When he pulls his jeans down, his cock springs free. My eyes stay glued to it as he kicks them away before he wraps his hand around it.
“Calder.” I gasp. “I don’t think…” I trail off.
“It has to.” He groans. I watch as he strokes himself a few times. A drop of cum leaks from the head. I lick my lips, wondering what he tastes like. “No,” he grunts, answering my question before I can ask it. “I won't last.”
The bed creaks as he climbs back into it. He drops down over me. His cock brushes against my thigh. I open my mouth to tell him I’ve never done this before, but he kisses me. I sigh against his mouth, wrapping my arms around him. I love the taste of myself on his lips. A possessiveness fills me, wanting to be the only one ever on his lips. To claim this cowboy as my own.
He reaches between us, dragging the head of his cock against my clit. I let out a small gasp. He thrusts it back and forth, pushing me toward another orgasm as his tongue strokes in and out of my mouth in a slow, sweet kiss.
“Want you to come again,” he grits out. My eyes lock with his, and I watch him fight for control. “Give it to me. Let me hear you,” he demands. My body responds to his command.
“Calder!” I cry out as another orgasm hits me. Lost in pleasure, I feel him slip the head of his cock down and start to press inside of me. He mutters something about he’s not going to last.
“You’re going to unman me.” He stops when I tense up. Even with only the head of his cock inside of me, I already feel so stretched. His head jerks up when he realizes I’m a virgin.
“Take it,” I breathe.
“Birdie.” He growls my name before he thrusts through my virginity. “Fuck.”
A small gasp leaves me, but the pain isn’t as much as I thought it would be. Not with my body still humming from the orgasm. A low groan comes from him before warmth spills inside of me. I can’t help but love how fast I made him come.
“That was—”
He cuts me off by kissing me. “We’re only getting started.” He pulls out and thrusts back inside of me, still hard. I gasp as I get lost in the pleasure he gives me.
Chapter Eleven
Calder
I can’t keep away. Every night I go to her room where I strip off her clothes and dick her down until she can’t move. I lick her cunt, suck her tits, drive my cock into her so hard her teeth rattle. I’ve had her on the bed, on the floor, up against the door, leaning against a dresser, on all fours in front of the fireplace, sliding around in the bathtub. I’ve never felt better.
She seems in a good mood, too.
“Rise and shine, sleepyhead.” I slap her sheet-covered ass.
She opens one eye and then immediately closes it. “No.” She pulls the sheet up over her head. The motion exposes the deep divide between her ass cheeks. I slide my finger between her legs and stroke her cunt, delving inside that warm, juicy cavern. She grows wet almost immediately, and the sounds of my finger fucking harden my cock. I palm myself with my free hand and squeeze.
“Damn. If I didn’t have a meeting this morning about mineral rights in some land we’re buying in Turkey, I’d finish this.”
“You’re mean,” comes a muffled statement.
“Little bit,” I admit. “Some edging never hurt anyone.” I pull out and lick her essence off my fingers. “Don’t touch your pussy today. That’s mine.”
“We’ll see.”
I tap her ass. “You listen to me, girl. If you aren’t panting and dripping at the end of the day, I’ll know you took matters into your own hands. If that happens, I’ll cherry this ass so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week. Now be a good girl and get dressed. Sterling will be here soon with the girls from town to get fitted for their catering getup.” His high school friends are going to be the wait staff for the event. “I’ll see you later.”
I force myself to leave so I don’t maul her again. Down in my office, Tucker is waiting with the video feed set up. He scowls as I walk in.
“You gonna be mad forever?”
“You still messing with that girl? Then yes.” He jerks out a chair.
“Nothing’s happened, and nothing is going to happen. You’re worrying for nothing.”
Tuck doesn’t give me any response, which makes for a tense meeting. We’re both on edge, and the negotiations don’t go smoothly. We don’t like what we’re hearing from the other parties. Hours go by with unsatisfactory offers being tendered. By lunchtime, Tuck and I are ready to walk away. The other side gets us to agree to table the deal until next week.