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“Holy Jesus, Bryn, I’m going to crash this fucking car,” he growls, but I don’t let up. I suck harder and move faster, and grip what won’t fit in my mouth with my hand, twisting and jacking him as I give him the best damn blowjob of his life.

He runs his hand from my head, down my spine, to my ass and grips hard, his fingertips brushing along the seam of my skinny jeans, setting my core on fire. I cup his balls in my hand and plant my tongue on the under side of his cock and tease him, knowing full well he’s on his way to coming in my mouth.

I can’t fucking wait.

“Stop, Bryn, I’m gonna come.”

I shake my head and increase my efforts, and suddenly I can taste the salty essence of him filling my mouth, splashing against the back of my throat, and I swallow, taking all of him and licking him clean before I lean back, tuck him away and smile smugly from the passenger seat.

“I guess I got you to look at me now, didn’t I?” I ask with a chuckle.

He’s panting, his jaw dropped, and he looks over at me with a mixture of awe and lust and… anger?

I just sucked him dry. What the hell is he angry for?

He pulls up to the house, slams the car in park and before I know it, we’re inside and I’m pinned against the front door and Caleb is pulling me out of my clothes.

“Caleb…”

“I’ve told you before, Legs,” he begins and tosses my top and bra over his shoulder, then reaches for my jeans. “You always come first. Always. You want to play this game?” He pulls my jeans down my legs and tosses them aside, along with my thong and pulls one of my legs over his shoulder, spreading me wide. “I hope you’re ready for what you just started.”

And before I can form a coherent thought, he reaches up to clench a nipple between his thumb and forefinger and buries his face in my pussy, sucking and pulling on my lips, licking from my anus up to my clit in long, hard strokes.

“Holy shit!” I exclaim and grip his head in one hand, tugging his hair in my fist and holding on for dear life to the door handle, praying I don’t fall.

“You think I didn’t see you tonight, sweetheart?” He murmurs between long swipes up and down my pussy with his tongue. “You think I didn’t notice how fucking hot your ass and legs looked in those jeans with these fuck-me heels on your feet?”

I squirm against the door as he pushes a finger inside me and pulls my clit through his lips with a loud smack.

“I can’t see anything but you, Legs.”

He presses his tongue against my clit and crooks his finger, sending me into a mind-numbing orgasm. My knee buckles, but he holds me strong, pressed against the door, as I cry out and circle my hips, pressing against Caleb’s face.

He backs off for just a second, presses a second finger inside me and looks up to watch my face as he hits my sweet spot and sends more over into another screaming orgasm.

He stands and pulls me into the living room to the nearest surface, which happens to be a chair, bends me over the back of it and sinks to his knees again.

“Caleb, I need you inside me,” I whimper.

“I’ll get there eventually,” he murmurs and bites each of my ass cheeks, hard enough to leave a mark.

“Ouch!”

He chuckles and pulls his hands down my back, over my ass and spreads me wide open.

“You love my cock?” He asks with a husky voice.

I nod vigorously.

“Well, I love this,” he responds and plants his tongue on my clit and drags it slowly through my folds and up to my anus. “I love every inch of this. Do you know what this is?”

“Uh, it’s my pussy, Caleb,” I reply dryly. He slaps my ass, not hard, just enough to get my attention and I look back at him, shocked.

“No, it’s your cunt, Brynna.”

I scowl at him and he laughs, settling his eyes back on my wet, pulsing center.

“Yes, it’s a dirty word, sweetheart. But this,” he pulls his finger down my core and I shudder. “This is the sweetest cunt I’ve ever tasted.”

He buries his face in me again, pushing his tongue inside me and pressing his thumb against my nub and I come apart for a third time, shuddering and jerking, leaning so far over the chair my feet leave the floor.

“Holy fuck!” I exclaim. “Caleb!”

“Yes, baby,” he replies and kisses and licks the globes of my ass and up my spine, planting wet kisses between my shoulder blades.

“I want you inside me,” I respond breathlessly. “Please.”

He slaps my ass and then quickly turns me around and props me up on the back of the chair, wraps an arm around my waist to hold me steady and guides his long, hard cock inside me, but stops. His face is level with my own, millimeters from me, and as he speaks I can smell myself on him and can almost feel his lips move.

“You will learn,” he begins and glides his free hand over my hip, between us, so he can press on my clit with his thumb. “That getting you off is my fucking job, Brynna.” He moves his thumb, back and forth, over my already swollen and hyper-sensitive clit, making me clench around his cock.

“Please,” I whisper.

“Please what?” He asks and sweeps his lips across mine.

“Please move, babe. I need you.”

“Not until you come one more time,” he informs me with a low growl. I feel him buried inside me, his balls against my ass, his thumb pressed to my clit, and he leans in and bites my neck, sending me over the edge once more.