Arrogant Bastard - Julie Capulet Page 0,63

Long and thick, stunningly hard, dusky and taut against his arrow line of hair—all the way up his stomach—with a glimmer of moisture at the broad tip. It’s hot-looking with ridges of smooth veins. He’s not only ridiculously well-hung he’s also very, very aroused.

I lace my hand over my mouth and I can’t stop a burst of laughter from escaping as my head falls back on the pillow.

He lays his big, playful, fever-hot body over mine. “I’m not sure what to say when your first reaction is laughter.”

This makes me laugh even more. “It’s huge.”

Gage’s smile turns hot as he holds his massive cock in his fist. “Yes,” he murmurs darkly. “And it wants to fuck that perfect little juicy-as-fuck pussy until you’re tugging the cum out of me in hot gushes.”

Oh, God.

He touches the head of his cock to my still-pulsing pussy. He rubs the warm, broad crown with its seeping bead of moisture over my clit, which is so sensitive from the six orgasms he’s already given me, I feel the pleasure rushes starting again. What I’m learning is that Gage McCabe is outstandingly gifted. And that his endowments to die for are exactly that. It’s a hot, thick magic wand and he knows exactly how to use it. He swirls the head against my hyper-sensitive nub, teasing the pleasure higher. As he feels the throb of my orgasm starting, he eases the head of his cock inside me. I’m too tight, but so slippery from his mouth and my own honey, he slides further inside me. He uses the wetness to force his way deeper. And deeper. It’s too much. The stretching burn of his enormous cock sliding thickly into me pushes me over another precipice of unendurable pleasure. My pussy clenches tightly around his bulk in a furtive rhythm.

Gage groans an agonized hum. “Hell, I can’t hold this. Luna. Luna. You’re heaven on earth. Oh, fuck.”

Gage comes hard, his breath hissing between his clenched teeth as his cock bucks violently inside me, flooding me with heat and triggering another starry wave of pleasure.

He rides my bliss in deep, crazy sync as we come together.

It lasts a long time. There’s something beyond physical about the need our bodies have for each other’s. We’re wetly, tightly bound. We’re still coming. We’re sweaty and entwined. He kisses me and my hands weave through his hair. He stares deep into my eyes as he thrusts again, triggering new tremors of rapture. I can feel the throb of him deep inside me as his cock pulses with the last gushes of his release.

Gage doesn’t pull out. He kisses me for a long time, feasting on my mouth and my breasts until his big cock is fully revived, until we’re doing it all over again, until he’s spilling more of his hot cum deep inside me.

Until it’s late afternoon and we’re still in bed.

“That proves I was right,” he says softly, playing with my hair.

“About what?”

“We’re perfect for each other. I knew it the minute I saw you, it happened that fast.”

I wrap my legs more tightly around him so his cock slides even deeper. “Maybe you’re right.”

He smiles. The smile. His wolfish smile with an almost-vulnerable edge to it that makes me realize: I’m his weakness. I’m his one vulnerability. “You’re mine,” he whispers. “I found you. And now that I have, I’m never letting go.”

Gage picks me up and carries me into the shower. He could lift twelve of me without breaking a sweat. I wrap my arms and legs around him. I don’t know what day it is, only that it’s evening now. The sun is starting to set outside the small etched window in my shower. He kisses me, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring intimate angles. There’s an edge to him, a desperation. His need has deepened into a barely-controlled frenzy. The more he gets, the more he wants. His mouth is greedy. He takes my mouth almost savagely. Water sluices across our skin, running in tickling rivulets. He grips my thighs hard, murmuring to me between long, lush kisses.

I’m fucking crazy for you. I need to be inside you right now. I need to fucking stay inside you and live inside you. I need to fuck you hard and make you come for me. Only me.

Gage leans me up against the tiled wall. The heavy bulk of him is as hot as newly-forged steel and just as hard. He slides his fingers across my slippery