Chapter Twenty-Three Lexie #2
“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name. You’re such a greedy girl, scream as you come on my cock.” He barely finishes his words before I’m falling. This orgasm is even more powerful than the first, lifting me to heights I’ve never known before. Fuck.
“You’re like a vise, gripping me so tightly with your perfect pussy.” Callum grunts in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.” I’ve barely come down from my climax before another is building. His angle changes, and I let out a cry as he hits a wonderful spot deep inside me.
“Oh Callum, yes. Right there, shit.” He growls in satisfaction, his strokes possessive as he takes a fistful of my hair.
He tugs my head back until I’m looking into his eyes over my shoulder while he slams in and out of me.
He doesn’t slow as his lips capture mine.
His strokes become more intense as he kisses me.
“Who does this perfect pussy belong to?” He growls against my lips.
“You,” I say eagerly, desperate for the orgasm that’s building between us, growing bigger than anything I’ve ever felt. Bigger than even the two life-altering ones I’ve already had tonight.
“Say it.” His teeth catch my bottom lip, tugging roughly.
“It’s yours, Callum.”
“Mine. Only mine.” He pulls back, his hand in my hair keeping my head in place. His eyes hold mine, refusing to let me look away. His breathing changes, and I can see he’s on the edge of his own release. “Come for me.”
The release is immediate, a fire licking through me burning so hot and bright that I’m completely consumed.
My back arches and lips part when my breath hitches with the force of it.
Hazel eyes are all I see, stars floating across my vision.
The pleasure pounds against me like the sea clashing against a cliff, wave after wave of euphoria hitting me until I’m spent.
“Oh, Cal. Yes, yes.” His name tumbles from my mouth over and over, my pussy clenched tightly around him.
Callum’s movements become more ragged, feral.
He has me right where he wants me, where he needs me.
His grip on my hair tightens sharply, his eyes never leaving my face as he explodes inside me, pumping roughly through the power of his own release.
His arms shake against me, growls turning guttural.
“Fuck, Lexie,” he groans, a deep primal rasp edging his voice.
He slows and pulls my head back until my lips meet his in a languid kiss, his giant frame all but collapsing onto mine.
Pulling my lips away, I struggle to catch my breath.
Even being crushed beneath a tattooed giant, I’m floating.
My body is in a cloud of bliss that I may never come down from. And I never want to.
“Damn.” Callum’s nose presses into my hair with a deep inhale, nipping lightly at the sensitive spot where my neck meets my shoulder, then soothing it with his tongue.
“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he mutters deeply.
My mouth opens, but no sound comes out as I lay in a daze.
The man has fucked me into a stupor. Callum smiles against my skin.
“What, nothing to say?” he taunts, sucking on a pulse point that sends electricity rushing through me. “I’ve finally found a way to leave you speechless. I’ll have to remember this.” His chuckle washes over me, and it’s comforting. More than comforting, it’s strangely endearing.
I don’t have too long to toy with the Pandora’s box that is my tangled mess of feelings.
Callum’s using his powerful arms to lift himself and he’s pulling out of me.
I don’t move, allowing him to discard the condom.
He grabs one of the hand towels from the rack and gently wipes the mess from my thighs.
He takes his time, giving special care in a way that surprises me.
He’s now in complete contrast to how roughly he just took me in this exact position.
Even after he’s cleaned us both up, my legs are Jell-O as I lay limp across the vanity.
I’m still shaking with the aftershocks, and I know my legs won’t support me right now.
Exhaustion is clawing at the backs of my eyes.
Maybe I’ll just take a nap right here and recover for a few hours.
I doubt I’d make it to my bed as it is right now.
The man has thoroughly fucked me into a simmering puddle of satiated pleasure.
Strong arms scoop me up into the air. Callum cradles me against his giant muscled frame, carrying me out of the bathroom like I weigh next to nothing.
Where is he getting this strength? I’m over two hundred pounds, and with that pounding he just put us both through, I don’t know how he has any energy left.
My eyes are half closed as he walks, the swaying lulling me closer to unconsciousness. When he lowers me onto a bed, something feels off. These sheets don’t feel right. Opening my eyes, I realize I’m not where I expected to be. This isn’t my bed, it’s his.
While I’m looking around in confusion, Callum kicks off his shoes and tugs off his shirt before climbing into the bed next to me.
What is happening right now? Why would he bring me to his bed, and expect me to lay in it with him?
I open my mouth to ask him, but he rolls over to lay on me before I get a word out.
His arms circle my waist, his head on my chest, face burying into my breasts.
I can’t tell if he’s trying to suffocate himself or use me as a pillow, but either way I’m stuck.
My weighted panda has nothing on the solid weight of Callum’s giant body.
I can’t remember the last time I felt so secure, being pressed into the plush mattress like this.
I can already feel the tension and anxiety melting away.
“Fuck, I love how soft you are,” he mutters against me, so quietly I can barely understand his muffled words.
The edges of my vision blur as sleep starts to claim me.
I can’t fight it anymore, my body is completely spent.
As my eyes close, I can’t help the racing thoughts spinning in my head until I’m dizzy.
But none catch before I’m being pulled under.