Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 119005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 595(@200wpm)___ 476(@250wpm)___ 397(@300wpm)
I was so busy staring, it took me a second to realize he was shucking off his suit trousers, followed by his underwear.
As soon as he peeled his boxer briefs down, his cock rose to greet me. My mouth went dry. He was bigger than average, not the longest I’d seen, but definitely the girthiest. And he was throbbing and veiny and straining toward his taut abs.
Wet flooded between my legs and I shifted on the bed. “My turn.”
Callan shook his head. “Stay there.”
“Why?”
He bent down and removed his wallet from his pocket. Eyes on me, he pulled out a condom and tore off the wrapper with his teeth. As he casually rolled it on his erection, he answered gruffly, “I’m fucking you in that dress first. Then we’ll get you naked.”
“W-why?”
“Because from the moment you opened your door, I wanted to press you up against the wall, push your knickers to the side, and shove my cock in you.” His voice was hoarse now as he put a knee to the bed.
“Captain …”
His eyes flashed as he caressed his hand up my leg and moved over me. My elbows gave out and I lay flat on my back, my breathing shallow as he braced himself.
But something gnawed at me, and even though I knew I shouldn’t say it, that I should enjoy myself, I blurted out, “Could I be anyone right now? Is this only convenient sex with a body you find attractive?”
His hand paused on my inner thigh as he searched my face, suddenly alert. “Beth … this might only be a casual thing … but I assure you I want you.” Callan swallowed hard. “I’m under contract at Caley United, and that contract would be voided if someone had caught me doing what I did to you tonight in public. I’ve never jeopardized my career like that … but I couldn’t help myself. I needed to touch you.” He bent his head, brushing his lips over mine as I trembled at his confession. “And I’ve never been so hard that I’m in fucking pain. Not since I was a teen.” He laughed softly, kissing along my jaw. “But I’m so hard for you, Beth Carmichael. God, I want you.”
Insecurities obliterated, I whispered, “Okay … you can have me.”
Callan’s triumphant response was to kiss me until I was a writhing, hot, needy mess in his arms. My fingers scraped across his scalp as he rocked over me. I tried to widen my legs, but my stupid dress restricted movement. “Callan,” I broke the kiss on a plea. “Dress.”
His answer was to shove the fabric up to my hips. He’d really meant it when he said he wanted me to keep it on.
Our eyes met and held as Callan slipped his fingers into the band of my thong and then he peeled it down my legs. He moved with it and the fabric got caught in my heels. Callan’s eyes flashed as he threw the thong over his shoulder. “The shoes stay on. All night, preferably.”
I let out a huff of aroused laughter as cool air tingled between my legs.
Callan kneeled at my feet, eyes dragging over me. “Spread,” he commanded.
My belly trembled at his demand, and there was freedom in giving in. Power too. Because as I bent my knees and widened my legs, I saw Callan shudder with need. He stroked his cock, making sure the condom was still in place as his chest heaved.
“Beth, fuck …” He moved to kneel between my legs, his hands coasting up the back of my thighs. His expression hardened, his grip tightened, and suddenly my hips were jerked upward.
I let out a gasp of excitement as he lifted my lower body off the bed. Eyes on me, he guided his cock to my entrance. My inner thighs shook, and my fingers curled into his duvet as the heat of him prodded me. Then he was pushing in, teeth gritted.
“Callan,” I whimpered. “Yes … yes.”
He gripped my hips again and thrust all the way in.
I let out a guttural cry because his overwhelming thickness, the angle … I could feel him everywhere. “Oh my god.”
“I know,” Callan huffed, squeezing his eyes closed for a second. “You feel amazing. Bloody hell, you feel perfect.”
My grip on his duvet tightened as his eyes opened. He looked down at where his body entered mine, and pleasure suffused his expression. Callan pulled slowly out and drove back in.
I couldn’t arch my hips, I couldn’t meet his thrusts, and there was something so exciting and thrilling about being held captive in his strong grip while he fucked me.
I was loud.
Every push into me elicited a cry as he hit that spot inside that caused the pleasure to increase in startling increments, and every thick drag out felt incredible. My cries grew louder than the next, my fingernails catching the fabric of the bedding.