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)
My teeth tug at my bottom lip, and I pray to God I look seductive as I beg, “Please. I need you so much it hurts.”
It works, and his mouth claims mine in a wild kiss, his teeth punishing my bottom lip before his tongue eases the sting. I feel him line his cock up with my opening, and my heart practically beats out of my chest with anticipation.
“Please,” I whimper against his mouth.
He pushes his hand beneath my butt, his fingers gripping an asscheek. His abs rub against my stomach, and with a single unbelievably hard thrust, he enters me.
I’m no virgin, but it’s been so long, and he’s above average in size, causing a sharp ache deep inside me.
The air bursts from my lungs, and I can’t stop a soft cry from escaping me.
Callan rests his forearm next to my face, his eyes searching mine. “Does it hurt?”
Lying, I shake my head.
His eyes soften on me. “Liar.”
“I’m fine,” I whisper, trying to adjust to his size.
I thought he was all the way in, but clearly, I was wrong because he thrusts again, filling me so much I feel impossibly full.
Shit. Oh God.
It hurts so damn good.
Keeping still inside me, Callan murmurs with a demanding tone, “Tell me how it feels to have me inside you.”
Embarrassed voicing my thoughts, I obey, “Full and stretched to the limit.”
He pulls out only to thrust inside me again, making me moan, “Oh God.”
He lowers his head until our mouths are a breath apart, and thrusting into me again, he inhales the burst of air coming from me.
Holy shit, this man is next level.
He keeps the pace slow, his eyes imprisoning mine. The intensity between us is scorching, setting my skin on fire.
Suddenly, he pulls out. Yanking me up against his chest so I’m seated on his lap, he slams back inside me. My body curls into his, and I quickly wrap my arms around his neck.
Face-to-face with Callan, our chests pressed against each other, his thrusts are torturously slow and deep.
I feel achy and needy, a moan spilling over my parted lips.
“Do you need me to fuck you harder?” he asks, his tone low and commanding.
He thrusts into me again, and I gasp, “Yes. So much harder.”
His hands grip my ass, and he starts to move faster with savage thrusts, creating so much friction inside me there’s a constant pulse of pleasure in my abdomen.
Lifting a hand, he grips my hair in a fist and tugs my head back so his teeth and lips can feast on my throat.
Moans and whimpers pour from me as he continues to fuck me hard. His thrusts grow wilder, and soon, I’m a whimpering mess as another powerful orgasm builds inside me.
With his fist in my hair, he tilts my head further back, his eyes locking with mine. “Come for me, Lily.”
On his command, my body begins to convulse. My nails dig into his back, and as the orgasm tears a cry from me, I’m overwhelmed by intense pleasure.
My body jerks uncontrollably as he fucks the living hell out of me. He pushes me backward, and I slump against the mattress. Then, with his hand gripping my hip, he hammers into me with all his strength.
It prolongs my pleasure, and at some point, I’m pretty sure I orgasm again…and again.
Seeing how his muscles strain as his body moves against mine, I’m entranced while captured in an assault of intense ecstasy.
Callan’s features tighten, and he begins to jerk inside me, his pace faltering. With absolute awe, I watch as pleasure washes over his face.
His body strains as a low growl rumbles over his lips, and I fall madly in love with how hot he looks when he empties himself inside me.
Callan begins to thrust into me at a lazy pace, and every time his pelvis grinds against mine, residual spams of pleasure ripple through me.
We come down from our highs, and breathless, we stare at each other as we return to reality.
Chapter 28
Callan
Resting my forearms on either side of Lily’s head, I stare deep into her eyes.
She has surprised me in so many ways, and the way she submitted to me fills me with immense satisfaction.
I press a tender kiss to her lips before murmuring, “You’re perfect.”
Her fingers trail up and down my back, sending goosebumps over my skin.
Chuckling, she says, “You weren’t lying when you said you’re controlling.”
I tilt my head and brush my lips over her jaw before nipping at her earlobe. “Doesn’t look like you mind.”
“Not at all.”
Giving her a playful grin, I mutter, “Next time, I’m tying your wrists together.”
Her cheeks turn pink, but she doesn’t argue.
When I pull out of her, my body spasms with an echo of pleasure. I press a kiss on Lily’s abdomen before leaving her on the bed. I head into the bathroom and clean myself, then rinsing a washcloth beneath warm water, I walk back to her.