Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65239 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Her nipples are at rapt attention, hard and temping beneath the thin fabric.
Before she’s got her jeans unbuttoned, my pants are on the floor.
I kick my shoes off, my socks follow, and with one quick tug of my boxer briefs, I’m done.
Naked and aroused, I stare at her in her bra with her jeans partway down her legs.
“Jesus,” I murmur. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”
Her gaze trails me, stopping to admire my dick. “Sean. You’re…”
I drop a hand to fist it, racing my hand over the thick length. “Exactly what you want?”
Without a word, she quickly strips off the rest of her clothes. Her jeans hit the floor, followed by her bra and finally the blue boy shorts she’s wearing.
This is the true definition of beauty.
Smooth skin, a mole above her right hipbone, and pink nipples that I can’t wait to get my teeth around.
My heart pounds as she whispers something.
“Calliope,” I murmur.
“Tell me I won, Sean,” she says. “I want to touch you. I want to touch all of you.”
Her bare feet pad along the floor as she approaches me. I’m stuck in place, stunned by the sheer beauty I’m witnessing.
She drops to her knees before I can protest, and as I hiss out a breath, she wraps a fist around my dick and licks the crown before it disappears between her plump lips.
My knees quake, but I grab hold of her ponytail, guiding her to take more.
She does until I hit the back of her throat and pure animalistic lust grabs hold of me. Closing my eyes, I pump into her with slow and easy strokes, savoring all of it. “God, you’re good. You’re so fucking good.”
She gifts me with a moan that radiates around the head of my dick.
I lose myself to her then, letting my body take over as she uses her hands, lips, and tongue to take me to the brink.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Callie
His lips trace a path down my side. He stops to circle his tongue over the mole on my hip. “Calliope.”
I don’t need to hear more.
I heard everything when he came in the foyer.
The groan that fell from his parted lips was born from somewhere deep inside of him. It was a combination of giving in and the frustration I knew he felt since he’d given up control to me.
But he didn’t give it up. I took it.
I wanted him so much. The desire took hold of me like a captor when we were on the subway.
We were fully clothed, but I could feel his erection pressing into me. I could tell he was thick, long, and achingly hard.
All I could think about was getting my mouth on him, so I could watch the accomplished, successful, arrogant businessman come undone under my touch.
I roll onto my back on his bed so I can look into his face.
There’s enough light trailing in from the hallway and the floor-to-ceiling window that I can make out every contour of his face and the sharp edge of his trimmed beard.
“You put on a condom,” I whisper as his lips press into the soft skin just below my belly button.
“I did, but I want to be bare when I fuck you,” he confesses. “I’m clean. I’ll get another test if you need that, but I won’t press for something that intimate until you’re ready.”
Something that intimate.
Something that would make me feel so vulnerable.
“The thought of you filled with my cum makes me feel…” His voice trails. “I want to be inside of you.”
I shift my body, so my legs part slightly. “I want that.”
“You’re not ready.” His fingers drift from my stomach to my inner thigh. “You’re tight. I’ll hurt you.”
I drop a hand to cover his. I guide him to run his fingertips over my core. “I’m ready, Saint.”
His eyes find mine. “You’re so fucking wet.”
“For you,” I manage to whisper the words. “What we did in the foyer. That was hot.”
His eyes widen. “You’re telling me? I’ve never come that hard before until now.”
“Until now,” I echo.
He moves quickly, parting my legs with his body. He settles between them, his eyes never leaving mine. “That was incredible, but coming inside you is going to undo me. I know that.”
I look into his eyes. “I’m nervous. I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”
He pushes a strand of my hair back from my forehead. “I’ll be gentle until you beg me not to be.”
“I will beg for that,” I whisper. “I want it hard. I want to feel you deep.”
Before I can say another word, he’s lining himself up to my entrance. With a sudden push, he’s inside of me. It’s a lot, almost too much.
I whimper.
“Calliope.” His voice is tender, soothing, and calming in the middle of this storm of need enveloping me. “Easy. We’ll go slow.”
He plunges forward, each thrust deeper than the last until he’s settled inside me.