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caleb shook his head briefly before continuing his push-ups, lowering his body only until he could feel the heat of your body radiating towards him. You allowed him to work in peace—until you didn’t.

“H-hey, watch those wandering hands, pipsqueak.. You might just tickle me and make me crush you,” caleb stammered at first, brows knitting and his smile straining along with his flexing abdomen muscles when he felt your hand placed on his chest slide down in an awfully slow motion. He grunted a soft curse beneath his breath at the sensation, your fingers no doubt savouring and tracing every crevice of his body, as if engraving him into memory.

“Now, you damn tease.. Don’t look straight into my eyes when you’re feeling me up so shameless, baby,” caleb breathed, violet eyes curtained by fringes of his hair, undeniably holding contact with you gaze. He made an effort to lower his body the lower your hands got, as if urging not to stop even when your fingers lingered dangerously close to his waist.. then his crotch.

“Why? Would it make you blush? Like a virgin teenage boy?” You taunted and prodded, fingers cupping his tucked cock along with his balls. His breath hitched. And you swore, the sight of his jaw clenching and his lips parting, cheeks dusted red, was the hottest view you ever saw of him so far. Dark blue strands of his hair sun-kissed with his sweat sheened skin, the shadow he casted on himself only making his heaving chest sexier.

“Virgin? Yeah, that’s something you always feel like, sweetheart.. no matter how many times I have you,” he muttered lowly, muscles flexing as he strained himself down inches away from your face. “You’re a pervert you know that?”

“Says the one getting so hard just a measly massage,” you purred in response, palming his evident bulge with an increase in intensity. Your eyes were fixated on him, mouth opening as if to accept his gasps, hot lips hovering above yours in a ghost of a kiss.

“Is it really my fault when I can just.. feel.. recall, how fucking soft your fingers are when they’re wrapped around my bare cock. So fucking irresistible, especially when that naughty thumb of yours rubs over my slit just right— holy fuck, I’m getting so turned on just from imagining it.” His words came out with a soft growl at the end, knees dropping to the ground around each side of your legs to grind into your palm, eyes fluttering close with moans escaping his desperate lips. You smiled.

“I was thinking about teasing you but.. I can’t.. you’re too cute to tease any further,” you murmured with a breathless chuckle, deciding to hook a finger under the waistband of his gym shorts, tugging it down along with his boxers to free his erect cock, already drooling pre-cum at the tip when you held it in your hand.

”I appreciate the sympathy, my love,” caleb grunted, hissing yet another profanity beneath his breath when you began stroking his cock, feeling the tip tap against his stomach. He felt so lightheaded, reprimanding himself for being so pathetic at the face of your touch despite having felt it so many times before.

But then again, how could he truly blame himself? Not when there was a time, a time he remembered til today, where coming anywhere near you was a mere dream. A time when all he could do was lay on his bed in his dorm and wonder about childhood memories spent with you. He’d be damned if he took you for granted now.

“Keep going, please—fuck, ya gonna make me cum already,” he babbled between pants and growing moans, his cock throbbing uncontrollably in the circle of your wondrous digits.

“Already?” you echoed, coloured irises entranced at every contort of his features above you, your thighs rubbing against one another in an attempt to soothe the growing heat in your core as you revelled in how easily you could affect him—how easy it was for you to bring him to the brink of an orgasm.

“Yes, princess, already,” he stammered, hips jerking into your stroking fist erratically before they came to a halt, his swollen length twitching as his load splattered all over your belly, staining your clothes streaks of white. Caleb’s hot breath mingled with your own, groans erupting from his chest when you insisted on milking for all he was worth, wrist twisting up and down his shaft until the drip of warm semen stopped altogether.

“You’re gonna let me complete my push-ups now?” Caleb heaved, resting a forearm on the floor beside your head. Your lashes fluttered up at him for a moment before a sly smirk came up to your pretty face. Oh, great, she has an idea, Caleb sighed mentally.

“No.”

Of course.

