Page 107 of Untouchable

He smiled as if he admired her response. “Fair enough.” His stared down at her body again. “Damn, your ass is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. And you’re just dying for me to spank it, aren’t you?”

The most frustrating thing was he was right. She was so aroused that her juices were dripping down her inner thighs now, and her bottom kept pushing up toward him very slightly.

“You always did like a firm hand.” He reached out toward her but held his hand still just over her butt. “Just ask me, and I will.”

She panted desperately, trying to resist. This man wasn’t just her lover. He was also her enemy. But it didn’t seem to matter at all. She heard herself gasping, “Please. Please, now.”

He gave her bottom a firm spank, and the pleasure uncoiled from the sharp impact.

“Again,” she cried, pushing her bottom up toward his hand.

He spanked her again, the smack loud in the room and the sensation stinging.

“Again.”

On the third spank she came, all the pressure unleashing around nothing.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, as she shook and moaned. He dropped the towel and pulled aside her panties to slide himself inside her.

The penetration was thick and substantial in her already tight pussy, and she cried out loudly as the pleasure erupted again.

He fucked her through the orgasm, hard and fast and rough. And then he lifted her upper body, wrapping one arm around her, and they rocked together tightly as the angle of penetration shifted.

She watched as her face twisted with helpless pleasure, completely letting go of any restraint she’d intended to cling to.

“Oh, Blossom, you feel so good when you come for me,” he was murmuring against her ear. “Oh fuck, nothing has ever felt as good as you.”

And her heart and her mind and her body all let loose, overwhelmed by him, unable to resist the power of his claim on her.

She couldn’t look away from his face behind hers in the mirror. His eyes were hot and possessive as they crawled over her body, and occasionally he would clench his jaw and suck in a wet breath through his teeth.

Kelly was breathing erratically too, but the deepest of her pleasure was already past. Her hair was all over the place, strands sticking to her back, her arms, and her warm, damp face. And she had the most overwhelming feeling of ownership as she watched and felt Caleb claim what he needed in her body.

“Yeah, Caleb,” she urged him huskily, her eyes never leaving his face in the mirror. “Yeah. You come too.”

He was beyond words now, just making primitive sounds of pleasure and dominance in rhythm with the slapping of his pelvis against her ass.

Then he suddenly bared his teeth and his whole body clenched like a fist.

And Kelly saw it—every detail. Saw the intense pleasure slam into him, saw it overwhelm the tension on his face with waves ofrelease. Saw the way his nostrils flared and his neck arched back as his body thrust forward one last time.

She was whimpering in pleasure, both from the physical sensations and from the power of his climax.

When Caleb finally slid his softening cock out of her, Kelly felt warm, limp, and replete. But she had enough wit about her to slant him a teasing look and quip, “Well. I guess someone is feeling macho and caveman-like this evening. But I declare, just for the record, that you still cheated.”

He gave her a smug look of satisfaction. “I don’t think so.”

“I didn’t come until you touched me.”

“You would have. But you were begging me to touch you, and I’ve always had a soft heart.” The irony in his tone was obvious. Caleb Marshall had never been known for having a soft heart.

She couldn’t help but laugh. “As good as that was, now I’m all messy to go to the party. And I’ll have to redo my hair and makeup.”

“You don’t need to redo your makeup.” He looked sated and slightly flushed but otherwise in better shape than her. He’d reached for the tuxedo he was going to wear this evening. “Or your hair.”

Drawing her brows together, Kelly peered at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were deeply pink, and her skin was a little too dewy. And her hair was a tousled mess, cascading all around her. “You have got to be kidding. I at least need to powder my face. And my hair?—”

Caleb had put his pants on, but now he moved up behind her again. His body was relaxed now, but she could still feel heat radiating off of it. “Leave your hair like that,” he said huskily, skimming the side of her face with a few kisses.