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Caleb

“ N eed you naked,” I tell her when I step to the side of the bed and see her get up on her elbows, “or with your skirt around your waist, either way.”

“I want to feel all of you on me.” She sits up and bends her hand backward to the clasp of her bra as she unclips it, tossing it to the side before lying down on her back.

She lifts her hips as she reaches to the side and unzips the skirt before she discards it.

“As much as I want to get your cock into me”—she does the same with her lace panties, tossing them over, and she’s finally naked in my bed—“I’d like to feel your mouth on me. ”

“Fuck,” I groan, watching her lie there on my covers, her feet on the bed and legs open for me.

“Put your money where your mouth is, Caleb.” She bends one arm and props it under her head. “Make me see stars.”

I put one knee on the bed before moving between her legs. My hand comes out and runs through her slit. “Already wet for me.” I watch her eyes close as my fingers graze her clit. “How many times did you play with yourself thinking about me?” I move my middle finger in slow circles around her clit.

“None.” She moves her hips up a bit, wanting more. “I was saving it all for tonight.”

“So you didn’t play with yourself?” I ask, rubbing my finger down and sliding my middle finger inside her. The wetness makes it easy to bury it all the way to my knuckles. She heaves out, “Not once did you fuck yourself thinking about me?”

“Not this week.” She opens her legs even wider. “I was waiting for you to make me come.”

“Is that so?” I ask, taking my finger out of her and sucking it in my mouth.

“You taste like what heaven would taste like.” I bend my head and slide my tongue through her slit until the tip of my tongue flicks her clit.

“Fucking heaven.” I get down on my stomach and devour her pussy, sucking it into my mouth.

I hold back her legs as I watch her face while I lick her pussy, until I suck her clit into my mouth.

Her back arches off the bed. “You’re going to watch me make you come with my mouth and my fingers,” I tell her before sliding two fingers into her, “then you are going to watch your pussy take my cock.”

“Yes,” she pants as I move my fingers in and out of her as I suck her clit. She gets up on her elbows to watch me.

“Your pussy is gripping the fuck out of my fingers.” I feel her G-spot.

“It’s going to strangle my cock.” I move up, my tongue trailing to her nipple, taking it in my mouth as I fuck her with my fingers before moving back down.

My tongue slides in with my fingers, tasting her wetness on my tongue.

I bite down on her clit while she moves her legs back and tilts her hips toward me.

“Caleb,” she moans as she moves her hands to her tits, where she pinches her nipples, “I don’t think I’m going to?—”

“You’re going to come on my fingers,” I command, feeling her pussy get tighter and wetter.

“Drip down my wrist.” My finger runs over her G-spot.

“You’re going to come, and then I’m going to fuck you.

” We both groan. My tongue flicks her clit.

“I can’t wait to sink my cock into you.” That’s the last thing I tell her before she explodes onto my fingers, her pussy pulsating around my fingers as she drips down my hand.

“That’s my girl.” My fingers ride out her orgasm until her elbows give out, and she lies back.

I kiss her once before getting on my knees. “Condom.”

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean”—she grips my cock—“please tell me?—”

“Got my physical before I came to town,” I grind between clenched teeth as she rubs my cock up and down her slit. “Never been without one, though.”

“Good, first time for both of us.” She places me at her entrance. “Fuck me, Caleb.”

I groan, moving her leg over my shoulder.

“I want to get deep into you.” I put my hands beside her side as I look down at my cock.

“Watch your pussy take my cock,” I tell her as her eyes fly between us, and we both watch as I slide my cock into her so slow it’s agony. “Fuck, you have me like a vise.”

“Enough with the teasing”—she moves her hips—“and fuck me like you promised to fuck me.”

“So fucking greedy.” I pull out and slam back into her as my mouth covers hers. “Your pussy was made for me,” I declare and all she can do is pant.

“Good, now fuck it good,” she demands, and I lose control. I wanted to go slow, wanted to take my time, but I don’t. I slam into her over and over again as hard as I can, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. “I’m going to come,” she states as if I can’t feel her.

