Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113464 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 567(@200wpm)___ 454(@250wpm)___ 378(@300wpm)
Why don’t you find out? I don’t know what’s happening to me or who I’m turning into. I almost said that out loud. This must be what he means by the walls around me. The way I hold myself back.
I lift my head, watching with my heart in my throat as he lines his bulbous purple head up with my flooded cleft. All it takes is the slightest pressure against what is already swollen and throbbing to make me lift my hips as much as I can.
“That’s it,” he croons, brushing the head of his cock through my swollen folds. “Give in to what you want. Don’t stop yourself.”
“It feels… so good…” My head rolls from side to side, and the sweetest sensations ripple through me. “More. More.”
“Are you on birth control?” he asks when his head slides dangerously close to my entrance.
I strain against the ropes holding me still.
I’ve never been this needy, but nobody has taken me to such a pleasurable place, where it feels like my life hangs in the balance of whatever comes next.
“Yes, the pill,” I grunt, struggling to get him inside. There is nothing standing between us. Why is he hesitating?
”There’s too much risk,” he mutters, seemingly to himself, his brow furrowed like he’s struggling. “I’ll have to settle for this.”
“Oh, my god!” My cry echoes through the room when he presses his head against my needy hole but goes no further. Nerve endings sizzle and dance, the tension strong enough to drive me out of my skull. “More! Please! Please, I need you to fuck me.”
“Just the tip,” he mutters over my cries, teasing me before moving back to the folds around my clit.
It’s not the same, but it’s just as good—maybe better, since the friction he creates, combined with his grunts of pleasure, sends me racing toward the edge of the cliff. My body doesn’t care about right or wrong. All it wants is more.
Jerking his hips, he drives himself up and down the length of my sopping pussy. “I can’t even describe how beautiful you look tied to the bed at my complete mercy.” He’s breathing hard, losing himself the way I am. “Give it to me. Give me that orgasm, Bianca. Come for me.”
I’m going to. I’m so close, my muscles contract, my body tensing until I seize up—then shatter, screaming wordlessly in the wake of my release after so much tension. Waves of bliss wash over me while I writhe helplessly and croak the only word I can think of. “Callum! Callum!”
A rush of warmth startles me out of my haze. I open my eyes and look down the length of my torso to find him coming again, this time on my stomach. He’s coating it in his sticky fluid.
I don’t understand the swell of pride the sight brings me. How right it feels for him to mark me with his release. Like he owns me.
He does.
He swipes a hand through his cum, and I watch with amazement as he rubs it in like lotion all across my pussy. Marking me further. Making sure there’s no cleaning him off me.
Our eyes meet, and he offers a ghost of a grin. “Mine. All mine.”
I nod, caught up in the moment. Fascinated by him. Wanting him all over again.
“Such a good girl. You trusted me. Turns out I might make an obedient girl out of you after all.” His smile warms me to the tips of my toes.
I wish I could let his voice soothe me into relaxation, but now that the crazy rush of yearning has passed, there’s nothing but cold, hard reality in its wake, and I’m reminded of my betrayal. Tatum would kill me if she found out. This would destroy our friendship.
“Are you sure this is right?” I hate myself for asking, but I have to. I can’t pretend we’re the only people in the world.
His lips gather in a thin line of what has to be disappointment. I brace myself for his anger—I should’ve waited until he untied me—but all he says is, “Stop doubting yourself. Are you an adult, Bianca?”
“Yes.”
He keeps rubbing, almost massaging his jizz into my skin. “Do you want this?”
I don’t have to think about it. “Yes.”
He nods slowly before meeting my gaze, unblinking. “Then it doesn’t matter whether this is right or wrong. All that matters is what we want.”
I mull it over while he unbuckles my restraints. All that matters is us. Is that true? I can’t believe how much I want it to be.
“How do you feel?” He takes my chafed wrist in both hands and rubs it tenderly, his thumb tracing the pink line the leather left behind. “Does this hurt?”
“Not really, no.” I smile.
“Fucking perfect.” He presses his lips to my wrist before leaning down and, to my surprise, brushing his mouth against mine. His kiss is gentle and sweet, but enough to set my soul on fire. He sinks his hands into my hair and cradles my head, his tongue sweeping the seam of my lips, tantalizing but stopping short of plunging inside.