Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16186 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 81(@200wpm)___ 65(@250wpm)___ 54(@300wpm)
I was supposed to be following Romeo DeSantis to L.A., but here I am, pussy wet and nipples hard thinking about Callum walking through the door. I mean shit, I can only have this one night, but you know what, I am going to enjoy the hell out of it.
For five months Callum has been following me, writing to me, calling me, pursuing me. Both personally and professionally. For all of those months I have been avoiding him, but barely. In love with him, but despising him because he is a part of the very institution that is trying to stop me from getting the revenge I am owed. Yeah, it is complicated as fuck.
We started talking on the phone months ago, never long, usually impromptu because I called him to tell him something I discovered to help his investigation. That is the excuse I use anyway. The truth is, I think I am really hoping he solves it, arrests those that are guilty, and then I can stop this. Of course, there is that pesky thing about me being arrested or dying, but you know what, at least then I can finally rest. Sleep. Find some peace.
I hear the car pull in my driveway and my heart begins to pound against my chest. There is no gravel on the ground, but I swear my ears are in tune to his steps. For a brief moment I wonder if he will knock or if he will know to come in. Will he know I have been waiting for this day, though I never intended to let it happen?
He answers my question when he walks right in, all sexy six feet of him. “Jesus, Angel,” he says, shutting and locking the door. “I have been waiting forever for this.” So have I. He says nothing else. He walks right up to me, picks me up, his hands under my ass and carries me upstairs. “Which one is yours?”
His voice is so husky and silky. “Last door.” He nods, walking in that direction. I lay my head on his shoulder, feeling secure and protected. My tongue, curious little devil, wants to know if he tastes as good as he smells. I mean, a quick lick won’t hurt right?
Like a naughty pixie, I allow the tip to touch his warm skin. Mistake. I can’t stop with a taste. Gliding my flattened tongue from the base of his neck to right before his ear, I moan at the spicy flavor. His grip on my ass is tighter as he curses and groans. “Fuck, Angel. I am trying to be gentle.” He says before lowering me to the bed. He moves back, his chest moving up and down rapidly, licking his lips while his eyes run along my body making me squirm. “Take your clothes off, baby.”
His command flows right through me to my clit. It pulses, the excitement of being the one to take orders for once. I nod, tearing my shirt over my head. He curses once more seeing I am naked and ready. “Spread those devious thighs and show me how much you want me.” Oh God. I lean back and do what he says, placing both my feet on the bed so I spread wide for him. He can see me from hole to hole and it feels decadent and bad. I watch as he sheds his clothes faster than I thought possible.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” I ask him. My voice is low and dizzy. His fist is stroking his cock which is making my mouth water, my pussy ache and my belly flutter.
“Is that what you want?” He walks closer to me.
“It’s not all I want.” Might as well lay it all out. I only get this one night with the man I love.
He growls and climbs on the bed, between my open legs. He leans down and kisses me. Our tongues dancing. Then he reaches behind him and moves my arms, he kisses my neck, my chest, he sucks and bites my nipples. I cry out while he bathes my hardened nipples in his mouth. He continues to travel further down, kissing my stomach and each of my thighs.
When he reaches my pussy, he leans in and sniffs, moaning before his tongue splits my sticky lips open and laves then in his saliva. “Shit. Callum!” My hips lift off the bed, the pressure intense and unexpected. His forearm holds my hips to the bed, and I am at his mercy.
Over and over he licks and sucks from my pussy, adding more and more pressure to my clit, edging me and then letting me come down. He licks me from rosebud to the place I desperately need him to invade, twirling his tongue around inside of me. “So fucking sweet, Angel. A sweet pussy for my murderous queen. Such a sexy contradiction.” His words are filled with worship and mischief. They are truthful and sexy. “I don’t want your orgasm in my mouth baby. I want it on my cock.”