Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66672 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 267(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
“Need to get you on birth control for sure,” he muttered gutturally. “I want to fuck you. I want to do it bare. And I want to fill you so full of my come, every single day, that you never don’t have me inside of you.”
I giggled and slowly went back down to my elbows, then farther to my chest.
I heard him opening and sliding on the condom.
Anticipation started to slither up my spine, tingling and excited.
I felt his hands, then his cock, and closed my eyes on a groan. “Please.”
He pushed inside, filling me up in one smooth push.
I groaned as he filled me.
“Yes,” I breathed.
Everything felt perfect.
He waited for me to adjust, his hands gripping and ungripping my hips as he tried to give me the time I needed to become comfortable again.
But I didn’t want comfort with Callum. I wanted what he wanted to give me.
I wiggled my hips, pushing back against him so hard that the curly hairs around his cock pressed against sensitive skin, then said, “Please.”
He took that as I meant it, then started to fuck me in hard, unforgiving thrusts.
I groaned, my eyes squeezing shut, and whispered into the sheets.
“Please, please, please.” I repeated it over and over as he took me.
But eventually, I couldn’t even utter that because I was coming.
And boy, did I come.
Just the idea of not having to think so much when he was giving it to me would’ve usually been enough.
But then Callum was just Callum.
“Oh Jesus, yes,” I whispered. “Yes.”
His thrusts became softer then, more aimed to hit a certain spot, and I saw stars.
Normally, I wasn’t a two-orgasm person.
When I was playing with myself, touching myself exactly where I needed to be touched, I only ever got one out before I had to stop and give myself some time.
And maybe Callum was more aware of my body than I was because he didn’t brutally take me. Didn’t expect me to go fast.
He played my body like his own personal fiddle, and within a few minutes of the soft loving he was giving me, I was once again rising up to meet another orgasm.
“God,” I breathed. “I’m going to come again.”
He smoothed his hand up the length of my back before dropping it down to his cock.
There, he gathered some wetness on his thumb, then brought it up to sweep over my asshole.
Just one sweep and I was seeing stars.
I vaguely heard him crying out behind me, grunting out words of praise, and his utter annoyance at him having to wear a condom.
Then all things were still, and he was holding my hips in a death grip with one hand, while petting me with the other.
“I don’t want you to go,” were his first words after the most intense orgasm of my life.
I didn’t want to leave.
“I wish I had a choice.”
Because I didn’t.
My parents would never forgive me for not coming, and unfortunately, I needed a job to live the kind of life I loved living.
“You could always go with me,” I teased.
He pulled out and disposed of the condom, and I just lay there like a lump on a log—or a lump on an ottoman—while he did.
“I wish I could,” he replied. “But I think my guys might start quitting if I don’t start working again.”
I snickered. “You can hire new ones.”
He chuckled as well. “But new hires are kind of hard to deal with. They don’t know the jobs, or the expectations. And new hire paperwork is a bitch.”
I sighed and rolled over, my eyes going to the man that was standing beside me, looking down at me hungrily. “Then I guess we’ll just have to make the most of this night.”
He bent over and scooped me up, pulling me into his arms like an oversized child.
“Guess I’ll have to,” he teased.
Then he carried me to my bed.
But a flash of light as we moved, and a shift of a shadow, had me placing my hand against Callum’s neck. “I think I saw something. Hold up a second.”
“About that…” He hesitated as he looked out into the deserted darkness. “I’m pretty sure we just gave your ex a show.”
CHAPTER 16
The fuller the fridge, the more energy efficient it is.
-Text from Iris to Shine
IRIS
The last thing I wanted to do was leave.
In fact, if I had to choose two things that I didn’t want to do, they would’ve been getting out of the bed that I was sharing with Callum. Followed by having to shower his smell off of my skin.
After saying our goodbyes at the road, I watched as he rode away on his motorcycle, tingles of excitement in places that wouldn’t get attention for the next few days.
I was just turning around to head to my car when a hand curled around my wrist and squeezed.