Chapter 28 Goddess
Caleb's POV
“More,” Elsie whispers, wrapping her legs around my hips. “Deeper. I want it all.”
“How do good girls ask?” I growled, nipping at her lips.
“Please!” she whines, rocking her hips frantically. “I need it, sir. Please.”
“Fuck,” I growl, pulling out and then slamming my dick back inside her greedy little cunt. She felt so damn good, so tight and wet for me. Her large tits jiggle and sway with each thrust.
Elsie gasped for air and started shaking. Her pussy throbs around me, coating my cock with more of her cream. Her entire body froze as she sucks in a huge breath of air and screamed as her pussy snapped around me.
I’m sure everyone on the whole damn floor could hear her, but I didn’t give a fuck. In fact, I fucking loved that everyone would know how much pleasure I can bring a woman.
Her pussy rippled around me, sucking me in deeper, deeper, so fucking deep I saw stars behind my eyes. I grit my teeth, hanging on to my orgasm by a thread. Elsie clung to me as I rocked in and out of her. My thrusts became more forceful, and my needy girl loved it.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I gritted between clenched teeth. Sloppy, wet, smacking sounds fill my office, adding to the soundtrack of Elsie’s breathy moans and my feral grunts.
She lifted her hips, meeting my intense movement with intense movement.
I shifted my position, searching for that one spot…
“Ah!” Elsie cried out as she spasmed around me, her muscles flexing and releasing, gripping my cock tightly as she reached her peak.
I completely lost control.
I hammered into her, hitting her G-spot over and over, grunting as I fuck her right through her first orgasm and into another one. Elsie screamed out my name and clawed at my back, tearing up my skin. It hurts so damn good.
“Again,” I growl, burying my head into the side of her neck. I know I should slow down, but the way she moaned, writhing beneath me, I don’t think she minds.
My spine tingles with the first signs of my own climax. My muscles flex and tense as I try to push it back down. I’m not ready for this to end yet. White-hot bliss courses through me, but I need her to reach that height again before I give up the fight.
I stood firm and pulled her legs up to rest them against my chest, changing the angle. Her body grips me like a vise, pulling a growl from somewhere deep in my chest as I thrust harder, faster, deeper inside her.
Elsie's glazed-over eyes rolled to the back of her head and her mouth hung open, rewarding my rough strokes with needy little whimpers as I brought us closer and closer to our climax.
“Oh God, I think I’m...”
“Yes baby girl, that’s right. Come for me. I want to feel you come all over my fucking cock.”
Her body responded to me immediately, massaging me as I leaned in for another kiss. She arched her back and I knew she was close. Just a little more. I'm going to climax, but I need her to get there first.
“Yes,” she whispers. “Yes, yes, yes…”
“Who does this belong to?” I snarled, unable to hold back the beast inside me.
“You,” she cried out.
I felt her climax as it rushed through her, overwhelming her curvy little body as she gripped me repeatedly. I pound into her body, losing a little more of myself with each rough stroke until I’m nothing more than a wild animal joined with my mate.
Elsie tenses for a heartbeat, then she claws my chest as a raw scream is ripped from her throat. I roar her name as we shatter together, our old selves breaking apart, making way for the connection we’re building together.
I reluctantly move away from her and collapse on a sofa, draping her limp, sweaty body over mine. I could feel her heart slamming against her chest as she gasped for air. I rubbed Elsie’s back in calming circles, letting her know she’s safe with me, even in this vulnerable state.
She looked up at me, her blue eyes filled with satisfaction and awe. Yeah, I’m definitely going to need to put that look on her face every chance I get.
The way she called for me, the way she gave herself over completely, body and soul. She was fire and surrender, innocence and fierce, primal need, all wrapped up in one magnificent, small package.
When I was pounding into her, lost to the intensity, she was the only thing holding me steady in the storm of my own emotions.
After Lena, I used to think of women as temporary, as sources of fleeting pleasure. But Elsie was different. Every thrust, every moan, every scratch of her nails felt like a vow. It was a language we spoke that had nothing to do with words and everything to do with ownership—not the cruel kind, but the devoted kind. You belong to me because I belong to you.
I felt a fierce, terrifying surge of protectiveness. She had just shown me the deepest, most vulnerable part of herself, and I knew, with a certainty that shook me, that I would kill for her. I would burn the world down just to keep that look of post-orgasmic peace on her face.