Filthy Rich (Blackstone Dynasty #1)

I reached for him and raked my hands over the planes and valleys of his chest, traveling south with my hands until I gripped the hard length of his rigid cock. He bit down on his lip and threw his head back as I stroked up and down, learning the feel of the satin skin surrounding his flesh as hard as bone. I wanted—no, I needed Caleb inside me.

He fumbled around in a cupboard to my left and produced a handful of condoms, with several packets scattering all around as they fell to a soft landing. The crazy thought danced through my head of his comment about an Eagle Scout always being prepared, apparently even while having sex on the bathroom counter. But it went right on out of my mind just as quickly when I watched him tear one open and sheath himself. His penis was beautiful, and I wanted it in me. Like right now would be a lovely time for it.

Caleb kissed me decadently with his tongue probing deep in an almost frantic plea as he hooked a hand behind each of my knees and spread me open. He took his cock in hand and aligned it right where it needed to be . . . and buried it all the way inside me on a deep slide.

“Fuuuck!”

“Ahhhh!”

We both shouted in perfect synchronization.

We both watched our bodies joining in the most primitive of ways as he worked his cock in and out in piercing thrusts. I had to close my eyes after a moment because the image of us fucking was really too much intimacy for me to take in all at once. I just wanted to experience the sensation and pleasure of him right now. Just feel.

Caleb must have sensed where I was in my head because he found my mouth again and kissed away any doubts that tried to creep in. He linked his hands under my bum and carried me, still impaled on him, to his soft bed. “This is where I want to fuck for the first time. In my bed, beautiful, where you belong,” he told me as I was laid out upon ultrasoft sheets that smelled of him.

Where I belong?

Do I belong in Caleb’s bed? The idea was crazy, but I couldn’t deny I loved hearing it from him. His care for me was something priceless and ironically put me in danger of falling for him. Danger . . . I couldn’t risk. I knew I couldn’t fall in love with Caleb Blackstone. Sex. Recreational fucking. Taking pleasure in the act was all we would be able to have together. It would have to be enough for the both of us.

“But I have to see you while we do it.” He fumbled with something and the lights came on in the room that’d been darkened for sleep.

“Yes me, too,” I said, drawing my hands down to frame the perfect V between his hips, and admiring the godlike body connected with mine.

I got my wish.

I got to see everything in the light as we fought to find that beautiful, terrifying, exquisite end . . . together.

Caleb took my hands and dragged them over my head, trapping my wrists together with one hand, and gripped my hip with the other. Pinned in place beneath him, I got a bold taste of dominant Caleb, and it pushed me even closer toward a second orgasm I knew was barreling toward me.

Then he started to really fuck—hard, deep plunges that bottomed out inside the heart of me, filling me to the brink with his thick male flesh, giving me a jolt of pleasure with each slide. I despaired whenever he would pull his cock away, just to rejoice when he drove it back in.

I felt all the magical goodness to be had in sexual intimacy—for the first time in my life.

And I caught glimpses of him straining beautifully above me, his lean muscles tight with tension, golden skin glistening with water and sweat as he took me. I gave myself up, but Caleb took me . . . just as I’d wanted him to. He was making me forget . . . just as I’d hoped he would.

Deep down inside me I felt his cock swell and harden even more, and knew the end was near. His hand pinning me down at my hip was removed as I felt his fingers slide over to stroke my sensitive clit. He was making sure I found my end. Bless him.

“Come with me. Come with me, Brooke. I—want—to—come—with—you,” he growled harshly, sounding almost savage in his need.

“I aaaaaaam.” The pulse started within me as I said it. I let myself fall over the razor’s edge into the glorious river of pleasure as Caleb throbbed out his own release in pounding pulls to draw out every last bit of perfect heavenly goodness.

Bless Caleb Blackstone for giving me something I’d never been given before by another man. Adoration.

I might just fall in love with him after all, I thought, as I drifted away into nirvana with him still inside me.





Caleb

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