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His tongue delves into my mouth, so deep that it almost chokes me. The close-trimmed stubble on his face scratches my cheek. He’s trying to get my dress off, but it’s so stiff and tight that he can’t even pull the skirt up around my waist.
Snarling with frustration, he grabs his jacket off the floor and pulls a knife out of the breast pocket. He presses a button and the blade flips up, swift and brutally sharp. It’s a lot like the one Nero carries. And just like Nero, I can tell from the way Callum holds it that he knows how to use a knife.
“Hold still,” he growls, pinning me down against the seat.
I hold perfectly still. With five or six quick jerks, he’s cut the dress off my body, leaving it in pieces on the limo floor.
I’m completely naked underneath.
Callum takes one second to devour my body with his eyes. Then he unbuttons his trousers, letting his cock spring free.
I’d never admit it to him, but Callum has a gorgeous cock. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. The deep cuts of his Adonis belt lead directly to the shaft, which is too thick for me to close my hand around. His skin is pale and creamy, and his cock is almost exactly the same color, with just a hint of pink on the head.
I quite enjoyed having it in my mouth that time in the shower. It was incredibly smooth, sliding in and out of my lips with ease.
In fact, I’d be willing to do it again right now. But Callum is too impatient.
He pulls me down on top of him so I’m straddling his lap. His cock stands up between us, reaching almost all the way up to my bellybutton. I slide my pussy lips back and forth along the shaft, moistening it. Then I lower myself down on the fat head, letting it slip inside of me.
Callum leans his head back against the seat, letting out a deep, guttural moan as my pussy swallows up his cock. His hands are wrapped tight around my waist, pulling me down.
Oh my fucking god it feels so good . . .
I’ve been wet all night long from the maddening friction of my bare pussy under that dress. I was horny and frustrated, wondering when the hell I was going to have sex again.
I have to admit, for a second Oliver’s offer didn’t sound that bad. He’s arrogant, and immature, and kind of an idiot, but at least he worshipped my body.
But when he was talking about the night we fucked on the sand dunes, a different image flashed into my head: Callum, shoving me up against the glass wall of the shower and sliding that thick, beautiful cock inside of me. I was thinking of my husband’s hands all over me in the humid heat, not my ex-boyfriend.
I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.
And now that I’m experiencing it again, it feels even better than the first time. Callum is even wilder and more ravenous than before. He’s taking my breasts in his mouth, sucking them like he’s starving and it’s the only thing keeping him alive. When he lets go of my nipple, he starts sucking my neck instead, so rough and so ravenous that I know I’m going to be covered in marks tomorrow.
I bounce up and down on his lap, riding his cock. The movement of the limo as it runs over rough parts in the road, or turns a corner, only increases the friction of the ride. Even the vibration of the engine is adding to the sensation. I can smell the rich leather of the seats, the alcohol in the sidebar, the blood on Callum’s shirt and the sweat on his skin.
He grabs a handful of my hair, biting the side of my neck like the vampire I imagine him to be. It sends shivers down my body; it makes me cling to his neck and squeeze around his cock.
“Aida,” he moans in my ear, “you’re so fucking gorgeous.”
I freeze for a second.
Callum has never complimented me before. I thought he liked girls like Christina Huntley-Hart—skinny, blonde, fashionable, popular. Well-bred like a show poodle.
When he attacked Oliver, I thought it was out of pride. Annoyance that Oliver crashed his fundraiser and tried to put his hands on his property.
I never imagined Callum might actually be jealous.
Is my tight-wound, stuck-up, perfectionist husband . . . actually into me?
I start to ride his cock again, rolling my hips so my pussy slides up and down the full length of his shaft.
Callum groans, his arms wrapped around me so tight I can hardly breathe.
I put my lips up against his ear and I whisper, “Do you want me, Cal?”
“I don’t want you,” he moans, his voice husky and raw. “I need you.”
His words release something inside of me. That part of me th
