Flawless Prize

“Silly girl. That wasn’t a question.”

This time, he slides the wand inside me. I exhale in relief, the cool metal a balm against my inferno. This, I can take. It’s slim, too small to work me up, if I just—

Caleb lowers his mouth and licks up against my clit. Swirling, lapping. Devouring me.

I cry out, in pleasure or pain I’m not sure, but he doesn’t stop. Swirling his tongue over my tender bud over and over until I’m coming again, sobbing into the sheets.

I can’t believe it. Four orgasms, milked from my body under his expert hands.

No other man has ever come close.

“Damn, you taste so sweet,” Caleb’s voice rumbles against me. He nips at my thigh, then lazily laps my clit again. “Juicy as a peach.”

I loll back in the pillows, lost in the afterglow. Endorphins are flooding through me, thick in my veins.

Never mind a day at the spa; one hour with Caleb Sterling is like running a marathon and getting a full-body massage, all in one.

I’m so blissed out, I barely notice he’s still licking at me.

Not until the wand vibrates to life again.

My body jolts.

It’s still inside me, cool metal buried in my wet heat. The rumbling buzz vibrating against my inner walls now, Caleb angling it deep inside to hit that sweet spot—

“Ahhhh!”

I arch off the bed, but Caleb shoves me back down. Then his mouth is on me again, ravenously lapping at my clit. Fuck. I grip the sheets in shock. I can’t come again. I can’t. There’s no way in hell—

“God, yes!” I cry out, as the vibrations and his mouth and God, that wicked tongue bring my body roaring to another crescendo. He closes his lips around my clit and sucks, and fuck, the world explodes again.

I crash back onto the bed with a moan, my body aching with pleasure.

Surely that was the last one.

“See?” Caleb’s voice is casual, like we’ve been taking a stroll through the park. “You don’t know how much you can take, baby. But we’re not done yet.”

He flips my body suddenly, rolling me so I’m facedown on the bed.

“We won’t be done until you come screaming on my cock.”

I’m spent and limp as he moves behind me, lifting my hips and positioning himself. I feel the nudge of his cock at my entrance, then he’s sinking inside me, all the way to the hilt.

I moan. Despite my exhaustion, it still feels like heaven, him moving inside me. The thick stretch of him. The sweet friction as he buries himself deep.

And he’s right.

I thought I didn’t have another orgasm in me, but already, my body is responding to his invasion; thrusting back against him of its own accord, taking him deeper, tightening in pleasure.

Caleb pulls me up, so I’m pinned against his chest as he thrusts up inside me.

He takes my hand and presses it against my abdomen. “Feel that?” he growls, driving into me again. I’m shocked to feel the outline of his cock, pressing against our hands. “That’s how it feels to be fucked by a real man. So big, your body’s fighting to take it. So deep, you’ve never been fucked like this before.”

God, yes.

He moves his hand lower, to pet my still-sensitive clit. “No,” I whimper, squirming to get away. “It’s too much, I can’t—”

“You can, and you fucking will.”