Page 119 of The Persistence of Thornes
“Halle?” he whispers, encouraging me to lift my hips.
“Yea—”
He wraps his arms around me and drives up into me in one smooth, hard thrust.
I scream, grasping the head rest to steady myself. “Holy fuck!”
He rolls his hips, grazing my clit with every upwardthrust, the deliciously violent moves causing colors to dance behind my closed lids.
“Fuck, baby. You’re squeezing my cock so tight. Keep that up and I won’t last long.”
“Can’t help it,” I pant, barely holding on.
He grasps my throat, holding just tight enough to disrupt the flow of oxygen as he drags my mouth to his.
Never did I think that the straitlaced man in the suit, with the tidy home and responsible car, would be this intense.
“You ride me so good,” he praises, eyes hooded. “Such a good girl.”
I whimper at the praise and gasp for air. “Caleb.”
“Tell me how good it feels.” He loosens his hold on my neck for a moment, then tightens it again. “Tell me how much you love the way I fuck you.”
“It’s so good,” I cry out. “You have no idea. You fuck me so good.”
“That’s right,” he growls. He slips his hand from my neck to my chest, his palm flat on my sternum, and guides me until my back rests against the dashboard. “No one can fuck you as good as I can.”
He finds my clit with a thumb and rubs it in time with his thrusts.
“Caleb. Oh, God.” I rake my nails down his chest, only coming to a stop when they land on his abdominals. How is he so ripped? I swear he must live at the gym when he’s in Boston. That or he works out so damn early I’ve never caught him doing it.
The hand on my hip tightens, his thumb digging in hard enough to leave a bruise. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
“To come. I need to come again.”
It’s rightthere. I’m teetering on the edge. All I need is?—
He presses his thumb firmly into my clit, and I detonate, an intense orgasm taking over, making my vision go black and my body lose all control. I crash into his chest, biting into his shoulder to quiet my scream.
Caleb doesn’t slow, his frenzied movements dragging out my orgasm far longer than seems humanly possible.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I lean back, bracing my hands on his knees, watching the way he fills me, whimpering at the sight of his length disappearing with each roll of his hips.
“That’s it, baby.” With his hands firm on my waist, he guides me. “Ride my cock.”
He swells inside me, his length dragging perfectly against my inner walls, ratcheting up my need again. If I keep this up, I’ll be rewarded with yet another orgasm.
I’ve never been this responsive to a man. It’s about so much more than just attraction. With Caleb, I have a connection unlike anything I knew existed.
A fourth orgasm sweeps me away, pulling a long, low cry from my throat. His low moans echo in my ears as his hips stutter and he pulses inside me, filling the condom.
Our breaths are out of control, our bodies sweaty. I don’t make a move to get off him, and he doesn’t encourage me to move. In fact, he wraps his arms around me like that’s the last thing he wants.
Gradually, our breaths even out and sync up. I rest my ear over his chest, letting his heartbeat settle me.
Eventually, he releases me, but I cling to him like a baby monkey, not ready to let go. He chuckles and maneuvers around me to pick up our garments from the driver’s seat.
He holds my bra up first. “Time to get dressed, baby.”
