, on the pill, all set to go,” I ramble, my eyes still fixed on his hard length.
One knee dips the bed and my body sings with anticipation. He brings the fat head of his dick right at my entrance, sliding it back and forth to cover it with my juices. I try to raise my hips, needing him to cut the bullshit and get inside me already but he smacks my thigh with his flat hand.
The sting has me gasping while he sternly orders, “Stay still. I gave you a taste of pleasure so I’d have all the time to take mine before I bring the both of us to the brink of ecstasy and tip us over.”
I try to stay still but my clit is still sensitive and it’s as if he’s doing it on purpose, bumping against the bundle of nerves with the thick barbell that goes straight through the slit of his dick. I bite my lip to keep the moan from slipping out. Damn, way to feel needy.
“Calvin!” I scream when he fills me up in one stroke.
“Now that’s how I want to hear my name falling from your lips from now on,” he rumbles as he places one hand right next to my head, towering over me with such dominance in his eyes I should be doing a double take.
Except, there’s no fear I hold for this man, only a deep craving to accept everything he’s willing to give. And damn. I feel as if he’s filled my pussy to the brim, stretching around to accommodate to his size.
I release a soft gasp when he starts to pull out slowly, filling me right back up allowing me to moan in pleasure. Oh, yeah, the piercings are doing all kinds of pressure pointing, rubbing, pushing, things inside me I’ve never experienced and I find myself meeting every thrust as he slams forward.
He’s gazing down at me, taking in every bit of pleasure washing over me. It feels too intimate, too carnal, too raw and emotional. The way he’s fucking me is as if he’s claiming every piece of me until he’s ready to suck up my soul and brand himself into my bones.
And I let him.
Fucking hell, I let him because nothing matches the pleasure slamming through me. I have to close my eyes to be able to process the way my body practically overloads and shuts down.
“Fuuuuuuuuckkkkk,” he grunts and buries himself even deeper inside me when I start to feel him twitch as warmth floods my womb. “Cassandra.” My full name slides over his lips on a soft whisper, a plea, confronted with awe to admit who is swallowing his soul as I claim him as my own in return.
One of his arms slides around me and he turns to keep me pinned to him, draping me over his chest. Our racing hearts are covering each other while our breaths mingle. Damn, quite the workout for sure.
His hand slowly slides over my back until his fingers are blocked by my bra. He mutters a curse and flicks it open tugging at the material in an effort to take it off me. I barely lift my upper body a mere few inches off his body and he greedily takes the space to slide it off me and throws it on the floor as if the bra offended him.
