Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires, #3)(108)

“Fuck, Lana.” His movements become jerkier. Less in sync as he pistons his hips with enough power to make me almost gag.

The pressure in my belly builds, growing with each tease of my thumb against my clit.

“That’s it, babe.” He cups my cheek. “Come for me.”

His gaze brands itself into my very soul, with him pouring every ounce of love he feels toward me with a single look.

The world around me fades away as I’m hit with my orgasm. My body shakes, my release turning my muscles to jelly as I ride the wave of pleasure rolling through me.

The affection in his gaze morphs into pure lust, his eyes devouring me whole as his cum shoots down my throat and fills my mouth. I swallow multiple times but that doesn’t stop some of it from spilling past my lips.

Cal pulls his shiny cock away. He swipes at the cum dripping down my chin before sticking his thumb back into my mouth. I suck on the pad, cleaning him off before he repeats the same thing again. Once he is satisfied, I reach for his cock and wipe it clean with my tongue. He rubs my cheek with approval, and I lean into his touch.

More blood rushes to his dick, earning a giggle from me.

He actually looks offended as he pulls me up on to my feet. “You think it’s funny what you do to me? I’m suffering from constant blue balls around you.”

“It’s not my fault.” I laugh harder.

He smiles as he walks me back toward the bed. With a little shove, I fall against the mattress. Cal follows me, his weight pressing me farther into the bed as he steals a kiss.

I slide my hands up his body and comb my fingers through his hair. The intensity of our kiss increases as his tongue lashes against mine, seeking for me to submit. He bites down on my bottom lip and draws blood. His tongue sweeps in and coaxes a sigh from me as he sucks on the swollen flesh in a silent apology.

He continues teasing me until both of us are panting. The ache in my core grows with each pass of his tongue and every press of his lips. From my breasts to my pussy, not a single inch of my body goes unappreciated.

Cal denies me another orgasm, which makes me groan with frustration. “God.”

“You should know better than to call me another man in bed.” He slaps my pussy hard. Once. Twice. Three times until I’m panting and squirming underneath him.

The urgency to come has me digging my fingernails into his skin and grinding my pussy against his cock. He chuckles in my ear before pulling us both under the covers.

This time he takes me from behind, sliding his leg between mine and sinking into me with one drawn-out thrust. The position is intimate, with him holding me between his arms. He kisses my neck and teases my clit as he pistons into me over and over again. Pleasure rolls through me as he whispers the sweetest praises into my ear.

My climax builds with each thrust of his hips and every brush of his fingers against my skin. With a final pinch of my clit, I spasm around him.

His cock drives into me hard with enough force to push me forward as he uses me to find his own pleasure. My body trembles from the aftereffects of my orgasm, and his movements become less coordinated with each pump of his hips.

He reminds me of a man possessed. Of someone on the verge of losing himself to lust, with a wildness in his gaze that I find intoxicating.

Cal grunts as he comes, not ceasing his torture of my body until he is finished. He doesn’t pull out right away but instead chooses to wrap his arms around me. My thighs are sticky from our combined releases, yet I can’t find it in me to move.

I don’t think I even can move.

He kisses the top of my head with a sigh. Eventually, my heart rate settles, the steady thump lulling me to sleep.

“I love you,” he whispers into the dark.

I’ve heard the words hundreds of times from his lips, yet they still manage to take my breath away every single time.

I open my mouth to say the same, yet something holds me back.

Fear.

It’s not that I don’t love him, because I do. Maybe even more than ever before if that is possible.

It’s just that the last time I deliberately shared those three little words, he left. My love wasn’t enough before, so why would it be this time?

And after Cal left the last time, I’m scared to share that part of myself. At least not until I can fully trust him again.

If I ever can.





43





ALANA





“You want us to go to dinner with your family?” My fork slips from my hand, and the scrambled eggs splatter against the plate.

Cal rubs the back of his neck. “You don’t have to come if you don’t want to. It’s just that I haven’t seen Declan in a while, and Iris flew out all this way since my birthday is next week…”

Shit. His birthday!

I completely forgot about that. It’s been so long since I actually acknowledged the day.

“You’re having a birthday dinner here? At Dreamland? Why?”

“Because my family is nosy and insufferable.”

“So just the usual?”

He chuckles.

“I don’t know…” I hesitate, my gaze sliding over to Cami, who raises her fork in the air like an airplane before stabbing a piece of her pancake.

“I understand.” The skin surrounding his eyes tightens. “No worries. My family can be a bit overbearing, so I don’t blame you.”