“I know.” I look down at her pussy, her finger now playing with her clit. “Need to ask me permission to touch my clit,” I scold her.

“Can I touch your clit so I can come all over your cock?” She barely gets the words out before she explodes all over me.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I tell her as I try to keep it at bay until she’s done before I pull my cock out of her and come on her landing strip. Her eyes go wide as I empty on her.

“Why did you do that?” she asks, looking down at me.

“So I can do this,” I tell her, taking my cum and rubbing it all over her pussy.

Side to side, down and into her before coming back up and rubbing both of us into her.

“Next time, it’s your tits.” I bend down to kiss her mouth, turning her to the side.

Her chest crushing against mine as I slide my tongue into her mouth.

Her leg hooks over my hip, and I can feel the heat from her pussy.

I move my hips and slide back inside her again.

“Already”—she lets go of my lips—“umm, is that normal?” I bury myself inside her. “Did you take anything?” I laugh as she snuggles into my neck.

“I’ve been waiting for this for the whole week.” I pull out and then slide back into her. “Thinking of all the ways I was going to fuck you.”

“That’s interesting”—she meets my thrust—“me too.” She pushes me so I’m on my back.

“And this was one of them.” She puts her knees beside me, my hands going to her ass, and then I bend to suck her nipple into my mouth as she rides me.

“It’s so good,” she pants as she rises and then falls down on me, both of us groaning out, when she moans, “Feel so full.”

“Take what you need, baby,” I urge her. She moves her hands behind her, putting them on my knees as she lifts up and puts her feet flat on the bed.

“Now you watch,” she demands as she lifts her hips up and down on my cock.

One of my hands comes up, and I suck the thumb into my mouth before moving it to play with her clit.

“Open for me to play with you at the same time you take my cock.” I move my hand down into her slit, taking more of her wetness before running it back up to her clit.

“Every single time I touch your clit, your pussy clenches me.” She wants to say something to me, but she is too far gone.

She rides my cock as if it’s the last thing she’ll do in her whole life.

Up and down, her pussy getting tighter and wetter with each rise and fall.

She comes twice before I grab her by her hips and take her off my cock.

“On your back,” I order, and she does as I say.

I straddle her chest, pinching her nipple, while my legs push her tits together so I can fuck them.

“That’s my girl.” I smirk at her. I fuck her tits until I aim for them and come on them.

“That was fucking hot,” I state, my hands coming up, but she pushes them aside as she takes my cum and rubs it into her skin.

“Fuck, I just came twice, and my cock is still rock hard.”

She licks her fingers clean from my cum before sliding out from between my legs. “I’m going to need some food.” She moves off the bed, and I’m assuming she’s going to cover herself up, but she heads straight for the door.

“Do you want a robe?” I ask, and she stops, looking over her shoulder at me.

“How are you supposed to fuck me if I bend over if I’m wearing a robe?” She winks and then walks out of the room.

“Yes,” I shout, “how indeed?” Hearing her laughter, I get off the bed and head to the bathroom to clean up.

I’m making my way into the kitchen when I see her moving around in it. “You look good here in my house.”

“That’s only because I’m naked.” She looks over her shoulder at me. “I’m sure if I was dressed…”

I stop beside her, pushing her hair over her shoulder and bend to kiss her clavicle softly. “Never had a woman in my kitchen before.” She rolls her eyes at me.

“I find that hard to believe.” She places one hand on my chest.

“Not like that. I’ve had women in my house before.

But not one that I wanted to cook for,” I say, picking up her hand and kissing the inside of her wrist. “This is intimate. It’s domestic.

Walking into the kitchen and I saw you and for the life of me it’s like you’ve always been here.

Like you were born to be here. It feels like we’ve been doing this forever.

” I wrap a hand around her waist and pull her to me.

“So while there have been women in my house. It’s never this. Never like this.”

“You never cooked for anyone?”

“No.” I shake my head. “It was always a night out. Or they would come over after.”

