Cruel

Chapter 6

Sutton

Caleb swings my chair around so I'm facing him. He takes my hand, lifting me up to my feet, shoving the rolling chair off to the side freeing up an open space in front of his desk.

My breath is hitching, I'm gasping for air. His cruel dominance makes me heated, turns me into a s*x-crazed lunatic. s*x has now become a necessity in my life. Without it, I might as well be dead. I don't know how I will be able to handle living every day without at least one orgasm Caleb bestows me with. Now knowing that such a pleasurable gratification exists in this universe, there's no way possible I can see myself surviving without it.

"New rule. Only dresses, no panties or bra when you're in the house," he growls, grabbing my waist, hoisting me up on the desk with the beast in him unleashing. His movements are rough, calculating, the animal in him is on the prowl, ready to attack.

"Yes Caleb," I look deep into his eyes, showing no signs of fear. My response is precise, my expression serious, with my body screaming f**k me as hard as you can.

"I like hearing you say my name, say it again," he smirks. His smiles are evil, nothing good lying beneath, yet I seem to find the etching of his lips towards his cheeks attractive.

"Caleb," I purr. My hands are situated on the edge of the desk gripping tightly, my ass sitting firmly on the wood, my body convulsing calling out for his abuse.

He hums a growl, yanking my panties off from underneath my dress and then brings his lips to mine, tearing away at my mouth. Our kiss breaks after a minute of devouring one another, "You're so f*****g gorgeous, so f*****g perfect, I love your p***y baby, I can't wait to pound up in it."

"You're smart and rich. I'm sure you're resourceful too. You've probably already got hold of my medical records and know that I'm clean and on depo. I want you to f**k me raw. I want to feel all of you moving inside of me." He's too powerful and intelligent to not be clean himself and I want to feel all of him to the full extent. I want to know what Caleb McIntyre has to offer without a rubber sheath rubbing in between.

He strips down, standing before me completely naked taking in my words. My eyes rake up and down in adoration while he holds his girth between his fingers, readying himself to pry into my center, to slide across my wetness, and easily find the entrance that wants to greet him with a strong tight hug.

His arm wraps around my thigh, holding it up over his shoulder so my foot sits on the middle of his back. He's ready to start giving, I'm more than ready to start receiving. Briefly releasing his other hand, he positions my other leg the same way, then takes my thighs back so he holds both of them ready to slam into my depths. Caleb returns his hand back to his c**k, the tip at my opening, both our bodies trembling in anticipation.

"f**k me Caleb. I want your c**k, I need your c**k," I cry out with a whimper, mewling, contorting on the desk still gripping tightly at the edge.

Caleb slips into me slowly with a pause when he's fully embedded. Taking a deep breath, he looks down into my eyes, giving a conceited grin, and then it begins. The first thrust slow, the second, harsh and uncaring. He uses my breasts as leverage as he pushes into me, firmly squeezing with his lower body grinding and circling at my hips.

His c**k is slamming back and forth into me, my nails digging into the skin of his ass, my teeth sinking into his neck. I'm thrusting my hips back into him, lifting myself off of the wooden desk to meet the invasion. f**k, f**k, f**k, his c**k is amazing, beyond glorious, sucking out the life from me, promising the end results will be more than pleasing if I just give in without resilience.

"Tell me how much you like it, how I'm the best you ever had," The words come out in a grunt as he grinds and circles, thrusting feverishly, his mouth hissing onto my collarbone, my fingers readjusted sternly grasping onto the edge of the expensive wood once more holding on for dear life.

"I do, I love it. I love the way it feels when you f**k me," I cry. I'm dissolving, turning into nothingness with my orgasm taking over my body. I've lost control with a rupturing explosion making way. He takes my mouth, our tongues mingling, our grips unbreakable that have taken a new stance as we hold each other close with our bodies joined together as one. His arms are now curled underneath mine, his nails dug into the skin of my shoulders, my arms snaked around his neck.

He remove's his lips from mine, bringing my right n****e into his mouth. Circling his tongue, sucking, teasing my sensitive spot. I'm completely gone arching my breast into his mouth wanting and begging for more.

"Caleb," I scream out with him shuddering in his own climax along with mine, his entirety rattled in an intense shatter. I'm underneath with my body falling apart, my juices spilling out saturating his mouth-watering c**k.

Caleb shakes and shivers, letting his seed spill out inside of me, leaning down meeting my mouth. Holy hell I love his kisses too much. My arms wrap tighter around his neck, pulling him closer to my lips, not wanting to let go, but I've quickly learned I have to as much as it sucks.

"I'm hungry. Go to the kitchen and fix me lunch. I want crab dip and whatever else you can concoct, everything you need is in there for you." He's separated from my mouth, taking hold of his c**k, removing it from me with the the remainder of his come dripping out on the floor (I'm sure he has maids to clean it up). I observe as he walks away towards a closet filled with fresh clothing. He removes an outfit and dresses exiting the office, never looking back like he did the first time we f****d.