Unconditional

I shake my head. “No.”

“Well, show’s over for now because I need my mouth on your pussy.” He lifts me into his arms and then up even higher, pushing me against the wall and letting my legs rest over his shoulder.

“Oh my God, Cal!” I squeal, just as his tongue licks up the wetness that has trickled down my thighs. The tip of his tongue traces the trail, stopping just shy of my sex before moving to the other leg. I’m just about to ask him to put his mouth where I need it, when his lips find my folds. His hands are under my butt and his tongue is everywhere. It’s crazed, frenzied, and borderline insane the way he’s tasting me. Like a starving man that’s been placed in front of food for the first time in years.

But Jesus, he knows what he’s doing.

I can almost touch the ceiling with how high up I am, and when I look down, I realize just how far I am off the ground. “You’re so…strong…you’re a god, Cal Grayson. Holy fuck.”

“You make me feel like a god,” he murmurs against my sex, slowing his wild movements to slow controlled ones. His tongue snakes from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to my clit, before he sucks it into his mouth and I let my head fall back against the wall. “And I’ve been dying for a taste of you since last night.”

“Oh fuck.” The sounds that Cal and my pussy are making are so erotic and sinful that it makes me blush, and when I look down and make eye contact with him, I detonate. His eyes never leave mine as I come, and somehow, I manage to keep my eyes open the entire time. Watching him, watch me. Our eyes locked together for what seems like an eternity during this intimate moment.

He pulls away from my sex and allows me to slide down his body, to the point where we are face to face. I wrap my legs and arms around him and he presses me back against the wall. His lips are wet and smell of my arousal, and I watch as he licks me off of them. “I love you,” he tells me and my heart flutters just as it always does in these moments.

His ability to swing from this possessive caveman to this sweet lover is one of the things I love about him. “I love you, and I hate being away from you. Thank you for coming to get me,” I whisper.

He walks us into the living room, leaving our clothes by the door and sits on the couch with me in his lap. His cock is still hard as granite so I line myself up with the tip and slide down on his shaft until he’s completely sheathed inside. “Fuck.” He grips my hips and begins to bounce me on his cock, sliding me up and down, my breasts bouncing with every thrust. He lets go of my hips to grab both breasts, bringing me closer to his mouth and flicks his tongue against the hard nubs as he continues to fuck me.

“Cal!” I throw my head back as he fucks me deeper, harder and faster.

“You’re so perfect, Jesus Christ, Madeline.”

My full name sets my body on fire. My eyes snap open and I quirk an eyebrow at him. He must sense where I’m going because he lets his head fall back and a growl leaves his lips. “Say it, baby.” He grabs the back of my head and presses our foreheads together. “Say it.”

“Daddy,” I breathe out.

“Fuck.”

“Daddy, please.”

“Please what, baby. Tell me what you need and Daddy will take care of it. Whatever it is.”

“I need you to come, Daddy…” I press my lips to his neck before flicking my tongue out and running it along his pulse point. I nibble on his ear. “Come inside me.”

His thrusts get erratic as he chases his orgasm. He pulls my face away from his neck and captures my lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue thrusts into my mouth at a speed that matches our movements. I know he’s close, which is why I’m shocked when he switches our position to me on my back and my leg over his shoulder. But in this position, he can fuck me so much deeper.

My eyes roll back just as his dick hits that spot that only this position allows and I begin to spasm in his arms.

“That’s my good girl.” He groans. “Come for me, baby.”

“Oh my God, yes, yes…” I shut my eyes, but they fly open when I feel a hand rubbing my nipple again.

“Sweet girl,” he mumbles. “So fucking sweet.” He reaches down and grabs my face and pulls me in for a kiss, all the while my leg is still over his shoulder.

Thank God, I was a dancer or I’d be fucked later.

Our tongues battle for dominance, but he wins. He always wins. His tongue strokes mine slowly and I feel my body beginning to build again. I pull away from his lips. “Cal, please,” I moan.

I stretch my toes, flexing and pointing my feet as hard as they can go as my body craves the imminent release that is seconds away. “I’m there with you, baby.” He presses his forehead to mine as I dig my nails into his back, my body shaking under the force of his thrusts.

“Oh my God, I’m going to come,” I cry out. He groans out my name from the bite of my fingertips and I feel his cock swell and release, flooding my insides. I’m a few seconds behind him, the moment his finger finds my clit. After two rubs over the swollen bundle, I’m shattering around him and screaming his name. My body is wound so tight in expectation of the release that the relief is so delicious it makes me feel as if I’m flying. My eyes flutter closed as my body, now loose and languid, floats back down to Earth. “Holy shit, Cal.”

He’s still leaning over me, his cock still inside of me as he slowly pulls out. He taps his dick against my clit and I twitch and squeal in response to his touch on my sensitive flesh.

He moves up my body and nestles in behind me. Pulling the blanket over us and spooning me. “Do you want to continue this upstairs?”

Several hours later, I’m sliding out of bed trying not to wake the sleeping man who’d just fucked the life out of me not even an hour ago, when familiar warm hands encase around my middle and pull me back to bed. “Where are you going? I’m nowhere near finished with you.” His lips find my neck and suck at the space that never fails to send a sizzle through me. I close my eyes reveling in the feeling of that sinful mouth. His erection presses into my backside and the space between my legs throbs with need.