“Don't move. Keep those legs open,” I warned.
I stood there a moment longer, letting her take it all in—every inch of me she’d begged for just yesterday, every inch I’d driven into her until she couldn’t remember her own name.
“You’re not blinking,” I murmured. “Does that mean you like what you see?”
She gave a shaky nod, pupils blown, lips glossy from where she’d licked them raw.
I slid my boxers down slow, watching the way her breath caught the moment I freed myself.
And still, I was only halfway hard.
“You see what you do to me?” I asked, fisting myself once, lazily. “This is what your body calls for. What it needs.”
Her hips lifted instinctively. Desperate little thing.
“You want to be split open again?” I asked, stepping closer, cock heavy in my hand. “Want to feel me ruin that sweet cunt until you cry?”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t answer. She couldn’t answer.
“I told you, baby. Today’s lesson is about presentation.”
I gripped her thighs and dragged her closer to the edge of the bed. Her back arched as she tried to raise her hips, like instinct.
And maybe it was.
Chapter 13
Callie
This was like my personal striptease. The kind of thing women paid for—on stage, in private booths—if they were lucky. And here I was getting it for free.
Actually, scratch that.
He was technically paying me by waiving my rent.
He fisted his cock again, sliding his hand from root to tip until a single, clear droplet formed on the head.
It clung there. Heavy. Tempting.
“Sir,” I whispered, unable to look away from the one-eyed beast.
I was tired and sore, but like a masochist, I needed it.
“You gonna take my come again? Take it in your fertile young pussy hole? Take it raw?” he asked, tightening his grip on my thigh as he used his girth to tease my pussy.
“Yes, sir. Give it to me,” I panted, trying to raise my hips.
He pressed the wet head down until I felt him at my entrance. Parting me open for him.
“Say it.”
“Breed me, Alistair,” I said hoarsely.
Deep down, I knew that I’d regret my words, but right now I needed him so badly that it didn't matter.
“Fill me up. Empty your balls inside me. Fuck me—”
I never got to finish.
