Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38276 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 191(@200wpm)___ 153(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“It’s okay, baby. I’m just going to make you feel good. I’m going to make us both feel really good, sweetheart,” I groan in her ear as her body trembles beneath me.
I press the swollen head of my cock against her entrance, giving her a minute to get used to the feel of me.
“Callan,” she whimpers.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking perfect, Zoe. So fucking…” I have to catch my breath as I ease inside her. . . “Perfect,” I moan. Now it’s my body trembling as I struggle to hold back from thrusting all the way home.
“I need you. I need you inside me, Callan.”
I feel control being torn from me. The need in her voice undoes me almost as easily as the hunger reflecting in her beautiful eyes. I push deeper into her, tearing away the proof of her virginity as I feel her stretch around me, her inner muscles gripping my length. Fuck, I could come so easily right now. I can’t allow that. I need to make this good for her.
“God, it feels like coming home, Zoe. You belong to me.” I worry for a second my words will scare her, but instead of pulling away, she pushes into me with her hips—her head going back in pleasure.
“I need more,” she whimpers. “More of you.”
I pick up my pace, sliding in and out of her slowly at first. I put a hand on her hip and show her exactly how to ride my cock. Together, we work to find the right pace. I watch as she takes everything I give her. Her body meeting me thrust for thrust.
“I’m going to give you all of me, sweetheart.”
“God, yes,” she breathes.
I kiss her hard as my pace increases. Soon, we’re both frantically rocking against each other. I slip my hand to her thigh and help her to wrap her legs higher around my hips, her heels pressing into my lower back as I drive harder and harder into her sweet pussy.
“I’m…oh…God…I’m—”
“Come for me, Zoe. I need you to give it all to me. Don’t hold back,” I growl, feeling her walls pulse around my cock. She begins to tremble harder in my arms. When she cries out my name, it proves too much for me.
“Callan!”
I fall over the edge, as jet after jet of my hot cum pours into her eager body. I relentlessly drive into her, pumping over and over, capturing her moans in my mouth as she milks me dry.
Only when I’m sure she’s taken all she can handle do I slowly stop moving. Even then, I leave my cock deep inside her, unwilling to leave her body. I kiss her softly and drag my lips along her jawline to her forehead as she looks at me through heavy, lidded eyes.
When I pull out, I’m rewarded with her moan of disappointment. I go into the bathroom, grab a soft washcloth, and hold it under warm water in the sink. When I walk out, Zoe’s red hair is lying against the white sheets in glorious waves. Her eyes are shut, her body exposed for my eyes only. She’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
Her eyes open as I carefully clean her up. “You need to stop looking at me like that, Callan.”
“How was I looking at you?” I murmur.
“Like you’re ready to take me all over again.”
“Maybe I am.”
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
“Are you telling me you didn’t like what we did?” I throw the cloth down and wait for her to answer. I wasn’t lying. I’m still hard, needing to be inside her again.
“No, I think I like it too much,” she admits shyly. I settle in beside her, holding her close.
“You gave me your innocence, Zoe.”
“I was hoping we were just going to slide past this awkward conversation.”
“Sweetheart, you’re safe with me. Your gift is something I will cherish forever.”
Her hand comes up to cup the side of my face and we kiss. I’m not sure she understands the promises the kiss we share holds…
But I do.
Chapter 20
Zoe
Standing over the stove, I move the spatula under the eggs to flip them one last time just to be sure they are cooked through. The sizzle of food and the smell of them cooking has my stomach rumbling. Feeling so comfortable in Callan’s kitchen should scare me, but after last night, it doesn’t. I feel… happy and secure.
I woke up early like usual. I didn’t want to wake Callan, so I made my way downstairs to make a small breakfast for us. I figure he will be even hungrier than I am. We definitely burned off dinner a few times over last night. My body is achy and sore in all the right places. I’m acutely aware of Callan’s shirt covering my body. It swishes against my thighs as I move around, working to fill two plates with the food.