“Right.. what’re your idea now, sweetheart? Cumming once ain’t enough for you?” Caleb spoke, shifting when you began pulling yourself downwards, slithering lower and lower until your face was right beneath his hips. “Dirty fuckin’ girl.” Caleb moaned softly when he felt your lips kiss his cum-slick cockhead, tongue peeking out to swirl around the sensitive crown. The man above you could feel his arousal returning full-force even after cumming once.

“Of course you need my cum in your mouth.. Need to taste it on that slutty tongue of yours, yeah? Taking my dick is all that tight little throat knows,” he growled, his earlier appreciation for your touch thrown out the window. His arm pulled away from the floor to find your head, long slender fingers tangling with the locks of your hair.

You inhaled a sharp breath just when you took his cock deeper into your mouth, his hand holding your hair captive using it as a leverage to fuck himself down your throat. It burned—but it burnt so good. You gagged and teared while he fucked into your face, using your mouth like he knew you wanted him to. And you did—you were practically clawing onto his thighs, pulling him deeper.

“Ooh, shit, baby.. i’m cum down your throat, and you’re— aah, gonna swallow it all.” Caleb continued his pursuit in chasing his orgasm—it was in arm’s reach, so fucking close, so fucking fast.

With a few frantic tugs on your hair bunched in his fist, his hips finally stilled when he buried his cock as deep as you could take, to your fucking limit. Simultaneously, his achingly sensitive cock pumped jet after jet of thick, hot cum down your throat. He made sure to pull out between his ongoing orgasm just to spill some on your tongue, making sure it’ll swirl around his shaft with his cum so he could it circle around his length when he pulled out.

Adoring the sight of you being dicked down by the colonel-- seeing you like that aroused Caleb-- you look so vulnerable and submissive towards him. He can't help but abuse the power he has against you, dominating you everytime he gets the chance because he knows you'll always submit yourself to him:(

He always uses the "pull it out whole and.... slam!" method--which makes your eyes roll to the back, legs trembling as you stick out your tongue. Feeling a euphoric climax rising to your aching pussy.

This man fucks like a dog in heat--acting like he haven't been balls deep fucking you countless times in every place of the fleet headquarters.

And what aroused him the most, is how you look so hot with that nurse's uniform. How the buttons that were once in place were now all gone because he was too impatient he ripped the shirt open with his hands-- leaving you just with your bare tits, filled with his saliva in display. The way the pencil skirt fits you perfectly-- riding up to your plush thighs. He can't help but want to bite and leave marks on the flesh:((

Caleb will always be a thighs man.

"-shit- I s-should dress..you-- hah-- up in... different uniforms n-next time..." He pants heavily, pressing his thumb against your stomach as he can feel his cock forming a bulge against your stomach while pounding inside of your tight entrance.

His angry red tip kissing and greeting your womb while he pumps it in and out-- stretching you out so good. With how big his cock is, it never leaves any space inside your warm tight pussy. You're always full of his gritty cock.

"heh- m-might need another hah--.. pussy appointment soon, Nurse.."

No worries, he's just a man who's into women in uniform.

The tip of his cock was already inside you when a knock on your door interrupted you, your grandmother asking if you knew where Caleb went because he wasn't in his room. Needless to say, you had to stop what you were doing and Caleb had a difficult time sneaking out of the bathroom.

“That... mmph... and this... is all your fault...” you struggle to say while biting back your moans as he grinds his fingers against a good spot, his thumb flicking at your clit. Caleb has always been too good with his hands. “You always—ah!—do this even when there are other people around...!”

“You wanna know why?” Chuckling, Caleb leans closer to whisper to your ear, lips brushing over your soft skin. “You squeeze me so fucking tight when we're about to get caught.”

You gush around his fingers as he mouths on the shell of your ear, moaning into the palm of your hand. He hums in satisfaction, pulling out his hand from your panties to admire the stringy release between his fingers. “You always cum too fast, pipsqueak. You pent up these days?”

How on earth could you possibly be pent up when you've been fucking Caleb at every opportunity? Every time you're left alone at the house, he fucks you against any flat surface he can find—the door when he's too impatient to go to your room, the bathroom sink because he likes making you watch yourself in the mirror when he's fucking you stupid, and even ate you out on the kitchen countertop at some point.

