I slid my thumb between her folds, finding the soft, velvet heat. She was soaked. Ready.
“Alistair…” she begged, voice half-moan, half-prayer.
I groaned low in my throat, tracing lazy circles around her clit. Her thighs jerked, her hips tilted—offering herself up like a sacrifice.
“Say it,” I murmured, lips brushing her lower back. “Tell me why you did those poses in front of me. Did you want me to fuck your tight little hole while you pretend to do your morning stretches?”
Her head dipped, silent. Defiant.
I swatted her ass, fingers still buried deep inside her.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” she rasped. “Give me that cock. Show me no mercy.”
Her words made me pause. Still, measured, I withdrew my fingers from both holes, dragging the slick digits across her skin as I stood.
I slid my shorts off, watching her the whole time. She didn’t move.
“My good girl,” I praised.
I grabbed a cushion from the couch and tucked it beneath her hips, forcing her to arch beautifully as I pushed her flat against the mat.
Then I stood over her, cock in hand, slow and deliberate as I coated myself in lube. Not rushed. Not gentle. Just methodical. Like she was about to be claimed.
“Close those legs, baby,” I drawled, gripping her thighs. “I’m going to show you what no mercy feels like.”
I settled over her legs, guiding the blunt head of my cock to her lube-filled hole. No rush. No fumbling.
I wanted her to feel everything.
Sometimes she needed me to make love to her—soft kisses, gentle words, like she was made of fucking porcelain. Other times?
She wanted to be a brat.
She wanted me to grab her, bend her, and fuck her like she was nothing but a dripping little come hole.
Me?
I was here to serve.
She raised her little arse for me, presenting herself like a gift. I adjusted my knees on the mat, steadying myself, one hand spread across the small of her back, the other guiding my cock to that slick, greedy hole.
The head breached her first, slow and firm.
She sucked in a sharp breath.
“Yeah, baby,” I crooned. “Swallow me up. Just like you did the first time.”
I rubbed soothing circles on her lower back, grounding her as her hole stretched around me. “I know how much you love taking me here. So fucking tight. So brave for me.”
It was obscene how good she looked like this—flushed, face pressed to the mat, arms limp at her sides. Her pink lips were parted, soft puffs of breath escaping as she focused on taking me inch by inch.
I rocked my hips shallowly, letting her adjust, letting her feel me.
Most women I’d been with couldn’t even take me in their pussy without tapping out halfway—let alone like this. But Callie?
My girl opened for me like it was her purpose in life.
