Kept (Castile Family 2)

“M-maybe,” she stutters.

“What kind of toy did you use to get yourself off?” Because I know no man has made her tremble like this.

“Toy? Just my fingers.”

“Poor baby. No toy? No man? Your fingers aren’t going to make you feel like this.” I circle her clit with my wet fingers and then thrust inside her cunt.

She screams. “Oh my God!” Her head falls back against my shoulder.

“That’s right. This is just a preview of how I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to slide my thick cock inside this hot little pussy until you pass out.” I finger-fuck her hard, in a relentless rhythm.

She rides my hand, just as I knew she would because she’s so fucking responsive, so fucking in tune with me. Her head might not recognize that we’re meant to be together, but her body does. Her body responds to me as if we were cut from the same cloth and stitched into two separate beings, but always meant to be put back together.

“It’s going to be so good when I’m finally inside you. So good.” I shove my two digits inside her tight hole, nearly jacking her off the ground and she comes, her pussy squeezing my fingers so hard they might fall off from lack of circulation. I wouldn’t care. Not for nothing, but this is the way I want to die—with my fingers inside of her and her screams of pleasure echoing in my ear.

Chapter 5

Mj

My whole body buzzes. My head rests on Cullen’s chest. The orgasm he just gave me was the best I’ve ever had. My only thought is I need another and another. There is no such thing as too many as far as I’m concerned.

“I need more.” I turn in his arms, looking up at him. His eyes are heavy-lidded. He flashes me that dimple before he lightly kisses my lips. It isn’t enough.

“I wasn’t done.” The way he says it makes it sound like he’ll never be done. Right now I wouldn’t fight him on it. He can have his way with me if he can make me come like that over and over again.

“You want to come on my tongue here or in the bedroom? Because I’m dying to get a taste of that sweet pussy, shortcake.” My nipples pucker as I press into his chest trying to get as close to him as humanly possible. My body is on autopilot since the orgasm. I’m unable to think or form complete sentences. I am mad at my own hand. Why hasn’t it done a better job this entire time?

“Bedroom?” That’s the best I can get out of myself at this point.

He lifts me easily in his arms, carrying me toward the hallway. He goes for the door that’s not painted pink. There are only two bedrooms so it’s not hard to figure it out. Once inside, he places me on the bed while he discards his shirt and slacks. I stare with my mouth open at his perfectly chiseled body. His eyes are locked with mine as he stalks toward me like I’m his prey. The hunger in his stare has me feeling the sexiest that I’ve ever felt in my life. I lift my shirt over my head and toss it to the floor. When he gets to the edge of the bed, his eyes run the length of my body before reaching for my pants. They are still undone, riding low on my hips. He pulls them easily down my legs until the only things I’m wearing are my bra and panties. It’s nothing fancy. From the way he looks at me, though, you’d think I was in sexy silk lingerie and not cotton ones I grabbed out of the discount bin.

“Unhook your bra for me and show me those gorgeous tits. I bet your juicy nipples can’t wait for me to suck on them.” His hands flex into fists. He’s trying to control himself. Knowing I tempt his control only adds another layer to how turned on I am right now. I want more. It’s as if I haven’t come only moments ago. I want to drown in the pleasure Cullen gave me. “Show me,” he demands. His voice gets deeper with each direction he gives me.

I reach for the clasp of my bra but apparently I’m not the only one who’s impatient. He comes down over me, unclasping it for me. It goes flying as his mouth locks around my nipple.

“Oh, shit,” I moan. He gives my nipple a small bite, the sensation going straight to my clit. I buck against him. He moves to the other, giving it the same attention. “Cullen,” I moan, needing more. My hands are everywhere. I can’t get enough of what he’s doing to me.

“I know,” he breathes out as he releases my nipple. He can feel this too. His hand tugs on my panties. They are the last thing to go, leaving me naked in the bed. “I’ll take care of you.” A small gasp leaves me as he moves down my body. I push away the sting that comes to my eyes. The five simple words I’ll take care of you have more weight than he’ll ever know.