Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29462 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
I sob and cry, babbling his name so loud it drowns out the storm outside. As my orgasm nears, I fight like hell to hold it off, not wanting this to end. But Callum knows what I'm doing. Somehow, he always sees me so clearly.
"Let go, Firefly," he demands, his voice a gritty rasp of sound. "You don't control what happens here. I do. You don't decide when you come or for how long, I do. Let go."
"Callum," I plead, begging him to let me stay just like this.
"Now, Firefly." His lips seam around my clit, sucking it into his mouth. His fingers curl up, stroking some magical spot inside.
I scream in defiance. I scream in ecstasy. I scream in submission. And I break, shattering into tiny pieces for him. Wave after wave batters me to the ground, unmaking me at the cellular level.
I emerge on the other side gasping for breath, trembling…stronger.
"Beautiful." Callum presses his lips to mine as he settles between my legs, notching his erection at my entrance. "My fierce little queen."
If I'm a queen, it's because he makes me feel like one.
"Are you ready to be mine?"
"I'm already yours, Callum."
"Yeah. You are." His smile lights up every corner of the room before he surges forward, pushing into me. His expression changes from joy to rapture as he slips inside, stretching me. He thrusts deep, sheathing himself inside.
I dig my nails into his shoulders, throwing my head back to cry his name into the room as he tears through my virgin barrier. There's pain. But there's beauty too. They're tied so tightly together, one fuses with the other, painting each stroke of his body into mine with ropes of each.
"Ah, Jesus, Firefly." His breath trembles at my lips, agony in his tone. "You're so fucking tight. Every time you breathe, you squeeze my cock like you're trying to brand him with your name."
"M-maybe I am." I drag my nails down his upper arms.
He presses his lips to my ear, nipping my lobe. "You don't have to brand him to claim him, sweet Hope. He already belongs to you. No one else will ever touch what belongs to you." He rolls us suddenly so I'm straddling his lap with my hands planted on his chest. "Now, ride me. I want to hear your ass clapping against my thighs every time you land."
Oh, sweet Jesus.
I lift up tentatively and then slide back down, trying to work out a rhythm. He helps guide me, using his hands on my hips to rock me against him. He's so much deeper this way, grinding against my cervix every time I drop down on him. The small bite of pain bleeds into pleasure, sending me reeling into another dimension.
I learn quickly. Within moments, I'm lifting up and dropping back down on him, riding him hard. He growls encouragements, his eyes at half-mast as he watches me in complete rapture.
"Such a fucking good girl." He bucks his hips to bounce me harder. "Look at you taking this dick like you were born to fuck."
"Callum." I claw at his thighs, his filthy mouth threatening to unravel me.
"I feel your cunt fluttering, Hope. You're going to come, aren't you?"
"Yes. God, yes," I cry, riding him hard. My ass lands against his thighs hard enough to sting as I slam myself down on him, chasing the pleasure looming like a wall directly ahead. I don't fight it this time. What's the point? He won't let me. As soon as I try, he'll punish me for it.
"Good."
I cry out as I go flying through the air, landing face down on the bed. Before my cry even ends, he's on me again, roughly shoving his way between my legs from behind. His body covers mine, pinning me to the bed as he thrusts into me hard.
"You're going to come just like this, Firefly," he breathes in my ear, yanking my hips up slightly so my ass is in the air and my upper body is prostrate on the bed. "I want you to feel me all the way in your fucking soul when I'm putting my kid in you."
I sob his name, clutching at the sheets as he pounds into me, one hand wrapped in my hair. The other runs down my body, touching me everywhere. He torments me as he fucks me, teasing me mercilessly. I writhe and sob, unable to move more than an inch or two because he's got me pinned in place.
It should frighten me. It should piss me off. But it doesn't. I love everything about his weight on top of me. I love having no control. I love being able to do nothing but take what he gives me. I love him. God, I love him so much it's terrifying and not nearly terrifying enough at the same time.