Flawless Prize

But he stops. Pulls away. Withdraws from me until I’m left so empty, I could sob. “Caleb?” I manage, glancing back in confusion. I see him reach across to the bedside cabinet and retrieve a tube of lube.

“That was just the preview, baby. Now, you get the real deal.”

I catch my breath, my heart pounding in anticipation.

I’ve never gone this far with anyone. Never wanted to. But with Caleb, there are no limits. No boundaries to our pleasure.

I want to give him everything.

“See how wet you are?” Caleb croons, reaching between my thighs to pet and probe at my clit. “You’re dripping for me. You can’t wait for me to own this ass.”

“Yes,” I gasp, thrusting back against his hand. “I want you.”

“My sweet, filthy girl,” Caleb growls in approval.

He moves behind me again, gripping my hips, spreading me wider. I feel his slick cock nudge against me, and then there’s pressure. Demanding entry. Caleb rubs my clit again in swift, deep circles, as slowly, he begins to thrust inside.

I see stars.

His fingers were incredible, but nothing could have prepared me for the feeling of his thick cock invading my ass. It’s fullness like no other. The incredible stretch, dancing to the very edge of pain.

I gasp for air, overwhelmed, but somehow, Caleb’s lightening fingers playing with my clit work me through the ache, sending pleasure mingling with the pain until he’s sheathed deep inside. Deeper than I could have ever imagined.

“Fuck, Juliet,” he groans, sounding ecstatic. “You’re taking it all.”

He starts to move, dipping into me with shallow thrusts, pulling out, and driving deeper, his fingers still working me into a frenzy. The friction is incredible, and soon I’m lost in the haze of taboo pleasure, the forbidden thrill. It sends me soaring higher, lost to Caleb’s demanding thrusts, his animal grunts mingling with my moans, echoing in a chorus of pleasure.

“I can’t hold back,” he growls.

“So don’t,” I gasp, rocking back to impale myself on his cock. “Give it to me. Give me everything!”

Caleb sounds a roar, and slams into me, harder this time. I jolt forward with the impact, crying out for more. “Yes! Yes!”

I’ve lost track of thought, or reason now, like I’m consumed with a raw, primal passion. All that matters is the two of us, the thick demanding thrust of his cock, and how my body feels, strung out, split open, surrendered to this filthy, fantastic moment.

“Fuck me!” I cry, shameless. “Don’t hold back. Caleb, god, don’t stop!”

And he doesn’t. Caleb doesn’t pause a moment, doesn’t stop the barrage of strokes, taking me higher, pushing me to the limits of pleasure and pain until my whole body is wound tight, shaking, sobbing with need. Chanting his name like a prayer. “I’m close. Fuck, I’m close!”

And then he notches himself deep inside me, presses down hard on my clit, and takes me over the edge.

I come apart with a scream. Fuck. My body shatters, pleasure crashing everywhere, an epic torrent of sensation that takes me over, drowns me, until there’s nothing in the world but Caleb’s steady hands and his unrelenting cock and the magic of our connection. Beyond words.

Beyond reason.

“Juliet!”

I hear him groan my name, and then he’s pulling free, spurting over my body in thick, hot jets as I lay there, spent. Used.

His.

Slowly, the shockwaves recede. Dear Lord. If this is what a lifetime with Caleb will be like, I can’t marry the man fast enough. I can’t help but giggle at the thought.

Caleb slumps beside me, breathing hard. He gives me a questioning look.

“I was just thinking, I can’t exactly wear white, after tonight.” I grin.

“You’ll wear whatever the hell you want,” he says, his voice thick with satisfaction. He cups my cheek tenderly. “Mrs. Sterling.”

And damn if I don’t love the way that sounds.