CHAPTER 67: CHAPTER 67 WITHOUT TOUCHING YOU

*ALORA*

I bucked against Caden, clung to him with all my might as he wrapped his arms around me. He thrust against me, burying his thick, juicy cock into my wetness.

I bit down on his shoulder and then cried out into the expanse of his bedroom.

He reached out and grabbed the headboard, gaining leverage as he pounded into me.

My legs hiked up, my hands gripped his chiseled ass cheeks.

I rolled him deeper, I opened myself up to his assault.

I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

Every part of him rippled.

Every vein that bulged from his skin beckoned to my tongue.

I slid my hands up his washboard abs and dug into the muscles of his chest.

My legs wrapped back around him, my heels pressing into the small of his back.

Then he pulled away from my body and flipped me over, raising my hips up in the air.

Gosh, he was so rough and I liked it.

He wrapped his hands in my long hair and pulled my head from the bed.

Then he slid into me and snapped against my body.

I needed him.

I wanted more of him.

I reached back and wrapped my hand around his wrist.

He grunted with his efforts, groaned every time my pussy fluttered around him.

I grind myself and pushed back into him as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

"Oh...I’m...I’m coming..."

"Not yet, Alora." He warned. “I want to come with you and I don’t want to come just yet.”

How am I supposed to hold this?

Oh God.

“I...just...want...to..be...inside...of...you...for...a...long...time.” He moaned.

A knock sounded on the door.

“Mr Ford.”

My eyes dilated.

It was his housekeeper.

It was as if that reminded me that we weren’t supposed to be doing this.

“Caden...Caden...Stop”I whispered, placing my hands on his waist and trying to push him back but his hands pinned mine above my head and he rocked his body into me again.

“Dinner’s ready, Mr Ford.”

I tried to stop him but he rolled his hips, slicking his cock in my juices.

He aimed the head of his dick right at my entrance and came back up, sinking into me one last time.

And then I felt it.

"Ahh" I gasped as he slid right past my G-spot.

It seems he didn’t care about dinner.

I panted for air and struggled to release my hands from his grip.

But I didn’t push him back anymore.

This was fucked up but it felt so hot to be getting banged like this.

I covered my mouth with my hand as my pussy molded around his cock.

My body spiraled out of control.

I dug my heels into him, pulling him deeper as I whimpered for more.

He dug into me before pulling out,

and when he inched his way in, I felt so ecstatic.

Oh God.

I heard footsteps fading away from the door and all that mattered to me at this moment was this cock...fuck...I was being stroked, deliciously.

Caden made me lay on my back again and he slid into me. He stroked me tenderly, slowly until my body was drenched in sweat.

The electricity was too much.

All my muscles ached.

My legs grew weak and dangled helplessly around him.

Sweat dripped between the valleys of my breasts he had marked with his lips and drenched the hair he fisted to expose my neck.

My nails curled into the backs of his hands as a helpless plea fell from my mouth.

"Oh, Caden...make me come" My eyes fluttered open and I found his gaze, watching as a grin fell upon his cheeks.

"Gladly.” He said.

As if an animal had been released from its cage, he began his assault again.

I cried out in pleasure with every stroke.

He filled me so fully so completely.

He grazed along that spot effortlessly and without a second thought, my body shook.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head.

I shivered.

My jaw quivered.

My muscles clenched and my pussy fluttered around his cock.

"Uhmm"

My eyes screwed shut.

I heard his groan and grunt as his hips stuttered.

My pussy milked him for all he had as he spilled within me.

My pussy pulsed, I like being filled with his sperm.

My legs fell from his body.

He slipped out of my pussy and that kinda made me feel sad.

I just wanted him there, inside of me, doing sweet things to me.

We laid in silence for a while. Only our breaths could be heard.

“Fuck. I couldn’t even go a day without touching you.” He let out.

I turned to face him. “I think I love having sex with you.”

He stared at me. “Is that the only thing you love?”

I shrugged. “What else should I love?”

Was it me? Or did he look offended by that?

“Since we can’t keep our hands off each other, how about we just have sex whenever we want?”

“Just sex?” He asked.

“Just sex.”I repeated.