Page 68 of Sweet Caroline
I let out a delirious hum, already flexing my hips back into him.
How? How can my body want more? How can I take any more?
And yet, the way he’s kissing the back of my neck has me aching to feel him inside me.
“Please…”
“There you go begging again,” he rasps against my skin, reaching around to work my clit. “For what?”
“I want…” I try, unable to bring myself to say it out loud. “Fucking hell.”
“Well, well, well,” he rumbles, then runs his tongue along the side of my neck. His fingers speed up, threatening to take me on another trip to oblivion. “She says she only swears when she’s worked up.”
My eyes shutter as I battle for my sanity. “I’m?—”
“You must be prettyworked up.” He squeezes my hip, letting out a low growl. “Look at you, grinding against me like you can’t even help it.”
“I can’t. I can’t help it.”
“You want me to fuck you, honey?”
“Yes!” I whine. “I need it.”
“C’mon, then. Ask for it.” His voice drops to a low rasp. “Ask for exactly what you want.”
It takes everything I have to align my mind with my mouth. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Fuck you until…?” His throaty drawl nearly obliterates any sense I have left.
Oh my God.
“Until you what, Caroline?” he asks again. He pulls his hand away and I sag, tensing up again with a gasp when he delivers a sudden slap to my ass. “Until you what?”
My voice is thin and desperate. “Until I come.”
“Yeah? My dirty girl wants to come all over my cock?”
“Mm-hmm.” I nod as the sound of him working his belt buckle and zipper floats through the fog of my arousal and my last two brain cells finally connect. “Condom.”
“Right. Shit.” There’s a rummaging noise beside me, the tearing of foil, and the slick sound of him rolling it on.
“Put it in me,” I hear myself say.Put it in me?“Please. Right now. I need it.”
“So impatient.” With a dark chuckle behind me, Miles delivers another slap—this time to my swollen center—sending a sharp pulse of pleasure through me. He nearly growls, “You’ll take what I fucking give you.”
“Yes, sir.”
I don’t know why I say it but, for a moment, everything goes still.
“Oh,” he almost growls. “You did not just… Holy shit, Caroline.” He nudges the crown of his cock at my opening and I almost buckle. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard for that.”
“Yes! Do it!” I twist back to watch him and his free hand grips my jaw.
“Quiet, remember?”
I nod, willing to promise whatever he wants—anything if it means he won’t make me wait another second. “Please. I’ll be so good for you.”
“My good little whore, huh?” When I only whimper in response, he asks, “You ready to get fucked?”
