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Authors: Chelsea Camaron
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I tense as my body keeps climbing higher and higher. Inhibitions go out the proverbial door as I grind down against him, seeking my release. He laughs lightly in my ear before he licks my neck, then sucks on the sweet spot behind my ear. Then his head drops to my breasts, where he takes my nipple in his mouth.He licks, he sucks, and I am gone, my orgasm washing over me.
As I come down, he carries me to the bed, where he gently lays me down as if I am some prized possession. Before I can clear my mind, his mouth is on mine in a kiss that is full of passion, need, and desire, all untamed and unbridled.
“I need to be in you, Hailey.”
I don’t give it a second thought. In the two encounters I have hadwith him, he has given me the only pleasure I have ever received from a man. Now he needs to be in me—checks and balances.
I open my legs to him as he drops his pants, rolls on a condom, and then delicately removes my panties as if he was opening the best present in his whole damn life. Under his gaze, my insecurities creep back up, but before I can dwell on them, he is over me, and then he isin me.
Filling me.
Every inch of my body quivers as he stretches me, then stills inside me and stares down at me, watching me, taking me in. Never have I been so full in so many ways. This moment is so intimate, so vulnerable, but at the same time, it feels like a true connection. What is it about this Caldwell man that consumes me?
“Platinum,” he whispers before he finally moves.
I can’tthink of what that means, because he is suddenly building me up to another orgasm. He rocks, he rolls, he grinds, and I am helpless to do anything but take the pleasure he continues to induce inside my body before I finally burst again, calling out his name and biting into his shoulder just to remind myself he is real.
With two more thrusts, he stills, then lets go right behind me. He gives mea soft, slow kiss before pulling out, and when he goes to dispose of the condom, I find myself feeling empty. But the moment of space allows my mind to function again.
Empty
. How can someone I don’t even fucking know make me feel so empty just by leaving my side for a second? I am certifiably insane to be so wild over a complete damn stranger.
With that thought, dread washes over me. The fogis gone. He is still a complete stranger, and I am still a whore. However, he comes back before I can make an escape. Crawling into the bed beside me, he pulls me to him. Then, at my hesitation, he moves away to give me space.
“Talk to me.”
“I need to go.” I remove my legs from his and cover my breasts.
“Not yet. Talk to me. An hour ago, you were clawing me like you wanted to devour me. Youjust came twice, babe. I gave that to you.” He strokes my face and taps my temple. “It’s obvious I want in there. What’s going on in your head?”
“Nothing. I just need to go.”
“Deny what you feel, and I’ll say not one word as you leave,” he challenges.
I hesitate, my eyes flickering, and he reads me.
“Deny it. Deny
me
.” He smirks, causing my body to feel like it’s on fire all over again.
“I don’t know you.”
“Name’s Caldwell, Morrison Caldwell, middle brother to Hendrix and Jagger from Detroit. What else you wanna know?”
“What’s your play?” I ask, feeling the obligation hit me. He’s right—he gave me not one but two orgasms. We’re not even.
Before I can continue, he replies, “No play. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I’m drawn to you. I wanna know you.”
“Talking naked isn’t really my thing,” I respond, feeling very vulnerable and even more exposed than before.
Without a word, he gets up and tosses me a button-up shirt from his closet, and I slip it on, realizing I am not getting out of this so easily.
I can do this. I can talk until he falls asleep. Then he gets what he is requesting, and I’ll be out of sight and out of mind.
I give him a bitof general
I tense as my body keeps climbing higher and higher. Inhibitions go out the proverbial door as I grind down against him, seeking my release. He laughs lightly in my ear before he licks my neck, then sucks on the sweet spot behind my ear. Then his head drops to my breasts, where he takes my nipple in his mouth.He licks, he sucks, and I am gone, my orgasm washing over me.
As I come down, he carries me to the bed, where he gently lays me down as if I am some prized possession. Before I can clear my mind, his mouth is on mine in a kiss that is full of passion, need, and desire, all untamed and unbridled.
“I need to be in you, Hailey.”
I don’t give it a second thought. In the two encounters I have hadwith him, he has given me the only pleasure I have ever received from a man. Now he needs to be in me—checks and balances.
I open my legs to him as he drops his pants, rolls on a condom, and then delicately removes my panties as if he was opening the best present in his whole damn life. Under his gaze, my insecurities creep back up, but before I can dwell on them, he is over me, and then he isin me.
Filling me.
Every inch of my body quivers as he stretches me, then stills inside me and stares down at me, watching me, taking me in. Never have I been so full in so many ways. This moment is so intimate, so vulnerable, but at the same time, it feels like a true connection. What is it about this Caldwell man that consumes me?
“Platinum,” he whispers before he finally moves.
I can’tthink of what that means, because he is suddenly building me up to another orgasm. He rocks, he rolls, he grinds, and I am helpless to do anything but take the pleasure he continues to induce inside my body before I finally burst again, calling out his name and biting into his shoulder just to remind myself he is real.
With two more thrusts, he stills, then lets go right behind me. He gives mea soft, slow kiss before pulling out, and when he goes to dispose of the condom, I find myself feeling empty. But the moment of space allows my mind to function again.
Empty
. How can someone I don’t even fucking know make me feel so empty just by leaving my side for a second? I am certifiably insane to be so wild over a complete damn stranger.
With that thought, dread washes over me. The fogis gone. He is still a complete stranger, and I am still a whore. However, he comes back before I can make an escape. Crawling into the bed beside me, he pulls me to him. Then, at my hesitation, he moves away to give me space.
“Talk to me.”
“I need to go.” I remove my legs from his and cover my breasts.
“Not yet. Talk to me. An hour ago, you were clawing me like you wanted to devour me. Youjust came twice, babe. I gave that to you.” He strokes my face and taps my temple. “It’s obvious I want in there. What’s going on in your head?”
“Nothing. I just need to go.”
“Deny what you feel, and I’ll say not one word as you leave,” he challenges.
I hesitate, my eyes flickering, and he reads me.
“Deny it. Deny
me
.” He smirks, causing my body to feel like it’s on fire all over again.
“I don’t know you.”
“Name’s Caldwell, Morrison Caldwell, middle brother to Hendrix and Jagger from Detroit. What else you wanna know?”
“What’s your play?” I ask, feeling the obligation hit me. He’s right—he gave me not one but two orgasms. We’re not even.
Before I can continue, he replies, “No play. You’re the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I’m drawn to you. I wanna know you.”
“Talking naked isn’t really my thing,” I respond, feeling very vulnerable and even more exposed than before.
Without a word, he gets up and tosses me a button-up shirt from his closet, and I slip it on, realizing I am not getting out of this so easily.
I can do this. I can talk until he falls asleep. Then he gets what he is requesting, and I’ll be out of sight and out of mind.
I give him a bitof general
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