“So a booty call.” She laughs. “That is so, so romantic.”

My hand moves from her waist to her ass. “Maybe I was more closed off than I thought I was.”

I smirk at her as she kisses my neck and moves away from me.

“I’m glad I got to open you up.” She winks at me, taking one of the grapes and popping it into her mouth.

“So how many men have you cooked for?” I ask her with a glare, and I don’t even know if I want her to answer me or not. “We talk about me all the time. What about you?”

She laughs. “I did cook for this guy one time.” She holds up her hand and the glare gets even more glarey. My eyes into slits so much I can barely see out of them.

“We were dating for about six weeks. He always took me out and finally he asked me to cook for him.”

“He had to ask you to cook a meal for him?” My interest piqued.

“He did.” She nods. “I think I was twenty. I don’t even know but I do know that I knew how to cook two things perfectly. Ramen noodles.”

I bust out laughing. “You mean the noodles that you put in water and then empty the packet of flavor?”

“I sometimes used to add frozen veggies to that.” She folds her arms over her chest. “Anyway, second thing was.” I wait for her to say something gourmet like steak and baked potatoes or something. What I’m not expecting her to say is “mac and cheese.”

“Like homemade, grate the chest and do a roux or like blue box, pour noodles in and add butter and milk with the fluorescent cheese?”

She slaps her hand on the counter. “There is nothing wrong with that mac and cheese,” she says angrily.

“Anyway, according to him, a woman is supposed to dazzle him in the kitchen, and well, let’s just say there was no dazzle, so he ghosted me.

” I open my mouth. “For three weeks until I ran into him in a bar and confronted him and his new girlfriend.”

“Of course you did.” I grab her hips, pulling her to me.

“I wasn’t just going to let him get away with it, Caleb!” she shrieks. “He broke my heart.”

“He broke your heart?” I ask her and she rolls her eyes now.

“No, but he bruised my ego.” She pushes away from me. “So it’s the same thing.” She turns, going to the fridge.

“Not the same thing at all.” I watch her. “So how did you learn to cook?”

“I took a couple cooking classes.” She shrugs, and my eyes go to her ass. My feet moving to her, taking her ass in my hand and seeing her eyes lust over. “You better stop looking at me like that or I’ll forget I need food, then fucking,” I tell her.

“I don’t think I’m that hungry now anyway,” she says, dropping to her knees in the middle of my kitchen.

“If this doesn’t scream walk of shame,” Sierra deadpans when she gets out of my truck the next night, “I don’t know what does.” She’s wearing exactly what she was wearing when I picked her up here the night before.

I shake my head, getting out and making my way to her, sliding my hand in hers.

We’ve spent the last thirty hours having more sex than I thought was humanly possible.

If we weren’t fucking, we were sleeping and vice versa.

It wasn’t just me; she wanted it as much as I did.

“This wouldn’t have happened if you stayed at my house until tomorrow. ”

“Oh, because coming home on a Monday morning wearing a leather skirt and lace top with you doesn’t scream I got banged all weekend long.” She looks over at me as she squats down to pick up the stack of papers at her door.

“I wasn’t the only one who did the banging.” I put my hands on her hips and kiss her neck, loving that she smells of my body wash. “You banged me just as many times.”

“I did, didn’t I?” She lets us into her house. “Got to say though, I thought I’d have to ice my vagina after that one time.”

“You said you were fine.” I put my hands on my hips as she walks toward the kitchen, putting the papers down.

“I was fine, but your cock is like a miniature baseball bat.” She snickers as she looks through the papers and sees a white envelope with her name typed in bold black letters in the middle of it.

She turns it over and then looks at me before sliding her finger under the flap and ripping it open.

She takes the white paper out that is folded in three, putting the envelope back down before unfolding it and then looking back up at me.

“What is it?” I ask, and she turns the paper toward me with the same typed letters from the envelope. “Stop looking.”

I look at the letter, then at her, seeing her eyes going back to the letter before she says, “It seems they don’t want to be found.”