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I hear a cupboard door slam before he returns a moment later. I haven’t moved a muscle. It’s only when I hear the tear of the packet, my body tenses. Caleb steps behind me, one hand resting on my hip while the other lines him up with my dripping centre.

I feel his cock as he rubs it up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices.

“Is this what you want, little dancer?” he asks, pressing the tip of his cock against my entrance.

I moan at the sensation of his tip stretching my body. Not much, but the sensitive muscles contract in anticipation of what’s coming.

His next words come out near my ear. “I need to hear you say it.”

I grit my teeth, pushing back against him, but he pulls his hips back out of the way. A chuckle escapes him.

I wiggle my ass, connecting with his cock, making him hiss.

“I still need your words,” he says, teasing me once again, only this time pressing a little further in.

I moan at his teasing.

“Dammit, Caleb,” I practically scream in frustration. “Please fuck me.”

I don’t need to ask again as he slides his cock through my silky folds and slams into me. My back arches as my body stretches to accommodate his size. Pleased he’s already stretched me out earlier. I’d forgotten how impressive he is.

We both moan as he comes to a stop, his cock, balls deep in my pussy.

“You feel so good,” he whispers close to my ear, turning my head to capture my mouth in an awkward kiss.

“Move,” I say through gritted teeth.

“Your wish….”

It's all he manages before we begin our dance. Him sliding in and out, first leisurely, but then our pace becomes more frantic as our desire builds.

His hand snakes around the front, pulling me back against him. One hand on my clit, the other on my breast. His mouth latching onto my shoulder, suckling in a way I know is going to leave a mark.

The pressure builds in my lower body, and I press back against him. Meeting him stroke for stroke until finally, my body shatters. My vision darkens as stars explode behind my eyes, every muscle in my body tensing. Caleb grunts as my muscles contract hard around his cock.

“That’s it little dancer,” he pants close to my ear as he continues to thrust into me, his movements hard and frantic. He draws out my orgasm, before spiralling me straight into a second when his fingers find my clit.

I scream, as my knees buckle, my body quivering. He drives into me a couple more times, my muscles still contracting as he lets himself go. Cal moans and shudders, his body freezing, as his cock jerks deep inside me, pumping and filling the condom with his cum.

We collapse forward onto the table. The top cool against my naked breasts and stomach, a stark comparison to the raging heat and weight at my back.

After taking a few minutes to catch his breath, Caleb stands up. I feel him withdraw his still semi-hard cock, missing its warmth.

I push up off the table, trying to look as graceful as possible, even though my legs and arms feel like jelly.

Caleb has disappeared, probably to dispose of the condom.

“Goodnight then,” I say, scooping up my scattered clothes.

“Not so fast,” Caleb says, appearing in all his naked glory at the door of the kitchen. “I was promised one night… So where do you think you’re going?”

My mouth waters at the sight of him. I lick my lips before I can stop myself. Caleb grins before taking a step towards me.

“That was only the beginning, little dancer.”

CHAPTER 40

CALEB