Page 89 of Untroubled Heart

I hold my cock to her pussy, rubbing the piercing over her clit and earning a stumbling gasp. My balls tighten as I make myself wet with her cum, like a branding claim. No one else will own me the way she does.

Her nails rake over my skin, her eyes find mine.

“Mason.” She whimpers. “Please.”

I push inside, already on the brink of coming as her fluttering pussy welcomes me.

Lifting her other leg, I wrap them both around my hips and hold her by the ankles as I drive in.

Her tits bounce as I fuck her harder, and she swivels her hips, meeting my rhythm as my piercing hits her G-spot.

“Fuck, Callie, that’s it. Show me how much your needy little cunt loves my cock.”

Her back arches up, and I can see her nipples are rock solid beneath her bather top. I lean forward, biting her nipple through the fabric before pulling it aside and bringing the hard bud to my mouth.

“God, Mason. I love when you do that.” Callie holds my head, grinding her clit against me as I hold her breast and squeeze. I nip and lick, savouring the sweet milk that drips free, and when her pussy clamps down on me, I moan into her neck, spilling my cum inside her.

“Fuck,” I gasp, pulling out, dick still leaking as I take myself in hand and jerk up and down, coating her clit and pussy in the last of my release.

Her legs clench around my hips, body still squirming as if hot need still burns inside her.

I bring a hand to her neck, pulling her to my lips for a kiss.

“Lie down,” I say, then carefully guide her down until her back touches the table.

My hand slides from her neck to her chest and stomach until it slips through the cum I marked her with. I push two fingers inside, then twist my palm so I can rub her clit. With the pressure firm, I massage against her inner wall, feeling the rough patch on top.

Callie’s eyes fly open, her hands gripping the edge of the table as her mouth drops open with a silent scream.

“Relax, baby,” I soothe, my other hand coming up to lightly pinch and twist her nipple.

She chokes out a gasp, and her legs tremble where they’re locked around me.

“You can do it.” I push down on her clit with my palm as my fingers make a come-hither motion. Not too fast, and not too slow, just steadily coaxing her pleasure forward until I feel her pulsing around me.

Her body shakes with a wild moan. “That’s my good girl, let me have it.” I thrust my hand a little quicker. “I need it so bad, baby. Come for me. Please.”

Callie gushes over my hand, squirting all over the table, and I’ve never seen anything more stunning than my girl.

“Ohh, look how good you did for me.” I praise her as one hand caresses her stomach and over her thighs, and the other draws in and out of her pussy while the violent tremors subside.

I lean over her, pressing kisses to her along her jaw. “That was so fucking beautiful.”

“Did you break me?” she pants. Her eyes are closed, and her cheeks are red from exertion.

“Never, baby. I’ll always look after you.”

Chapter thirty-two

“Are you sure about this?” Anna asks as we pull up in front of a basic apartment block.

Bland cream bricks and half-dead garden beds in front of every unit. It’s not falling apart, it’s actually in a lot better condition than I was expecting from a guy who hasn’t made much of himself in the last few years, jail time included.

“Yes.” I step out of her Lexus, meeting her wary face as she rounds the hood and stands beside me on the footpath.

“And we don’t think running it by Callie first might be a better option?”

I heard what her ex said to her last week, when he confronted her outside work, stopped at the corner, his eyes boring into mine before he asked what Navie was worth to her. I also heard him tell her he knows all about me and my deep pockets. He wanted her to ask me for money to make him go away, when he didn’t want to be in either of their lives anyway. I made it worse when I put us on speakerphone. I caused this, and it’ll be me who makes it go away.