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“And what happens after,” I ask right before flicking the tip with my tongue. “Will you punish me?”
“Fifty.”
“That’s not fair.”
“Fifty-two.”
With my eyes on his, I take him down to the back of my throat and swallow. His eyes narrow, hands clenching at his sides while I flick the tip of my tongue against the base of his length once, twice, and then pull back. This time, though, I pause at the engorged head and suck, hollowing my cheeks until I get what I want.
“Fuck, love. You have such a pretty little mouth,” he growls. The sound is deep and reverberates through his chest, and I feel it all the way down to my core. My walls pulse—they grip at nothing. I want him. “Lips stretched. Full of me.”
“More.”
“You want more?” One of his large hands grips the back of my head, fisting the wet strands there. “Want me to fuck you?”
“Please.”
“Then take what I give you.” His hips snap forward and he strokes deep, not stopping until my lips touch the base and then he stays there, savoring the feel of my throat choking him. Callum groans deeply, shivers, and then pulls out and in. With each pump, the dark look in his eyes is hot. Exhilarating, and I let out a long moan at the sight. “You like this, don’t you? To be used by me?”
All I can do is nod. Suck harder.
I’m not a virgin. I’m not someone who sleeps around or needs a man to get off.
But this, him…he brings out my inner whore.
I want to please him. Watch him lose control.
“Give me all of you, Callum.”
For some reason, those words snap him back and he pulls out abruptly. The look on his face is feral, aroused and angry, but before I can ask what’s wrong, I’m up, feet off the ground.
He’s holding my weight and core right over his hard cock, labia against the heated flesh. My wetness coats him, my right thigh lifting a bit to open myself up a little more before closing.
I trap him against me, my thighs tightening.
This also reminds me of the night we met, how he lifted my body off the ground and held me while I gyrated against him, my ass to his thickness. Now it’s my slick flesh that rubs him. He feels so good.
“All I wanted was to hold you all night. To rest, because I’m tired, Venus. So tired,” he says, voice deep and low. Almost a growl. “I’ve missed my girl. Missed her smile. Her fresh peach scent.” And I no longer argue those words. He’s right. I’m his. With one hand, he grips my right asscheek, flexing his cock between my lips and they part, spreading to let him slide through. From clit to entrance and then poking out from the curve of my cheeks, I feel him. I’m nearly overwhelmed by his size and girth; I know he’ll stretch me to the point of pain. Because Callum is bigger than my one rebellious mistake and the toys I have inside the drawer beside my bed. “Since I left, all I could think of was coming back to you. To have you beside me again.”
“Me too.” I’d leave with him today if he asked. No hesitation.
“But more than that, I hate that all I get is a few hours before I’m back on a plane.”
“It’s more than I thought I’d get,” I whisper back, the heated rush of lust receding a bit. It still lingers in the background, simmering, but it’s his sincerity that takes the forefront. To hear him, to experience his need, is heavenly. This between us isn’t easy. Hell, my circumstances are a mess, but I’ll wait. Find a way to be with him. I was leaving for Europe soon anyway. That alone is a sign. “We knew it wouldn’t be an overnight fix, Callum. I’m willing to wait.”
“I know, but the guilt still sits heavy with me. It’s a feeling I’m not used to.”
“Why guilt? You’ve done nothing wrong.”
“That’s the thing; I should be here. Always with you.” His lips slant over mine the moment the last words slip through his plump lips. This kiss is less hurried and more worshipping, a slow overtaking of my senses, and I can’t stop the gentle roll of my hips. Cock hard and tight against my slick pussy, I do it again and again, earning a hiss that I taste.
It’s need and lust and an emotion that I’m not ready to decipher. The implication alone would be the end of me.
So instead, I give in and close the world out. I kiss him back just as eagerly, entwining our tongues and savoring a taste uniquely his. There’s a hint of whiskey and smoke, but not cigarette. This is earthier. Attractive. Drawing back, I bite his lips, dragging my teeth down the abused flesh.
His grip on me tightens, and I cry out as pleasure spreads through my body. That small jerk, how the thick flesh drags across my clit, has me gasping for breath. I’m wound tight. I’m in need, and he knows this.
Revels in it.
