Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 43540 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 218(@200wpm)___ 174(@250wpm)___ 145(@300wpm)
I should say I’m stunned at his move. That this is disgusting and shove him off me. But I do neither. It’s as if two ugly years haven’t separated us, and we’re back to being just Easton and Callie. Two souls connected and desperate for one another. He backs me up against the fire mantel, causing a frame to fall. His free hand tears at my jacket zipper while mine fumble with his jeans. Our kiss turns savage, demanding, and I open wider for him. My jacket is gone, along with my shirt, and I moan into his mouth when he slips a hand inside my pants.
Easton growls in approval when he slips through my slick heat, finding me sopping wet. “Always wet for me,” he murmurs, easing past my lips and pumping one, then two fingers inside me.
My mouth falls open in pleasure. “That’s not for you,” I lie, riding his hand like it’s my job. God, it’s been so long since someone has touched me there.
“Then tell me who it’s for, Cal.” He works me hard and fast, burying three fingers in me until I become delirious with need.
“Nope,” I moan through parted lips.
He sinks three fingers inside me, and my knees almost buckle. “Not yet, babe,” he says and pulls away. My jeans are ripped down my legs with my thong, and his mouth covers my pulsating mound before I can argue. “Your cunt is so wet. You’re dripping for me.”
I snake my hands through his hair and tug. “Not for you.” I bite my tongue, fighting the moan that wants to ripple up my throat. His hands slide around and squeeze my ass, pressing me closer to him. He laps and sucks at me, and I fight not to think about what’s happening. It’s so fucking awesome, and I know when I come, it may last for eons because it’s been that long. But I also know there will be some heavy regret when I come down. I push that last thought away and pull at his hair.
“Still feisty,” he hums against my clit. I clench around him, my pending orgasm close.
“Always still a talker. Please stop ruining this and shut up.” His laughter rumbles against my sex, creating more sensation.
“I’ll stop talking, babe.” And he does. He uses his mouth in better ways, thrusting, tongue fucking my pussy. I lose the battle almost instantly. My body starts to spasm, and I come violently against his mouth.
“Easton.” His name falls from my lips in a part whisper, part moan as my orgasm rocks through me. Suddenly, his mouth and hands are gone. Then, he’s picking me up, and within seconds, I’m tossed onto the couch.
Easton stands above me, eyes wild and chin glistening with my juices, causing a layer of goosebumps to rise. He takes off his shirt and pants, and my eyes land on his engorged cock. His jaw is hard as stone. He looks as if he’s teetering on the edge of self-control, which sets me on fire.
“I still hate you.”
“Same,” he growls with urgency, climbing over me and pushing my thighs apart. The feel of him above me creates this primal urge inside me. His gaze is downright animalistic, and he digs his fingers into the curves of my hips before burying his cock deep inside me. My lips fall open in pleasure as I clamp around him, needing a second to adjust. Slowly, he rears back. His eyes lock on mine, and something travels between us. Lust, hunger. Need. His head dips, and his tongue sweeps along mine. My eyes fall shut, and he powers forward. I cry out in pleasure and grab at his hair, his neck, scraping my nails down his back as he slides ruthlessly through my wet pussy and fucks me. His hands move from squeezing my ass to cupping my breasts, all as he kisses me urgently. There’s anger in the way he’s fucking me. Regret in the way he kisses me. And desperation in the way he touches me.
It’s all becoming too overwhelming. “Easton,” I moan his name, pleading for more. I’m so close to skyrocketing off the edge for the second time, and I don’t want this to end. I open my mouth to beg for what I’m unsure of, but he silences my pleas with more passionate kisses. His thrusts become primal. Purposeful. He drives into me with such force I swear my brain short-circuits. Another orgasm consumes me, and I cry out.
“Fuck, Cal,” he grunts, low and husky, and his stiff cock jerks, spilling inside me.
His forehead falls to mine, and our chests press together. When he raises his head, his dark gaze rakes over me. My skin prickles with heat. There is sudden tension in his corded muscles. He’s thinking about the one thing I wanted to avoid. That this was a mistake.