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Caleb

I watch her eyes lust over when I tell her I’m going to come on her ass.

I move up over her as my mouth devours her.

She tries to get the kiss to go deeper, her hands going to my pants and unbuttoning them.

She slides one hand into my boxers and grips my cock, working it up and down.

I let go of her mouth as she plays with my cock.

“I’m so fucking hard for you.” I kneel beside her as she takes my cock into her mouth.

My hand goes between her legs to finger her.

“That’s my girl,” I praise as my knuckle hits her ass, “open that throat for me.” I close my eyes as my fingers fuck her, and she sucks my cock.

Every single time, I think it can’t get better, yet every single time, she shows me that it can.

“I’m not coming down your throat,” I tell her, pulling my cock out of her mouth as she groans.

“I told you where I’m going to come,” I remind her, getting off the couch.

“I want to watch you play with yourself.” I direct her as she lies back on the couch naked, her pussy glistening from my tongue and then my fingers.

“You are going to listen to everything I say, and after, I’m going to make you come hard,” I inform her, licking the fingers that were just inside her.

“Slide your hands down your chest, making your nails graze over your nipples,” I instruct her, watching her do it while I unbutton my shirt.

“Move your hand slowly down your stomach until you get to your clit.” My eyes are glued to her hands, watching every single movement.

“Move your middle finger over your slit in little circles.” I undo the last button before shrugging it off my shoulders.

“Then move that finger down and inside you.” She does everything I tell her and my cock gets even harder, so hard I have to grip it in my hand in a fist. “In and out, baby,” I tell her as she does what I say, “add another finger.”

“Yes,” she pants out, adding another finger.

Her hips come up to meet her fingers, going faster and faster now.

I kick my boots off, then my jeans as I see her eyes close and her breathing starting to come in soft pants.

Once I have my pants in a pile on the floor next to her clothes, I walk toward her.

My hand comes out to play with her clit while she finger-fucks herself.

“Yes,” she says again, her eyes fluttering open.

I can see she’s almost there by the way her chest rises and falls, the way her hips are moving more frantically than before, her fingers trying to get deeper.

I know she’s fucking there, and I know I should let her have it, but I’m greedy for it.

I want to be the one who brings her all the pleasure.

I want to be the one who makes her come.

I move her hand away from her as I bend to suck her fingers into my mouth.

“Caleb,” she whines, “I was right there.”

“I know.” I bend my legs to make sure my cock lines up with her.

Moving one leg over my shoulder, I rub my cock up and down her slit before sliding into her.

I move in and out of her. My lips hovering over her as I fuck her.

“Fuck, baby,” I swear as I thrust into her, “you are so wet”—I pull out and move my hips—“so tight.” I move my hand up to grab her tit.

“Fucking mine,” I declare as she meets my thrusts, faster and faster.

Our eyes locked on each other, I can feel her getting tighter and tighter.

I can feel myself get closer and closer to the edge.

I grip her waist in my hands, pulling out of her and flipping her onto her knees.

“Hold on,” I warn her as I slam into her.

She holds on to the back of the couch as I pound into her from behind.

My hand goes to her clit and works it at the same time as I fuck her.

Her hand joins mine as she comes all over me.

Her juices gush over my cock, leaking out and down my balls.

“You just soaked me,” I grit between clenched teeth, holding on until she’s done before pulling out and gripping my cock.

She looks over her shoulder at me as I come on her ass.

My hand moves up and down my cock, shooting my cum on her.

“You know that I can’t move now,” she announces, pushing her ass into my cock, “or I’ll drip cum all over my brand-new couch.

” She moves her hand to her ass, rubbing my cum into her skin.

“Is it all in there?” she asks, and I nod as she then licks her fingers clean.

“I need a shower.” She moves to me, kissing under my chin before walking toward the stairs.

“You know what else you need?” I turn toward the stairs and follow her up there.

“My cum down your throat.” I chase her as she laughs all the way to the bathroom.

