Final Offer (Dreamland Billionaires, #3)(95)

He only breaks contact for a moment to remove my sleep shirt from over my head. His hands never stay in one place for too long. They glide over my body, teasing and touching until I’m grinding against his thick length in a frantic search for release.

Desperation for more of Cal makes me impatient. The combination of my body pressing against his and my random burst of strength throws him off-balance, and he falls backward, taking me with him.

Our lips break apart, and I pepper his jawline with soft, quick kisses.

“Lana,” Cal moans.

I shift my attention to his neck. My lips trail down the curve, sucking and nipping at his skin until his fingers dig into my ass. The bite of pain is intoxicating. Thrilling. Addictive.

He threads his fingers into my hair and holds me in place.

“What?” I suck harder, marking his neck with the memory of me.

“Hold on a second.” He tugs on the strands, pulling me away from his skin.

“Why?” I whine. “Do you want me to stop?”

He shudders beneath me. “Fuck no, but I want to make something clear.”

“What?” My eyelids shut with a sigh.

He squeezes the back of my neck. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

I roll my body over his and press down hard against his thick length. “Does that clarify your question?”

“I want to hear it.” He presses his hands into my ass, trapping me on top of his erection.

Heat pools in my lower belly. “Yes. We’re doing this. But if you screw up—”

One moment, I’m on top, but in a single second, I find myself with my back pressed against the mattress and Cal looming above me, his gaze wild with hunger.

A hunger for me.

“Screwing up is inevitable, but I promise to make it up to you every single time.” He tugs my underwear down my legs.

“How so?”

“Like this.” He rips my thighs apart before trailing the sensitive flesh with light pecks. Slowly, he kisses his way toward the area begging for his attention, only to retreat. His mouth returns to my other thigh, repeating the same torture all over again.

I shimmy my body closer to his mouth, only to earn a low chuckle.

“I’m not about to rush this when I have six years to make up for, Lana.”

“Make up for it later,” I groan.

He traces a path from my clit to the place desperate to be filled. His tongue sinks inside, teasing, taunting, and testing how my body responds. Whenever I react a certain way, he repeats the same move before attempting something else.

My entire body feels like it is being engulfed in flames.

The world explodes around me as Cal amplifies the pressure building inside me with a few flicks of his tongue. I reach down, desperate for some kind of release. My attempt is cut off the moment I touch my clit. Cal slaps my pussy.

I gasp.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He teases my clit with a quick flick of his tongue. It rolls over the sensitive bump, sending a pulsing wave of pleasure through me.

“Making myself come since you’re not up for the task.”

“The only one making you come is me.” His eyes sparkle as he looks up at me, his stubble shining with my arousal. “Touch yourself again and I’ll find a better way to keep your hands occupied.”

His threat makes my toes curl and my heart pound. My body tightens, the urge to defy him driving me mad.

All it takes is one single pinch of my nipple to send him reeling.

Cal all but drags me off the bed and on to my knees. The carpet burns my skin, but the sting of pain is only temporary compared to the heat rolling through me as Cal pinches the same nipple I touched.

“Hands where I can see them,” he orders.

I flip him off with both.

He chuckles. “You want to play?” He gives my other nipple the same attention, teasing the hard peak until my head drops back. “You want to get yourself off?”

“Yes.” My fingernails dig into my thighs.

“That’s too damn bad. You touch yourself when I say you can.” He tugs his shorts down. The moon peeks through the blinds, illuminating every inch of him.

Every. Single. Hard. Inch.

Saliva pools in my mouth, the sheer size of him bringing all kinds of dirty thoughts to mind.

“Just like you come when I say you do.” He fists his cock once, drawing a bead of pre-cum from the tip. “Open your mouth.”

I do what he says. His cock slides against my tongue, the taste of him overriding all my other senses. He pushes until my lungs burn and my eyes water.

“Breathe.” He doesn’t pull out. Doesn’t so much as retreat a single inch, forcing me to breathe through my nose and fight the panic clawing at my chest.

He reaches out to cup my chin. “You look so pretty with your lips wrapped around my cock.” His gaze slides from me to the antique mirror across from us. Our eyes catch each other’s in the reflection, and he holds that connection as he withdraws.

Goose bumps break out across my skin, the sight of him thrusting his cock into my mouth nearly making my eyes roll.

“Look how good you take me.” His hands latch on to my scalp as he plunges into my mouth over and over again, all while I watch in the mirror.

Everything about him entrances me.

The rise and fall of his chest with each powerful thrust.