Cale (Walk of Shame #3)(22)

“I’ve been waiting so long to be inside you, Rile. Are you sure you want this?” He rubs his thumb over my bottom lip as I nod my head. “Say it for me. Tell me that you want me inside you. I want to hear it from your lips. I’ve waited too long not to.”

I lean my head back and moan as I feel the tip of his dick push against my opening. There’s no doubt in my mind that I want this. Not having him inside me right now is torture. “I want it, Cale. I’ve always expected you to be my first.” I lean in and whisper against his mouth, “Make love to me.”

With those words, he slowly enters me, inch by inch, him holding me so tightly that I can barely breathe.

“Oh fuck,” Cale whispers. “You’re so tight, Rile. So fucking tight.” He slowly pushes all the way in and stills, practically holding me against the wall with his dick. He’s breathing so hard right now, that I can feel his chest hammering against mine.

It hurts, but feels so good to have Cale inside of me that I don’t want him to stop. He can’t. I dig my nails into his arms, letting him know that I need a minute. “It’s so big, Cale.” I let out a calming breath. “I need a second. Don’t move.”

Being sure not to hurt me, he reaches back and tugs his shirt off and over his head, before tossing it into the grass. He grips the edge of the pool with one hand and my waist with the other. “Can I move now?”

I wrap both of my arms around his neck and squeeze, preparing myself for him to move. “Yeah,” I whisper. “I think I’m okay now.”

Pressing his lips against mine, he slowly pulls out and pushes back in, both of us moaning into each other’s mouths.

He does this a few more times, as gentle as he can, before his movements pick up, becoming more steady, until he’s consistently thrusting inside of me, making me feel so damn good that it’s surreal. Having Cale inside of me is so overwhelming that I can barely breathe from the emotions that are taking over me.

Gripping my thigh, he raises it and pushes in hard and deep, before stopping and grinding his hips. He’s so deep that I feel as if he’s about to rip me apart.

“Cale . . .” I dig my nails into his shoulder as he pulls out and shoves himself in deep again, stopping to kiss me on the lips.

“I want to fuck you so much harder, but I’m holding back, Rile.” He lifts me up with his thrust. “Can you handle it harder?”

Hearing him ask me if I can handle it harder sets me off, and suddenly all I can think about is him fucking me so hard that I’m screaming his name. I want him so bad right now. So. Bad.

“Yeah,” I say softly. “I can handle it.”

“Alright, Rile.” He wraps his hands into my hair and tugs. “Don’t be afraid to scream. I don’t give a shit who hears us. This is our moment . . . just the two of us.”

I nod my head and almost feel myself come undone when he digs his teeth into his bottom lip and begins taking me hard and deep.

All I can hear are the sounds of the water slapping between our bodies and our heavy moans. Cale works fast, slowing down once in a while to kiss me and make me feel special . . . and it does. It’s as if he knows exactly what he’s doing and he’s an expert at pleasuring women. He’s almost too good to be true, and now the thought of him being inside another woman kills me.

My thoughts cause me to dig my nails into his back roughly, instigating his movements to pick up and become harder.

“This cock is yours, Rile. No one else has had it. Never fucking forget that.” He pushes into me and stops. He’s breathing heavily, his strong chest moving up and down. “I want to come inside of you, baby.”

“Yes . . . yes.” I pull him closer to me and kiss his chest. “I want you to.”

Gripping my thigh, he pushes in even deeper and rolls his hips. He does this a few more times until I’m practically screaming and shaking in his arms, about to come.

“Yeah, Rile.” He pulls out before pushing in deep. “Come for me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze me.”

Leaning my head into his neck, I dig my nails into his back as I feel my orgasm taking over. In that moment, Cale thrusts into me a few more times before I feel the pulsations of him filling me with his own orgasm.

Knowing that no other woman has experienced this with Cale has me on some kind of high. He’s inside of me right now, holding me and kissing me. A part of me is selfish and wants to keep Cale to myself. I don’t want any other woman to experience this side of Cale.

We’re both wet and completely satisfied, holding each other tight . . . in someone else’s pool.