The shower takes us so long that the water turns ice cold by the time I get out, leaving her moving from one foot to the other to rinse off the soap.

“I’m freezing,” she grumbles, coming out of the shower, and I wrap her in a white towel.

“What do you want to eat for dinner?” I ask as she dries herself off. I watch her, and it suddenly dawns on me that she might not be here for the long haul.

“What just happened?” she asks, noticing right away. “You went from all smiling to pale and looked like you were going to throw up.”

“What are we doing?” I wrap a towel around my waist as she wraps one around her chest.

“I thought we were going to check what we were going to eat for dinner,” she answers softly.

“After that,” I start to say, trying not to freak out but scared as fuck she’s just going to leave me. “And then what?”

“Dessert.” She laughs.

“No, Sierra,” I say, “I mean, after you find your parents, what is going to happen?” I put my hands on my hips. “Are you going to stay here, or are you leaving and going back to your old house?”

“What?” she whispers.

“I just started the business here,” I say, and confusion is written all over her face.

My mouth just spews out words, and I don’t even know if I’m making any sense, really.

“I can’t just up and leave, and now with you and starting this thing with you.

I don’t even…” I close my eyes, trailing off.

“I’m in love with you.” The gasp that leaves her lips is hard for me to hear, and her hand goes to cover her mouth.

“Yeah, so I’m really wondering what is going on here? ”

“You love me?” she asks, and now I’m the one who is confused by it.

“Did I not just say I did?”

“Yes, but you also were ranting, so I just let you go, but you said it.” She points at me. “You said you love me.”

“Yeah, I did,” I acknowledge. “I also told my parents about you today.”

“Oh my.” She puts her hand on her forehead.

“And I want you to come and meet them.”

“But—”

“Do you not feel the same way about me?” I ask, the floor feeling like it’s being pulled from under my feet. “It’s fine if you don’t. I just wanted you to know how I feel about you.”

“I’m staying here,” she says, “because even though I didn’t grow up here, I feel like this is my home.

” She smiles as the tear escapes the corner of one eye.

“And with you, it just solidified it. This is where my home is supposed to be.” She smiles through the tears.

“I haven’t told my parents about you, but I will.

Tomorrow.” She walks to me. “I love you, Caleb.” She puts her hands on her hips.

“And for the rest of my life, I’m going to have to live with the fact that you said it first, and that really fucking pisses me off.

” I can’t help but laugh, pulling her to me.

“Unless, if you really love me, you would say I said it first.”

I bend down to kiss her lips, but right before, I retort, “Not a chance in hell, baby.” I rub my nose to hers. I said it first, my lips hovering over hers, saying, “I love you.”

I walk into the bathroom and see her standing at her side of the sink, the hair dryer going as she brushes her roller brush through it. “You want to go out tonight?” I ask her, and she looks at me in the mirror.

“Go out?” she asks me. “Where?”

“How about we head over to the bar?” I say. “We can also get something to eat.”

“Okay,” she says, “I’ll be ready in about thirty minutes. Be ready to be romanticized.”

I chuckle. “Okay, baby, whatever you say.” I turn and head over to the closet, slipping on a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. I’m snapping my watch shut when she comes into the closet, and the robe isflying away from her legs.

“Wait for me downstairs,” she tells me, and my eyebrows pinch together. “I want what I’m wearing to be a surprise.”

“Okay”—I turn to walk out of the closet—“but wear something I can tear off easily under it.”

She gasps. “You will not rip any of my things off.” She shoos me away with both her hands. “Go away.”

“Fine,” I say, walking back to her and holding her face in my hands as I kiss her lips, “I can’t wait for me to be romanticized.” My hands move from her face around to her ass, squeezing it and pulling her into me. “Is that code for we’re going to do nasty things to each other tonight?”

“You always do nasty things to me.” She pushes me away.

“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” I say, turning and walking out of the room. “Maybe we can take out the purple friends, and I can.”

“Caleb!” she shouts my name. “Get out!”