Stolen Course(30)

“No, carry on. I’m enjoying this.” He pushes me away, his thick cock slapping his stomach as he shifts all the way to the top of the bed.

I watch him for a minute to see if he is patronizing me, but his hands clenching the sheet beside him give him away.

Carry on. My. Fucking. Pleasure.

I stalk up his body like he's my prey. Stopping at his cock, I slide my tongue over my lips—making sure my breath hits him, but nothing else. Just as I hoped, it twitches, and he lets out a groan. Darting my tongue, I slide it up his hard shaft and back down the other side.

“Fuck, Emmy.”

Caleb's muscles tighten under my legs, and I smile as I wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock and quickly devour him—sliding him all the way to the back of my throat. I hear a strangled, “Fuck,” growled from above me. He tastes so good that I hum my approval around him.

“Emmy, fuck...” Like a flash, he reaches down and grabs me under the arms. He slings me up the bed and rolls so he tops me. “I get it. You want to run this…and as sexy as that is…that’s not the way it’s going to happen.”

“Really? I beg to differ.” I sling a leg over his hips and forcefully roll him over to his back.

He lets out a quick laugh but goes over easily. “Oh, Emmy. I love to hear you beg,” he says, humorously submitting to me as I push his hands over his head.

I grab the condom off the nightstand and tear it open with my teeth, I roll it down his strained erection like a pro. With one hand wrapped tightly around his dick, I run the fingers of my other hand between my legs and through my folds. My fingers slide back and forth with ease—looks like I won't need that lube after all. I position him at my entrance and slide his hard cock over my wet slit just for good measure. Catching his eyes with mine, I press his tip inside me and we both moan as I slowly sink down on top of him. I take a minute and let my body adjust to his size and catch my breath. All the moisture in the world couldn’t have prepared me for this. Fuck. Caleb Jones just claimed me without even moving.

His hands come up and grip my hips, pulling me off balance. I fall forward, catching my body with an arm by his head. My hair falls like a curtain around us. I don't take my eyes off him as I start to ride. His hands stay on my hips, flexing his fingers every few strokes. The burn starts within, and I know with this man it won't take long for my orgasm to take over. Seeking out that spot where my world falls apart, I move faster above him. His eyes go from hooded in lust to some other emotion I can't I figure out with my foggy brain. Whatever. I’ll worry about it later.

I fuck him hard, forgetting the whole screwed-up world around us.

“Damn it. Slow down, Emmy. This isn’t a race," I hear him whisper hoarsely, but I'm so lost in feeling that it sounds a million miles away.

"No, don’t stop. I’m close," I moan and greedily grind down on him. I hear him chuckle, and I flash my eyes to his. He's smirking at me. Of course he is.

“You’ve had your fun, sweetheart, but let me show you who's really in control here.”

With a yelp, I’m picked up and flipped over. Caleb somehow magically manages to stay in me the entire way over.

"Hold on to the headboard, baby." The look in his eye has me complying without question.

Fucking me hard, fast, and deeper than I ever thought possible, he shows me exactly who’s in control, and as much as I want to hate it—I fucking love every second.

A sheen of sweat covers his body, and I rake my nails down his back as I quicken.

"Oh God, Caleb!" I writhe under him.

I hear him growl as I tighten around his dick. With one last thrust, he stills and shakes as he empties his release inside me. It feels like he is coming forever, but he finally drops on top of me with a sigh. With a sated smile, he kisses my lips several times before looking into my eyes.

"That, Emmy, was one hell of a good time.”

I give Caleb my best sexy smile and pull him down so he hovers just over my lips. "You are a fucking asshole, Caleb Jones, but I think I love your cock."

I feel him as he laughs out loud. His whole body shakes, and the movement sparks something inside me anew.

“Round two?” I ask, rolling my hips as he softens inside me. My words only cause him to laugh harder.

“Shit. As much as I’d like to say hell yeah, I think it’s wiser for me to start a cold shower for you, because it’s going to be a few minutes before I’m up for more. Jesus, woman. That was amazing.”

He steals the words right out of my mouth. Although I would have used an exclamation point.





STARING UP at Emma’s flawless body, I know that another round is a few minutes down the agenda right now. Round one…I mean…shit. That. Was. Incredible. She drained me, and I can’t even begin to take inventory of the feelings that were flying off me. Shit. What is it about this woman that has me stumbling? Watching her try to gain control alone almost got me off. I’d love to say that I’m only interested in her for sex like I have been with every other woman since Manda, but there is no possible way for me to pretend that’s all it was. I need to take this somewhere else. Somewhere where my dick isn’t a pussy that’s getting all moist and sappy.