Page 57 of Never Will I Ever

Kaleb’s returning grin is sinfully wicked. “Good. Just tell me if I’m going too fast.”

My body’s immediate reaction is that it’s not fast enough; it wants more. Craves it, like an addict in withdrawal. But it’s not the physical he’s talking about, and that’s what my mind catches on, if only for a moment.

For the briefest second, the darkness in my mind sneaks through the cracks and reminds me of how…wrong this is. How shameful what we’re doing is, and how disgusted I should be with myself for allowing it to happen.

But if this is wrong, then why does it feel so fucking perfect?

My brain is unable to formulate an answer, though, because Kaleb chooses that second to press his hips against me again.

A moan works its way from my throat, but he’s quick to swallow it down as his hips continue rutting into mine at a slow, seductive pace.

“God, being the one pulling those sounds from you is so much hotter than just hearing them,” he rasps, snagging my bottom lip between his teeth. “It’s fun seeing you like this. Turned on and panting beneath me.”

My cock throbs from his words and his touch but still aches for more friction.

He captures my lips again as his hand moves to my waistband, his fingers skating against my skin beneath the edge of the fabric in a way that steals all the oxygen from my lungs.

Emotions swirl within me like a tornado, each fighting for the spotlight, but the one I wasn’t expecting feels suspiciously like…relief. That even after all the shit I’ve pulled, despite all the reasons I’ve given him to hate me, he wants me the same way I want him.

Kaleb breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to meet my gaze. His cheeks are flushed with desire, and those dark-green eyes appear damn near black, dilated with lust and need.

Two fingers dip into my waistband ever so slightly, curling around the fabric.

“Can I…” He lets the unfinished question linger between us, eyes remaining locked with mine while we both take a second to catch our breath.

I want him to touch me, and while the thought terrifies me, it’s thrilling at the same time.

So I nod.

Another seductive grin spreads over his lips, and he wastes no time closing the distance between us again. His mouth is more insistent now, molding to mine before coaxing it open so his tongue can slip inside.

My stomach tightens when his hand slowly drags my sweats down past my ass, taking my briefs along with them. Cool air hits my heated, sensitive skin, causing my bare cock to twitch between us.

Then his palm wraps around me, and I damn near die on the spot.

“Fucking perfect,” Kaleb whispers as he begins stroking my length.

His hand moves up and down my shaft at a slow, leisurely pace that quickly becomes far too much like torture. Pair it with the way his lips caress my throat, and there’s nothing to prevent me from becoming a panting, leaking mess beneath him; pinned down and at his mercy.

And he doesn’t make any signs of stopping until that’s exactly what happens.

“If you like this…” A low, seductive laugh leaves him as he kisses my throat. “Fuck, let’s just say we haven’t even started making you feel good, baby.”

Some mixture of a moan and a whimper leaves me at his filthy promise—one more feral animal than human—and I’d be mortified by it if I wasn’t so fucking turned on. From the way Kaleb hums in approval, he’s rather enjoying it.

Goddamn sadist.

“Are you ready for more?” he goads.

His smile is audible through his teasing tone, and when I witness the sight in all its glory after he leans back, my stomach flip-flops like a goddamn fish. He must realize what he’s doing to me, the smug asshole, because he takes it a step further by scraping his teeth over his lower lip.

Christ, have mercy.

I nod and let out a soft hum, not sure I can manage words at the moment—even one as simple asyesorplease.

Thankfully, Kaleb doesn’t force them from me, instead pushing himself up onto his knees. I greedily drink in the sight as his toned muscles and tanned skin make their appearance, mapping every inch of him with my gaze before falling to the thick ridge bulging against his sweats.

His gaze stays trained on my face while he slowly hooks a thumb into his waistband and pushes it down until his cock springs free. He’s long and veiny, with a bead of pre-cum gathered on the mushroom tip, and if my heart rate wasn’t already kicked up a notch from the desire licking through my bloodstream, it certainly would be now.

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