Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79438 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
I press a kiss on her stomach before moving down to her pussy, then I ask, “Is that a problem?”
She quickly shakes her head, her eyes locked on me.
“Good,” I grumble right before I close my mouth around her clit.
Lily’s ass lifts off the bed, and I grab hold of her hip to keep her in place as I lick and suck her clit.
When she tries to close her legs, I stop and level her with a look filled with warning. “Keep your legs spread wide.”
“I don’t have that kind of self-control,” she complains.
A dark chuckle rumbles from me. “Yes, you do. You just haven’t realized it yet.”
She opens her legs as much as possible, her thighs quivering. As a reward, I bury my face in her pussy, and eat her like a starving man.
“God…Callan…shit…” she whimpers and moans, her body trembling from all the effort it takes to keep still.
It’s not that I don’t want her to move but because I enjoy dominating my partner in the bedroom. It’s all about who’s in control.
Chapter 27
Lily
Every time I get close to coming, I move, which has Callan stopping.
He’s freaking torturing me.
Sweat beads over my body, and my muscles strain. Pleasure builds between my legs, and once again, I can’t keep my butt from lifting off the bed in pure desperation to rub myself harder against his mouth.
And, once a-freaking-gain, Callan stops. With his intense eyes capturing mine, he shakes his head once.
“You’re only making this harder for yourself, baby.”
I let out a frustrated groan before keeping still for him. My heart is hammering against my ribs, and my skin feels sensitive.
Callan’s teeth tug at my clit, making my body tremble.
“Please,” I whimper.
He sucks harder, and instantly, pleasure builds in my core.
“Oh God. Please, Callan. Please,” I beg shamelessly.
His mouth latches onto my clit, and he sucks so hard, I swear I see stars as my orgasm tears through me with the power of a category-five tornado.
I let out a cry, my body shaking uncontrollably. My vision goes black, and I’m unable to suck in a breath of air, the pleasure too intense.
By the time I come down from the orgasm, I have zero strength to move. Callan crawls up my body, his eyes admiring the sight of my flushed face as I gasp for air.
“I love the way you come.” The words rumble from his chest, his features downright ravenous.
No one has ever made me orgasm like this or looked at me like they might die if they didn’t get to fuck me.
Lying down on top of me, his weight forces me into the mattress. His hand brushes up and down my side, and feeling his hard cock against my core has my desire for him sky-rocketing.
Getting to see Callan’s incredible body, his six-pack, and the delicious V curving from his hips down to his impressive manhood is one thing, but feeling him against me is intoxicating.
Figuring I can move, I start to lower my arms from above my head but stop when Callan raises an eyebrow at me, a dominant expression tightening his features.
I’ve realized it’s a hell of a turn-on for him to be in control. With a chuckle, I keep still again, my body exposed for Callan to do whatever he wants with me.
His hips move, and he rubs his cock up and down my slit creating some much-needed friction between us.
God, he’s already made me orgasm twice, and I’m still desperate for more of him.
With every brush of his hardness against my clit, the anticipation grows in my abdomen. I can’t wait to feel him inside me.
Knowing what he wants, I whisper, “Please, Callan. Fuck me.”
A hot smirk curves his lips, but instead of giving me what he wants, he continues to torture me by thrusting against my clit.
He lowers his head, bathing my jaw and throat in hungry kisses. His hand closes over my breast, massaging and squeezing as if he can’t get enough.
The air tenses with my desperation and anticipation until I beg, “Please. Please. Please.”
With his lips brushing over my racing pulse, he asks, “How badly do you need me to fuck you?”
“So…so very badly,” I groan, my hips swiveling in an attempt to feel more of him.
His palm connects with the side of my ass. “Not badly enough, seeing as you’re moving.”
Holy shit, that’s hot.
Callan doesn’t miss my reaction, and his mouth curves up in a predatory grin. “You liked that.”
With heat bursting in my cheeks, I nod.
Intense satisfaction tightens his features, and it makes me feel so freaking good.
Needing to please him more, I swivel my hips again, earning myself another smack on the side of my butt. I lower my lashes, and keeping my expression submissive, I moan to show him how much I’m enjoying this.
Callan’s eyes are locked on me with so much intensity I feel he will set me on fire with a single look. “Christ, Lily.” The words rumble from him. “You’re fucking perfect.”