Take Me To Bed: Bedtime Quickies Collection

She moves her hands up and down my shaft, her thumb rubbing my pre-cum all over my tip. I suck in my breath as she gently squeezes, and I know I’m not going to last long. My fingers move down her body until they make their way to her core. I slide the tip of my finger against her clit and feel her grow slick with anticipation.

“You’re always so deliciously wet for me,” I growl in desire when I insert my finger all the way inside of her and slowly start to curl it in against her g-spot. Her legs spread wider, and her moaning grows louder as she rubs her hips against my hand.

“Please, Cal,” she begs before kissing me with her hot, opened mouth. She takes the tip of my head and starts rubbing it against her opening. The need to be inside of her consumes me, and I push her onto her back to mount her.

“Fuck, Jenna,” I moan as I plunge deep inside of her. Her walls contract around me, and I have to grit my teeth to restrain myself from coming over how amazing it feels to be surrounded by her warmth. There’s no better feeling in the world than being inside the woman of my dreams. She doesn’t give a fuck about my fame or money. All she’s ever said she’s wanted is me.

Emotions rage through me as my hips start to thrust faster. My hand skims down her body, and I place my thumb against her clit, her moans telling me she loves the way it feels. I gently start rubbing her bud, and she gyrates against my hand, her walls tightening with each thrust of my cock.

“Baby, you’re going to make me come,” she whimpers, and

I lean down to kiss her, the touch of her tongue pushing me over the edge. I roughly start to pound into her, and her walls clench tighter together.

“Yes, Cal, yes!” she screams out her orgasm, and my body reacts with its own release spilling into her. She grabs my ass to bring me closer and squeezes as her body continues to convulse around me. My heart feels like it’s ready to explode with how hard it’s pounding. As soon as I’m able to catch my breath, I roll on my back and moan from the loss of her warmth. I take her with me and have her cuddle into my side. We lay there and just hold each other, enjoying the feeling of being satisfied.

But with Jenna, the feeling of being satisfied never lasts, and it won’t be long until I have to have her again.

“This is exactly what I wanted for today - laying in this bed with your arms wrapped around me.” I look over at her and see all the love that she has for me radiating out of her eyes. “I don’t need or want anything but you,” she tells me and I’m the one who feels blessed to call this magnificent creature mine.

I turn to my side so that we’re facing each other. I stare into her beautiful brown eyes, the eyes that own my soul.

“I’m yours, Jenna. Always and forever.”

Want to read all about Cal and Jenna’s love story? Heartbreak Warfare is the first book in the Let Me In series and is only $0.99. Grab your copy today to start at the very beginning of their journey.

They also make an appearance in Perfectly Lonely and Edge of Desire, books 2 and 3 of the Let Me In series.

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Obsession

Flora Burgos

Obsession.

Stalking.

And explosive passion.

It's only crazy if it's one sided.

1

I walked out of the grocery store, leading the way to my car. Clicking the button on my key fob to open the trunk, I moved to the side and waited as the bag boy unloaded my cart.

I always felt awkward, just standing there, waiting, not speaking, but I didn’t want to get in my car while he loaded everything in. That felt a little too pretentious. So, I stood around and scanned the parking lot, looking for my mysterious follower.

That was when it caught my eye.

The sleek, black, low-slung motorcycle had insanely high handlebars, and gold artwork that made it look like gargoyle heads were lunging through the metal.