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“Fuck, yes,” he sighs, sinking his hands into my hair, massaging my scalp while I lower my head, taking him deep.
The salty taste of his precum fills my mouth, and I savor it as I bob up and down, drawing more and more of it from him. I’m wetter than ever, the slickness coating my inner thighs by the time he begins moving his hips.
“I love seeing you on your knees, my cock in your pretty mouth.”
My clit is almost painfully swollen now, throbbing, and there’s nothing I can do but hike my dress up and wedge a hand between my legs.
“Fuck, yeah,” he mutters once he realizes what I’m doing. “Such a dirty girl. I can see your pussy weeping juices onto the floor. I want you to make yourself come for me. Come with me in your mouth.”
It doesn’t look like I have a choice. I was already so close, and now with the motion of my fingers against my hard nub combined with his filthy words, the tension suddenly breaks and there’s nothing I can do but moan wordlessly while he continues thrusting. My body shudders in relief, trembling by the time he pulls back and falls from my lips.
He takes himself in one hand, stroking his slick shaft, while he pulls me to my feet and turns me away from him with the other, before pushing me against the bed until I fall across it with my feet still on the floor. All it takes is the touch of his hands against my legs while he works the dress around my waist to set off my hunger again. Not that it ever went away, even after coming. All that did was whet my appetite and deepen the primal need coursing through me.
He wastes no time yanking down my thong, pausing to drag his head through my sopping slit before plunging inside. “Yes!” I cry out. There is nothing in the world more satisfying than the feeling of his thick cock stretching me the way only he can. I’m happy to hand control back to him, moaning when he takes me by the hips and pulls me against him in time with his deep, sensual strokes.
Now there’s nothing but sensation. Sweet, hot, addictive sensation that rolls over me like the waves crashing beyond our door. I give myself over to it, losing myself the way only he can make me do.
“Fuck, you’re such a good girl. My good girl. My wife,” he whispers between thrusts. “I’m going to fill this tight little hole up. Do you want that? Do you want me to come inside you? I want to see your pretty pink pussy dripping with cum.”
As he speaks, he pushes the dress up further, and I quickly pull it over my head before propping myself on my palms to thrust back against him. “Yes! Come inside me. Please come inside me,” I moan.
Callum’s filthy mouth will get me to agree to anything, I swear.
He cups my breasts, massaging and tweaking my nipples until all I can do is whimper my approval as the tension in my core builds. He fucks me hard and fast. The friction and pleasure rising with each thrust. He’s rough but sensual, enlivening parts of my body I didn’t know existed before him. I have a lifetime of this to look forward to, being ravished, worshiped. What’s better? I get to worship him in return.
“Callum… it’s so good!” My skin is slick with sweat by the time he loses his rhythm, pummeling me with sharp, deep strokes that make me gasp and squeal each time he slams into me. Every slap of his balls against my clit sends me higher and higher.
“Milk my cock, baby,” he commands before sinking his teeth into my shoulder. “I want to feel your muscles quiver and flutter around my cock. Don’t let me down. Squeeze my cock until my eyes roll to the back of my head.”
The sudden burst of pain intensifies my pleasure and before I know it, I’m clenching down on him, my body going stiff before I scream out my release. “Callum… I’m… coming!” I let out a possessed scream, so it probably carries outside. I don’t care. Let the resort know Callum Torrio fucks me so well. Let them envy me for having a husband like him.
“Fuck yes, you are…” He slams into me over and over again, owning my body, my pleasure. “Oh, fuck…” he growls. “Here I come, baby…” Then he explodes, and the warmth of his release spreads through my core. By the time we collapse in a sweaty heap on the side of the bed, I’m laughing breathlessly.
“How long did we manage to keep our hands off each other this time?” I ask between gasps for air.
He checks his watch, squinting at the face before smirking. “Three hours and twenty-three minutes. That’s a new record. I hope you’re not getting tired of me.”
“Tired of you?” I can only smile at the love of my life while considering the idea. “Never.”
His handsome face lights up when he smiles back at me. “Good, because we’ve got a lifetime ahead of us.”
I know, and I can hardly wait.
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The End
