CHAPTER 22 | Ellie
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“God yes,” I answer. “Again.”
He chuckles, tightening his grip until each of his fingers brands me. His c**k brushes the inside of my thigh and I gasp. It’s even hotter than his hands. There’s a brief moment of hesitation as he smooths on another condom and then he’s between my legs again, spreading me. He enters me in a swift thrust.
I gasp as Caleb goes still. “God, you’re tight,” he murmurs, breath pouring into my ear. I moan against his shoulder, enjoying the fullness, the stretching. He pulls back and pushes forward, wringing another moan from me.
Then Caleb rolls, and takes me with him. Suddenly, I’m on top, balanced on my knees. His hands find my hips. “Take what you want.”
I shiver. Heat pools low in my stomach and my joints begin to loosen. Caleb
