Yours Completely (Reign 2)

“Oh, God,” I moaned, the little jolt of pleasure was all I needed for a dose of lust to surge.

“Already wet for me, Kitten?” he said, and I could feel him grin against my skin. “I want to feel it.” He parted my folds so that my clit was directly against his hard cock, then thrust slightly to run that hard shaft along my most sensitive spot.

“Cal,” I gasped his name. The feel of his ridged steel against my hot center made white flecks of pleasure pop behind my eyes.

I rocked against him, sliding myself up and down his length, my own moisture making a slick path and taking me higher and higher. With his hands on my hips, he continued to move me up and down, slowly, so that I could feel the entirety of him against my wet flesh without him actually breaching. His mouth found my nipple again and sucked.

I threw my head back, loving the bliss of being in control and on top while pleasure was delivered by a big strong man happy to give it.

He’d said he’d waited?

I thought of the first night we met. His kiss. How his body was so strong and I felt safe and weightless.

I was getting closer. Grinding my way to the brink of coming and not wanting to look back.

Just before I was there, Cal moved me. Holding onto my hips, he slid me up his body, my pussy running over very hard abdominal muscles, to his chest, then finally to his neck.

“You’re not coming without me tasting it this time,” he rasped, and positioned my spread legs on either side of his head, my center in line with his mouth. With his hands splaying over my ass, he brought me down, sheathing me on his tongue.

“Oh, God, yes!”

He rocked me back and forth, helping me fuck his mouth. My hands flew to my breasts and cupped them, pinching my nipples a little and loving the wet sting Cal had left behind.

I whipped my hips faster, riding his tongue and getting lost to the amazing pleasure and power. He was so big, so strong, and yet I rode him. Sought my own pleasure while he laid there, giving it.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his biceps flex as he held me, his tattoo moving with every twitch of his muscles. Just the sight of all his sexy strength brought me higher. His hands left my skin, and I heard a rustling of clothes and rip of cellophane. I glanced behind me to find Cal had kicked off his pants and was putting on a condom.

Always loved a multi-tasker.

He licked wildly at my clit and the heat that had been building erupted to a boiling point. As he flicked the tiny bundle of nerves over and over, my orgasm swept me up like a tidal wave and crashed so hard that my entire body shuddered. Just as the intensity hit, his hands were back on my hips, and in one quick swoop, yanked me down his body, spearing me with his massive cock.

I screamed his name.

One second I was coming around his mouth, and now I was coming around his cock. And it didn’t end.

He surged deep, his big hands encompassing my waist, bouncing me up and down as he thrust hard. It was too much and not enough, all at the same time. My inner walls were still spasming and milking him from what was an endless orgasm.

“Oh, Cal, it’s not stopping.” I clawed at his chest, trying to find balance in any way I could.

“Good,” he said with a sly rasp.

I didn’t know if the first orgasm stopped and new one began, or if it was all the same one, but a fresh dose of sparks lit up my skin and my body shot bright with pleasure. I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. I leaned forward, my breasts meeting his chest, and he wrapped his arms around me, continuing to fuck me like he couldn’t get enough. I couldn’t get enough either, but I was reeling from an endless bombardment of ecstasy.

I let him take over. Let the pleasure roll over me with no way to prevent or stop any of it. And I didn’t want to. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt.

I kissed him, soft and slow, so contradictory to how he was taking me. Fast and hard and completely.

“Say it, Lana,” he growled, pumping in and out.

My mouth didn’t leave his, my lips resting on his like a pillow. I flicked my tongue, taking a taste of him.

“Say what?” I whispered.

He plunged his tongue into my mouth, taking all my breath and bringing on even more pleasure. I was lost. Consumed. Limp and happy to let him just take me. Fuck me. Kiss me. Own me however he wanted. I just took it. Couldn’t think better or worse of it. I couldn’t think at all.

“Tell me who makes you feel this way.” He thrust hard and stayed deep, stirring until I moaned.

“You do,” I said, kissing his lower lip. “You do, Cal.”