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I thought touching her soft skin would ground me, calm me down, but seeing her in front of me now with just her bra on… It’s making me unhinged in a different way.
I wrap one arm around her waist, lifting her to me so her face is in line with mine. My hand is gripping her hair, holding her in place so I can crush my mouth against hers. She accepts my kiss with a gasp, opening her mouth when I slide my tongue across her bottom lip.
“Callie, I’m gonna fuck you now. I’m gonna bury my cock in you until I can’t think about anything but your tight pussy.” I set her down on her feet and take a step back. She looks hot as hell standing there with her hair tousled and her lips swollen from kissing me. “I can’t be gentle, not right now. If you don’t want this, you have to say no.”
I stand still, waiting for her response, feeling like I might combust at any moment. The rage, the fear, the lust, the love, I’m feeling right now is all too much. My nervous system is going haywire. Once I start fucking her, I’m going to be lost in her, and I know it’s not fair to her, but it’s exactly what I need.
Instead of responding, she slowly slides her pants down, kicking them toward her sweatshirt that was already tossed away. “Fuck me, Nathan.”
My cock jumps at her words, already painfully hard. She said it so confidently, she knows how much I need her right now, her boldness spurring my need to take her. I feel like crawling out of my skin, I want to crush my body to hers again, not let any space between us. But, I need to fight for control, that’s what I need to restore my equilibrium.
“Take the rest off,” I demand.
She unhooks her bra from the back, letting the straps slide down her arms, before dropping it to the ground, “Yes, Sir.”
Her perfect tits are finally exposed, her nipples tight with need, making me want to bury my face in them. The thin band hugging her hips makes my mouth water, but watching her slide it down her thighs makes me almost come undone. She maintains eye contact while her panties fall to the floor, waiting for my next move.
I pull my shirt over my head, discarding it on the back of the couch. “Come here,” I order and she steps immediately to me, “turn around, lean over the cushions.”
She doesn’t hesitate, angling her body exactly how I need her to. Her ass is up, the perfect height for me to fuck her, the rest of her torso hovering above the couch cushions, facing away from me. If I wasn’t so out of my mind with need, I’d take a picture of her bent over with her legs spread, and hang it in every room of this fucking house. So fucking beautiful.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Callie
My pulse is racing. The energy in the room is crackling because of Nathan’s intensity. I know he’s upset about his conversation with Sheriff Donahue, but I still don’t know what was said. My worries are forgotten though, because right now Nathan is all I can focus on. His piercing gaze is glued to my exposed body, radiating with dominance. Something I am starting to crave from him.
Feeling his eyes trail along my nakedness makes me feel open and vulnerable but in a good way. There is no hiding from him, and I don’t feel any need to. He makes me feel beautiful but sexy, and powerful in my own way.
“Spread your legs wider,” he orders, his voice low, filled with lust. I quiver at the sound of it, immediately shuffling my feet further apart, leaving me wide open and at his mercy. Exactly where I want to be.
He had asked me earlier if I was afraid of him, and I would have laughed if it weren’t for his obvious distress because I realized right away he wasn’t the same as my ex. He’d never do anything that could harm me. The power he has over me is comforting. It’s safe.
When he cautioned me he wasn’t going to be gentle, he presented it as a warning, but I hoped it was a promise. Being rough isn’t going to scare me off, it’s going to make me want more. It’s the comfort of being yourself and exploring pleasure with someone because you know you’re truly safe to do so. I’m safe to let go and enjoy the pleasure that I receive because there’s no act. Sex with him isn’t a performance that I’m putting on to satisfy him. It’s a raw connection that we’ve found within each other.
So, I stand here, bent over the back of the couch, waiting for his touch, yearning for him. My anticipation is making my breathing unsteady, and when Nathan finally kneels behind me and grabs both sides of my ass in his hands, I gasp. “So, perfect,” he whispers, slapping one cheek, leaving a sting of pain behind making me whimper.
He slaps the other side, and another small noise escapes my lips. He kneads my ass cheeks, rubbing out the stinging his hands left. I feel his warm breath on my center and I swear I convulse at the proximity, my pussy begging for his touch. He answers my wish, his tongue gliding from my clit up to my second hole, something I’ve never experimented with before.
He buries his face in my pussy, and I swear he’ll suffocate. There’s no way he can breathe, but the thought is lost as soon as he starts devouring me. He licks, sucks, bites, and eats me out like he’s starved. I have to brace my hands on the couch cushions below me to keep from toppling over.
The extra leverage allows me to grind back against his face, desperately seeking every sensation. The stubble on his face scrapes across my sensitive flesh, making me cry out. The pressure inside me is increasing rapidly, each second of his attention bringing me closer to exploding.
“Ride my face, baby,” he demands, diving back in, his tongue fucks me while I grind against him. His face is pressed so deeply into me, his chin brushes against my clit as I buck against him. I’m so close to cumming, but I can’t make any coherent words, everything leaving my mouth is a mix between a moan and a plea for more. He stands up suddenly, leaving me on the edge of release, making me groan in protest.
“Be a good girl and hold on tight,” he orders with another slap to my ass, his fingers grazing my folds, making me whimper. Without another word, Nathan drives his cock deep inside me, taking my breath away. I hardly have a second to adjust to his invasion when he starts fucking me hard. I have no choice but to grip the couch cushion under my hands, hopelessly trying to stay in place. Nathan grips my hips, keeping me right where he wants me, pounding into me like a man possessed.
His brutal thrusts are making me lose my mind with pleasure, his balls slap against my clit over and over, tipping me over the edge. I finally cum, hard.
“OH, GOD. YES!” I scream, my walls contracting around his hammering cock.
Pulling me up by my arms, so my back is pressed against his chest, he grabs my neck, holding me close so he can whisper in my ear, “Such a good girl.” He bites my ear lobe, making me whimper.
Having Nathan wild over me is something I can’t get enough of, and I love every second of it. His hands move to my breasts, cupping them so he can hold onto me while he continues driving into me, harder with each thrust. His hands keep roaming, like he can’t stop touching me, they caress my stomach, my hips, and my back. He drags his palms from my shoulders down to my wrists, pulling them back toward him.
“Spread your ass for me, baby, I wanna see it.” I do as he says, grabbing each cheek and exposing my tight hole to him. He spits, the warm moisture trailing down to the puckered hole. “Put a finger in,” he commands, his thrusts slow down but don’t stop. His focus is lasered in as I hesitantly slide my middle finger in the tight opening, just to my first knuckle. It’s a new feeling, but not bad, just full. What’s more erotic is having Nathan’s eyes on me while both my holes are penetrated. I wonder what it would feel like to have him fuck me here? I shiver at the thought, anticipation filling my gut.
I faintly realize that he’s grabbed the t-shirt he had tossed onto the couch earlier, twisting it until it’s rolled tight, like a rope. He loops it around my neck, and I know exactly where this is going. Another first, but not unwelcome. Nathan is putting every fantasy I’ve ever had to the test, and I’m eagerly along for the ride. The shirt tightens around my throat, not suffocating, but enough to make my breathing shallow.