But the thing is, Caleb is undaunted by the possibility of being caught. So even when your Gran is around, he sneaks into your bedroom to fool around, just like what he's doing now under the pretense of “we watched a horror movie today, aren't you scared to sleep alone?”

Evidently, Caleb has no intention of letting you sleep tonight. He fondles your tits beneath your shirt, the tent in his sweatpants grinding against your clothed ass. “Don't pretend like you're innocent,” he mutters, making you yelp when he pinches your nipple. “You strutted around all day wearing my shirt without a bra, bending down in front of me on purpose... Did you know how hard it was to hold back from fucking you on the spot?”

“T-that was...!” Your cheeks flush with warmth. Sure, you were kind of riling him up on purpose, but that was under the assumption you'd be alone tonight.

“This ass...” he rubs you above your shorts, groaning as he palms at the soft flesh. “...was in my mind the entire fucking day. I held myself back until now, but I can't hold back anymore, fuck.”

He strips you off of your clothes, only leaving his shirt scrunched up above your breasts. He pulls down his sweatpants, and you feel his huge cock slap against your lower back, his pre-cum smearing across your skin. He holds the back of your knee to raise your leg, positioning his cock to your soaked pussy.

“Been waiting for this for so fucking long... Oh, shiiit,” he moans, long and drawn out and dirty as he slides right home, the tip of his dick pounding at your cervix. You squeal into your hand, your cunt clamping down on his cock so tightly but it doesn't deter his fast pace at all.

He reaches so deep like this, hitting spots he normally couldn't when you're in missionary. His huge cock feels like it's carving its own space into your body, coring you out from the inside, and it feels so good that you can't hold back your voice at all.

“Nn... Don't do that,” Caleb pulls away your hand from your mouth when he notices you biting down on your skin to hide your moans. He replaces it by putting his fingers in your mouth, cooing softly to your ear, “Suck. You're going to hurt yourself.”

You suck on his fingers, eyes rolling back to your head as he continues to pound you, fucking your pussy so good. Only Caleb knows how to make you feel so much pleasure to the point you can't think properly anymore. Your fingers could never hope to reach the places his cock touches.

It's how this twisted relationship started in the first place, Caleb catching you touching yourself when you forgot to lock your door. He taught you how to make yourself cum because you didn't know anything, until all you knew was him and his cock. But he was too big the first time you took him in that he had to fuck you loose with four fingers, sucking and licking at your pussy to make you wet enough to accept his thick girth and length. Now, he could slide inside you easily, your body having taken his shape.

Caleb stares at your messy face, utterly endeared. “Fuck, you're so fucking cute...” He takes out his fingers from your mouth, using them to tilt your jaw to meet his lips. He kisses you sloppy, no finesse as you slide your tongue against his, moaning into each other's mouths.  “Mm... open your mouth more... yeah, that's it, baby... good fucking girl...”

“Ah, fuck, Caleb!” you sob, desperately rocking against his cock. “I'm gonna cum, cumming, I can't anymore...!”

“You're gonna cum?” Caleb stops thrusting, making you whine and attempt to move yourself, but he holds onto your hips and pushes you into the mattress, laying you flat on the sheets on your front. He settles behind you, using his weight to pound you to the mattress harder. “Then fucking cum.”

You moan uncontrollably into the pillows, completely forgetting you're meant to stay quiet. Caleb fucks his cock harder, faster, deeper, failing to hold back his own grunts as you tighten up around him, wet heat melting around his dick. “Shit, I'm gonna cum too... I'm gonna cum hard in your slutty fucking pussy... fuck, I'm cumming!”

You squirt around his cock as he fills you up with cum, your fluids making a mess between your bodies and the sheets. You don't realize you're crying out up until Caleb grabs your chin and kisses you once more, muffling the lewd moans you're letting out while he's still cumming inside you, hot and thick. He gives you tiny, slowing thrusts, cock still spurting out semen. “Oh, baby, you did so good...” he sucks on your bottom lip, staring intently at your orgasm face. “Such a good fucking girl for me...”

“So... full...” is the only thing you can say, feeling the sheer volume of one load of his cum in your pussy, warming you from the inside.