Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58604 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 293(@200wpm)___ 234(@250wpm)___ 195(@300wpm)
He smacks my thigh. “Step out.”
Hidden behind a wall, we’re still very much exposed and easily discovered. Nerves dance over my skin, raising goosebumps. I’m too far gone to care and need to feel him.
Stepping out of my pants, I raise my chin in challenge. “Now, what do you want me to do?”
He slips his knife from its sheath on his boot and places a finger to my lips, silencing me. I run my tongue up the length of it.
“I want you to keep as quiet as possible while I eat your pussy.” My core throbs. Liquid heat soaks between my thighs. “Bite down on this.” Placing the knife handle between my teeth, he offers me a wicked grin and drops to his knees, gripping my hips, shoving his face between my thighs, and inhaling a deep breath. “You’re the best fucking flavor in the world.”
He growls, lifting one of my thighs over his shoulder he laps a deep, flat lick up my center, parting my folds. His tongue flicks over my clit driving every other thought from my head. I grip a fistful of his hair and smack my other hand against the wall, looking for purchase. It takes everything I have not to tear the knife from my lips and gasp for breath.
He dances between sucking and flicking, and if not for his firm grip on my hips, I’d buckle into a puddle on the floor.
Pleasure and pain in perfect sync tease me as he devours me with fervor. My heartbeat moves through me in waves, heat unfurling up my spine and expanding to every part of me. A keening moan clogs my throat, my body coiling tight. His warm tongue circles my clit, applying pressure over the hood. Sweat dusts my skin as my body climbs toward the peak of something indescribable.
I tip over the edge, my head turned toward the heavens, my internal prayers all to Callan. My god.
His mouth leaves me and is replaced with the pads of his fingers sliding through my juices. “Fuck, you’re goddamn sexy, Rogue. Listen to how wet you are.”
A whimper passes my lips as my pussy walls throb.
Getting to his feet, he takes the knife from my teeth and brushes his wet finger across my bottom lip. “Taste how hot you are.”
“Do you want to fuck me?” I ask, gripping his wrist, sucking down his finger.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you, Rogue,” he growls, tearing open his jeans. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
I eagerly comply, the cool bricks offering a reprieve for my heated cheeks.
“Mmm…” he groans as he strokes his nose into my hair, taking a fistful and nibbling my ear. “Such a good girl.”
“There are a hundred rooms here, and you fuck me against a wall outside,” I tease him with his own words.
A bolt of lightning zaps through me as his palm smacks against the flesh of my bare ass.
“I’m going to fuck you in every room and against every wall of this clubhouse. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be imprinted into the fabric of this place, your moans haunting the halls long after we’re gone from this earth.”
“You going to keep talking or are you going to fuck me?”
Another smack elicits a moan from my lips.
Grasping my hips, he pulls them back, kicking my ankles apart.
He fills me up in one rough thrust. My mouth drops open, and a strained gasp catches in my throat.
Thrashing his hips, he fucks me with a ferocious need. Growling, slapping, tasting.
The distinct sound of the garage shutter opening rattles through the air. Callan shifts his torso, looking around the wall without stopping his punishing thrusts. “Looks like we’re going to have an audience after all, Rogue. We better make this quick.” He palms my tits, powering his hips, stroking all the delicious parts inside me.
“You want my brothers seeing me fucking you, claiming you, knowing they can never have a taste?” He grunts. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” I cry, my core tightening, euphoria filling my blood. I’m floating on the thralls of pleasure, falling over the edge, taking him with me.
“I love pumping you full of cum,” he grunts, his cock pulsing inside me, warmth flooding my womb.
He collapses over my back, his lips peppering across my shoulders. As soon as I catch my breath, he pulls his cock from my body and tucks himself away before capturing my lips for a hard, fast kiss. Releasing me, he bends down to pick up my pants and hands them to me. He shoves his hand into his pocket and pulls out a small black piece of material. “Better wear these this time.”
“Asshole,” I admonish, taking my panties from him with a grin.
“I wanted to have your scent with me today.”
Rumbling engines and voices carry from the garage, causing a spike of panic within me. I don’t want them seeing me naked, no matter how sexy Callan’s words were in the heat of the moment.