Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
We explore each other in silence as we strip, working together to shuck the wet jeans clinging to our legs. By the time we're naked, I'm a quivering mess.
"Beautiful," he growls, stepping back to look at me.
If I'm beautiful, he's transcendent, like an ancient Celtic warrior. His body is hewn from thick, corded muscle. His stomach isn't defined but one hard slab. The muscles in his arms and legs stand in testament to the sheer power of this man. And his erection….
I reach out, running my fingers down his thick shaft.
"Firefly," he groans, throwing his head back.
"You're so hard." I step closer, wrapping my hand around his length. Trying to, anyway. My fingers don't touch. I think that should probably intimidate me, but it doesn't. I want to know what it's like to have him inside me. Will it burn? Will it ache? Will he split me wide open? I want to find out.
A painful laugh rattles from his lips. "Believe me, baby, I'm aware. I've been that way since I met you. Ah, God. Squeeze just like that." He rocks his hips into my hand, writhing in ecstasy. His eyes are at half-mast, his gaze riveted to the sight of my hand on his cock. "Christ, I could come just watching you jack my cock, Firefly."
"Yeah?" I sink to my knees at his feet, putting myself at eye level with his erection. "And what if I do this, Callum?" I lean forward, flicking my tongue out to lick the broad head. His taste erupts on my tastebuds, salty and masculine. I groan and inch forward, wrapping my lips around him.
"Ah, goddamn, Firefly." He spears his hands into my hair, his fingers tugging at the tangles. "You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"
I moan around him.
"Watch your teeth, baby," he groans, instructing me on what to do. "Hollow your cheeks and suck when you plunge down. Fuck. Yeah, just like that." His hand tightens in my hair, his breath turning to a ragged pant. "Goddamn, you learn quick."
Pride roars through me at his praise. I press my legs together, the throb between them driving me crazy as I lick and suck, exploring him in a way that's new and exciting and far sexier than I ever imagined. He's completely at my mercy like this and yet…and yet somehow, he still manages to be the one in control as he thrusts between my lips.
I should hate it. I don't cede control or give it up to anyone. But with him, I don't want to be in control. I want to hand it over and let him lead. I trust him to take care of me. I fall backward into the loss of inhibition, reveling in the freedom it brings with it.
I plunge down again, taking him deeper. He hits the back of my throat, choking me. For just a moment, he holds me there. My throat closes around him. My eyes water.
"I feel you choking on my cock, Hope." He rocks his hips in tiny pulses. "I like it more than I should."
So do I. Oh, God. So do I.
Unable to resist, I slip a hand between my legs, touching myself, trying to relieve the ache there.
Callum roars, jerking backward. The next thing I know, I'm on my back on the bed with him on top of me, my legs spread wide around his hips as he glares down at me. "You touched my pussy."
"I…I…" I break off, writhing in torment.
"No one pleasures you but me, Hope," he growls, his eyes on fire. "No one touches what belongs to me. Not even you." He nips my throat, capturing my hands in one of his to pin them to the bed above my head. The other rakes down my abdomen before slipping between my thighs to part my folds. "When this perfect cunt aches, you come to me."
"Yes!" I agree as his thumb settles against my clit. "Yes, Callum."
He plays with me until I'm sobbing, his eyes locked on mine, claiming pieces of my soul. Possessing it. Or maybe it was his all along and he's merely taking ownership. I don't know. But he's in there, branding every dark corner with his name and his touch. And when I can't stand any more of his wicked torment, he pulls his hand away, kissing a hot trail down my body.
He rakes his teeth down my lower belly. Kisses my mound. His eyes glow as they meet mine. "Sing for me, Firefly," he breathes, lifting me toward his mouth.
I don't sing. I drown in his arms. His tongue spears through my folds, and I find heaven. It's right here in this bed with him. It's his mouth on me, his hands vises around my hips. His possessive growl ringing out around us.
He licks and sucks and bites, snarling as he eats me alive. The vibrations against my core add to the pleasure wracking my body, ratcheting it up a notch. He increases it a thousandfold when he works two fingers inside me, thrusting and stroking.