Page 118 of The Persistence of Thornes
“I…” My brain spirals.What did he ask me?
All this for me, baby?
As his words replay in my head, the warmth in my belly turns up a notch. “Yes. All for you. Only you.”
“Mmm,” he hums. “Such a good girl. You look so pretty riding my fingers, but you want my cock, don’t you?”
“Y-Yes,” I whimper, head thrown back. “Please.”
He sucks at the sensitive skin of my neck. “I really like it when you beg.” With a thumb, he presses against my clit.
Eager, desperate, so turned on, I rock against his hand once, twice, a third time, and then I come.
He silences my cries with a kiss, working his fingers into me until the orgasm fades.
“You’re so pretty when you come, Halle. You have no idea.”
He grasps my hips, urging me up onto my knees, then works my pants and underwear down, steadying me while I lift one leg, then the other, to get them off entirely.
With both hands, he grasps my bare ass cheeks and puts me right where he wants me, so my core is lined up with the thick length still encased in his jeans.
Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra, and when I slip it down my arms, he drops his head back against the seat, groaning, and takes in my bare breasts.
“It should be against the law to be this perfect,” he rasps, throat thick with desire.
I’d argue that they’re too small, too pointy rather than gently rounded. But when he looks at me like this, it’s hard not to believe every word he says. He cups my breasts, fitting them easily in his big hands.
“Caleb,” I whimper.
He rubs his thumbs against my pebbled nipples. “What do you need, baby?”
“You.” I drag my hands down his bare torso to his belt. “That’s all.”
“You have me, Halle.” He kisses me, his hands cupping my jaw. “You’ve had me far longer than you realize.”
“Fuck me,” I beg, yanking on his belt. “Please.”
He grins, kissing me again. “Whatever my girl wants.”
I add the belt to the pile of clothes on the driver’s seat and pop the button on his jeans, then slowly slide down thezipper. I’m taking my time the way he always does. Like I did as a kid, opening the few presents I received. I always cherished every part of the process.
Impatient, Caleb lifts his hips, sending me wobbling, and shoves his jeans and boxer briefs down to his knees, freeing his cock.
God, it’s beautiful. I never thought this part of the male body was all that great to look at, but Caleb has changed my mind, and he doesn’t even know it.
I trace my finger along a vein in his shaft, and he bucks his hips in response.
“Baby,” he warns. “It’d be awfully embarrassing if you made me come that easily, and believe me, I’m dangerously close.”
I lean in, mouth against his ear. “I think you meanhot. It would be insanelyhotif you came that easily.”
He zeroes in on my face, the intensity in his expression causing my skin to pebble with goose flesh.
“Grab the condom,” he commands.
Without hesitation, I snap it up and tear open the wrapper.
He takes it, and I watch with eager fascination as he fits it onto his thick cock.
