Chapter 134 You Gonna Come?
“Yeah?” He pressed harder. “You gonna come just from my fingers?”
“Maybe,” I moaned. “If you keep, oh fuck, doing that.”
He pulled his fingers out suddenly. I whined at the loss.
“Patience, kid.”
I heard him push his sweatpants down then felt the blunt head of his cock nudge my hole.
“Tell me you want it,” he rasped.
“I want it,” I said immediately. “Want you inside me. Right now.”
“Beg.”
“Please, Liam.” I arched back. “Fuck me. Fill me up again. I need it.”
He pushed in, with one long, steady thrust until his hips met my ass.
I bit my lip hard to keep from crying out but I couldn’t stop the low, “Fuck” coming out my mouth.
“Too much?” he asked, voice strained, holding still.
“No,” I gasped. “Don’t stop. Move.”
He pulled back slowly, then slammed in hard.
I choked on a moan.
“Quiet,” he warned again. “Or I stop.”
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I hissed.
He chuckled low, the sound dark from him. Then he started fucking me in earnest wihh deep, punishing strokes.
“Feel that?” he growled. “Feel how deep I am?”
“Yes, fuck, yes. Like that Liam.”
“Gonna leave you dripping all night Caleb. Gonna leave that cock hard all night.”
“Good,” I panted. “I wanted to feel you tomorrow. Every time I sit. Every time I walk.”
His hand slid around front, wrapped around my cock.
“Stroke yourself?” he asked.
“No,” I breathed. “You do it. Please.”
He started jerking me rough and fast, matching his thrusts in my ass.
“You’re leaking so much,” he muttered. “Making a mess on my counter.”
“Clean it up later,” I gasped. “Just, don’t stop. Don't you dare fucking stop.”
“Gonna come like this?” he asked, voice wrecked. “Bent over my kitchen island? While my daughter sleeps upstairs?”
The words pushed me closer. “Yes,fuck, Liam. Yes, like that.”
“Say my name again.”
“Liam,” I whimpered. “Liam, please.”
“Come for me,” he ordered. “Come on my hand. Let me feel it.”
And I came.
So fucking hard.
Cum shot across the counter, my whole body shaking. I bit my own forearm to muffle the cry.
He didn’t slow down and kept pounding into me.
“Fuck. Look at you tightening around me,” he groaned. “Gonna make me come.”
“Do it,” I begged. “Fill me. Please.”
A few more brutal thrusts and he buried himself deep and groaned low and rough in my ears, pulsing inside me.
His cum was hot and thick, his orgasm so much it leaked out around his cock almost immediately.
We stayed locked together, breathing hard.
He pressed his forehead to the back of my neck.
“You okay?” he asked quietly.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “More than okay.”
He pulled out slowly. I felt the mess immediately.
The warm cum running down my thighs.
I almost whimpered at the loss.
He turned me around, cupped my face, kissed me hard.
“Get upstairs,” he said against my lips. “Before she wakes up.”
I nodded and started to pull my shorts up.
He caught my wrist.
“Leave them down,” he said, eyes dark. “Walk up like that. Feel me leaking out of you.”
I swallowed. “Are you serious?”
“Dead serious.”
Heat rushed through me again.
“Okay,” I whispered.
I tugged my shorts up just enough to cover the worst of it, but left them below my ass and turned toward the stairs.
“Caleb,” he called softly.
I looked back.
“Tomorrow night,” he said. “My office. After she goes to bed.”
My dick twitched again.
“I’ll be there,” I said.
He gave a small, filthy smile.
“Good boy.”
I walked up the stairs with thighs slick, ass sore, his cum still dripping slowly down my legs with every step.
Every creak felt like it could wake the whole house.
And I didn’t fucking care.