Page 68 of Burn

His cock pops out of my mouth with a loud smack. My eyes seek his and I’m a little shocked by the expression. They’re angry eyes. Is he angry with me? He was just treating my mouth like a jackhammer. He can’t possibly be angry about that.

Yanking me up by my shoulders, his palms slap against the wall, bracing himself as he gasps, and then his hands move and he’s yanking his jeans down around his ankles. “I need to be inside you. Right now.”

Tearing my shirt over my head, I unbutton my pants and step carefully out of them and then neatly fold them before placing them on the bucket. Panties and bra too.

Did you believe that?

Probably not. I rip all that off and toss it where ever the fuck it goes. I think my bra is actually hanging above my head on the mop and my panties are caught the door handle.

But in record speed, I’m completely naked before Caleb with only my black heels on. Left those on for the appeal and to be taller. Again, I have no idea how Izzy Bizzy and Gigantor get it on. This being the same height works well for fucking up against a wall. Which is what I assume we’re doing because no way in hell am I lying on this floor.

Pulling his wallet from the back of his jeans, he removes a condom, ripping it open with his teeth, discarding the plastic wrapper over his shoulder, just as carelessly as he did his shirt earlier.

Nothing is said between us. He’s far too caught up in his own need at that point to say anything. Breathing heavily is about all he could do. But then he puts the condom between my lips.

“Put it on with your mouth,” he demands, his hands on the tops of my shoulders as he pushes me down to my knees.

At the possessive touch of his hands as they clenched my shoulders, I certainly don’t deny him. The last of the latex is bitter, but I do exactly what he says.

Have I ever told you about the time I inhaled a condom?

I won’t, right now, but let’s just say going to the ER because you’ve inhaled a latex condom and you’re worried it might possibly be caught in your lungs isn’t the story you want your mom finding out from an ER doctor when you’re fifteen.

I know what you’re thinking, Mila, why would it be in your lungs?

Admittedly, I think I failed high school health class for a reason. I don’t even think I went to that class after the word penis was mentioned.

Internally, I go through the pointers the concerned lady from Planned Parenthood gave me when I told her what happened with the condom inhale years later. She flat out told me, don’t swallow it. Yeah, I could have told you that one.

With the tip facing the back of my throat, I roll it on with my lips and rather proud of doing it without inhaling the condom.

Caleb sighs, a small groan falling from his lips before he’s yanking me back up.

Lifting my legs back around his waist, Caleb widens his stance, one hand supporting my weight on him and the other guiding himself inside of me as his captivating stare intensifies.

It takes me a second to adjust to him, but when I do, he moves inside of me. It’s everything and so much more than I had imagined this last week. The buildup from last night to this morning has amplified this rush of emotions to the point where I’m gasping for a breath of air only he can give me.

I’m sure he’s never fucked a woman like this before because if he had, he’d have a harem of women around him every second of the day with their legs spread, begging for more.

Cursing under his breath, Caleb slams into me, over and over again, knocking over mops, brooms . . . Hell, anything within a two-foot radius of us is either broken or on the ground.

Inside of me, lightning spreads through my veins, sending every nerve reacting to his hungry kisses and the impatient way he can’t seem to stop himself.

Shocking evergreen eyes so lust-stricken they appear black, lock on mine. It’s the way he’s watching me with a darkness that sets my body on fire, and the way his chest flexes with each movement, the muscles in his stomach contracting, letting go, contracting again, like a shock absorbing motion.

My hands go wild, tugging at his shoulders in an attempt to have him closer, scratching at his skin, leaving red marks in their wake.

Caleb doesn’t even flinch.

Even when I see blood from my nails, he doesn’t seem to care.

“Let go, now,” he demands, voice gravelly, squeezing my hips so hard I can feel the muscles in my thighs protesting against it, screaming to let go. “Or I’m going to come before you do. And if I do, I’m going to pull out before that happens and make you fuckin’ drink it.”

Oh shit. And why do I want to see that happen?

His words hit me right between the legs as I toss my head back against the wall as pleasure shoots through my nerves. It rocks through me, everywhere, all at once, nearly blinding. I can’t open my eyes, let alone see Caleb’s face, but I notice the hitch in his breathing when he gasps as he pushes himself deeper, his body tensing and then he pulls out and rips the condom off and tosses it on the floor.

I’m alarmed at the change and want to tell him he’s smoking french fry crack if he thinks he’s going to come inside of me without a condom on. But when he pushes down on my shoulders, I understand what he’s doing. He wants to finish in my mouth, and I’m not sure how I feel about that because hello, he was just inside of me.

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