Page 181 of Let Me In

My breath breaks.

My heart stutters.

His next thrust is just a little harder, just enough to push me past the edge.

And everything inside me shatters.

I cry out—sharp and helpless and his. My legs jerk around his waist, my back arching. My walls clench around him so tight he groans—loud, for the first time.

“That’s it,” he growls. “That’s my girl.”

He doesn’t stop moving.

Just keeps that rhythm steady. Guiding me through it, holding me through it. His mouth brushes my jaw, my temple, my cheek.

“Good girl. That’s it. Let go. I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

My first climax leaves me trembling. Wrecked. But Cal doesn’t let up, doesn’t pull back.

His hips keep moving—slow and deep—drawing out every ripple, every breathless shiver until I’m barely holding on.

I can feel my body fluttering around him.

Still pulsing.

Still so full.

“Cal—” I whisper, voice raw and wrecked.

“I know, baby,” he murmurs against my jaw. But god, he doesn’t stop. His hand slides between us, finds the sensitive spot just above where we’re joined.

His fingers move slow, circling, teasing.

I jolt—hips twitching from the overstimulation.

But he just holds me tighter.

“You’ve got more in you, little one.”

His grip tightens just slightly, one hand anchoring my hip, the other pressing low on my belly, holding me in place. His breath is ragged against my cheek, heavy with both control and need. Like he’s using every ounce of restraint not to give in completely. But this—this is him giving. Taking care of me the way only he can.

I shake my head, breathless, not sure I can take more.

But then he kisses me, and everything inside me softens.

His voice is low. Steady. That deep Daddy timbre that makes me want to be good for him. “I want you to come for me again.”

My breath catches.

“Please…”

“Let me take care of you,” he whispers. “All the way. Don’t hold back now.”

His fingers press more firmly.

And the pleasure sparks immediately—hot and overwhelming and sharp-edged in the best way. My thighs tremble around his waist, his cock still buried deep, thumb working soft circles that grow more insistent.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Just let it happen. Let it break you.”

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