Page 182 of Let Me In

I cry out again—so close, too close—his next thrust hits deeper. His strokes harder. And it’s too much. It’s everything.

And I fall. A second time.

Harder.

Faster.

A helpless sob leaves my throat as I come apart again, body arching, voice catching on his name.

“Cal—!”

And this time, his groan is so deep it’s feral. His body tenses above mine. And I know—he’s close.

I’m trembling, my limbs still shaking from the second release he coaxed from me like it was his right. And he’s still inside me. Still rock hard. Still holding on.

And I realize he hasn’t come.

My hands slide to his shoulders.

“Cal,” I whisper.

His eyes meet mine. Dark, dilated, wrecked.

But steady.

“No,” he breathes. “Not yet.”

I blink, lips parted, still gasping.

“I want you,” I say. “I want you to—”

His hand slides up my ribs. Over my chest. To my jaw.

He cups my face gently.

But his voice?

His voice is command.

“Look at me.”

His tone doesn’t rise, doesn’t need to. It’s steady and low, that unyielding Daddy timbre that roots me to the earth. My eyes lift. His eyes burn into mine—pupils blown, not demanding but anchoring, like the whole world hinges on this one moment of connection.

“You’re gonna come one more time, little one.”

My body jolts.

“I can’t—” I whisper, breath ragged. “Cal, I—”

“Yes,” he says, low. “You can. You’re gonna give it to me. One more. You’re gonna feel me when I come inside you. You’re gonna look me in the eyes and fall with me.”

My heart stutters, my breath suspended somewhere between my chest and my throat.

He thrusts again, deep. Hard.

Not fast. Not frantic. Just perfect.

“Cal…”

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