His gaze zeroed in on her exposed pussy. His mouth was practically watering as he gently ran a finger through her wetness, coating it with her juices. She was drenched. Maddie's fingers curled into his shoulder when he began circling her sensitive little clit with his thumb, her soft moans filling the room. The sounds went straight to his cock.
Maddie didn't contain her cry when he sucked her clit between his lips.
"Oh my God," she breathed.
Caleb groaned at the taste of her and knew that he'd quickly become addicted to it. He hadn't eaten pussy since Victoria even though he'd been with plenty of women since. With them, he'd never particularly cared about their pleasure. He'd fucked them to get what he wanted and if they got off on it too, then fine. When it came to Maddie, he already knew that he'd eat her out any chance he got.
He slipped a finger into her tight sheath, feeling her walls close around him. This time, he knew that he would need to prepare her better.
Mercilessly, he lapped at her, alternating between focusing on her clit or finger fucking her or both. Maddie's whole body was shaking and every time she exhaled, she moaned, seeming unable to help herself. Caleb knew she was right on the edge, so he slowed his movements, kissing the inside of her thighs, feeling how soaked they were.
His gaze roamed up upwards, eyes catching on her flushed skin, her heaving breasts, her glassy eyes, and parted lips.
"Look at yourself in the mirror, princess," he growled, his breath gliding over her folds. Her wide, unfocused gaze darted forward to do as he asked. "I want you to watch as I bring you to the edge over and over again. But I won't let you come until later."
"Now, t-that's just cruel."
"It'll be worth the wait," he promised, smirking.
And then she cried out when he curled his finger inside her, nudging her G-spot, and Caleb had never heard a sweeter sound.
True to his word, he brought her to the edge over and over and over again until they were both gleaming with sweat and Maddie began to mindlessly beg. Her head thrashed from side to side, damp hair sticking to her forehead, knees on the verge of buckling, and Caleb knew it wouldn't take much to set her off. She grew so sensitive that Caleb only had to lightly blow on her clit and she would be a second away from coming. It was the highest form of erotic power. Caleb was addicted.
But he knew it was finally time to put her out of her misery. He didn't even know how much longer he could last. Her moans and cries filling his ears had him on the edge. His cock was throbbing so hard that it felt like it had its own damn heartbeat.
Maddie's eyes showed her distress when he rose from the floor, scooping her up in his arms to keep her legs from giving out. Carrying her to the bed, the taste of her still on his tongue, he snatched up the belt he'd left there and laid her down. A moment later, he had her secured to the headboard, her wrists bound, her body completely exposed to him.
Gazing down at the space between her legs, he noted how aroused she was. She was absolutely dripping, her plump lips engorged with blood. Pink and lovely. One touch and she'd climax immediately.
"You wanna come, princess?" he rasped.
Her pants were heavy in the quiet room and she squirmed in his belt. "Y-yes, Caleb. Please. I-I can't take much more."
He gave her a dark grin, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down his legs, his briefs shortly following until he was as naked as she was. His cock bobbed against his taut abdomen, the tip gleaming with precum. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been this hard, except when he'd been with her the first time.
When her eyes fastened on his cock, he growled, "I'm just getting started, princess."
THIRTY-FIVE
Maddie felt everything … from the teasing caress of the sheets below her, to the strand of hair that fell over her shoulder, brushing her nipple, to the cool, unrelenting leather wrapped expertly around her wrists.
And she felt his eyes on her, those dark, wicked eyes that made her feel like she was slowly, slowly, slowly losing her mind.
Maddie twisted in her restraints, feeling a sharp jab of pleasure shoot through her when she clasped her thighs together. Anything. She'd do anything to orgasm. She was almost there, just one touch from Caleb and she'd be drowning in the pleasure he'd given her just a sampling of.
She'd never been so desperate to come. Caleb was standing at the end of the bed, completely naked, with those hot as hell tattoos covering the skin that she'd give anything to lick. His body was magnificent. Lean and toned from working on cars for hours on end and his long, morning runs. He was glorious … and the arrogant bastard knew it.