Chapter 18
Alistair
She sank to her knees as if it were instinct. Like she knew what I needed. I stared down at her, stunned. Not just by the view—though fuck, that was a reward in itself—but by the weight of what we’d just confirmed.
I’d done it. After years of pulling out, wrapping up, checking twice and staying cold—I’d finally slipped.
And somehow, my dick had picked the one woman on the planet worthy of that slip.
Callie.
My sweet, soft Callie.
I was going to be a father.
The realisation bloomed in my chest, feral and full. Not panic. Not fear. Pride.
She tugged on my jeans, snapping me out of the spiral.
Right. Focus. She wanted to celebrate. My kind of girl.
I kicked my shoes off and reached down to cup her cheek. She nuzzled into my touch like it was holy.
It was.
She was.
Mine—and now carrying our child.
“My sexy little fuck puppet,” I crooned, fisting a hand in her hair and grinding my cock right against her face.
Even through the cotton of my briefs, I could feel the heat of her breath, the faint dampness of her lips as she exhaled.
I held her there, dragging myself slowly across the soft curves of her cheek, up the bridge of her nose, down again—claiming her face like it was mine to rut on.
“You always look so hot on your knees,” I muttered, watching her pupils dilate as she clawed at my waistband, desperate to free me.
The head popped over the waistband, and she smirked—like she’d just pulled Excalibur from the fucking stone.
“Happy now?” I asked, voice rough.
She didn’t answer. Just licked her lips like a brat who knew exactly how addicted I was.
I throbbed, twitching under her gaze.
“Careful,” I warned, brushing her hair back. “If you get greedy, I’ll give you all of it. Don’t get vexed if you can’t handle it.”
She tilted her head, those wicked eyes gleaming. “Promise?”
Fucking menace.
I stripped faster than I could ever remember.
She unbuttoned her shirtdress and let it fall to the floor. White lace. Delicate, almost innocent. It was perfect. She was perfect.
I widened my stance, letting her lift me to her lips.
“Tap three times if it becomes too much,” I murmured, parting her hair and twisting it into my fists.
Her eyes widened—she understood. There’d be no escape. She was about to be owned. She took her glasses off and set them on the floor beside her.
“Open wide,” I taunted.
“Oh, it is on, Mister,” she said before glancing at my cock. “Well, maybe some of it is on.”
Her hand curled around my base, guiding the tip into her mouth. I felt her tongue swirl around the head, lapping up my mess. She licked and sucked, pumping her hand up and down, earning more of my precum.
“Good girl. Suck that cock down, baby,” I groaned when she opened wider to take more of me.
Her lips spread as she began to move her head, sliding them over the entire head. She used both hands, and I could see her mouth strain as she took more. I loved the way it bulged. My dick jerked in her hand. The sight alone was enough for me to release more precum into her.
But we’d been working on stretching her arsehole, and that's where my come would go this evening.
I tugged her hair, and she paused to look at me.
Then, using my grip, I began to push deeper in small increments.
I felt her swallow and didn't stop until fat tears fell and rolled down her cheeks. Her hands moved rapidly, twisting and massaging me as they worked my length. When the slick heat of her saliva coated me, I pressed forward again. I felt her flesh stretch, her lips thinned, and her throat tightened with every gagging breath, but she still didn’t tap out.
I gently placed my fingers on the base of her skull and began to fuck her pretty little mouth. The base of my dick was thicker and impossible to take, but it was impressive that she got some of me in her throat. The more she gagged, the more flushed her cheeks became.
“Yeah, baby. Your mouth feels so good. Soak that dick because it’s going inside your asshole next,” I said, rocking my hips in a slow rhythm.
Her eyes widened, but it was the heat that followed—unfiltered, raw and dripping with need—that shattered what was left of my control.
I pulled back and watched her gasp for breath, her chest rising and falling with desperate rhythm.
Her lips were raw, spit-slick, still parted from where I’d buried myself in her throat.
I didn’t wait. I dragged my cock over her mouth, smearing our mess across her lips and cheeks, rubbing it in like war paint. She blinked up at me with those glassy eyes, and fuck if it didn’t make me harder.
“Bra off and kneel on the bed. Face the window so you have a nice view.”
She shook her head, breathless but still smiling. “You’re something else.”
Damn right I was. A sick, twisted fuck who couldn’t stop obsessing over her.
And she loved it.
I tracked every motion with sick, obsessive hunger—every wipe of her face, every inch of creamy skin revealed as she unhooked her bra and let it fall.
The delicate lace dropped to the floor like an afterthought.
Then she climbed onto the bed, graceful and sensual, her curves on full display, spine arched, knees sinking into the mattress.
I drank her in like a starving man. The slope of her back, the bounce of her tits as she adjusted her weight, the soft stretch of her arms as she braced herself against the headboard. She moved like she knew she was worshipped, like her body existed solely to drive me insane.
I’d never brought a woman here before. Never let anyone touch this space. But watching her kneel on my bed, backlit by the late afternoon sun, purple hair wild and skin flushed from my mouth and cock, I knew I’d made the right choice.
This wasn’t a fling.
She was it.
My future, on her knees. Just the way I liked it.
“We’ll go slow, baby,” I murmured, dropping the half-litre bottle of lube onto the mattress with a dull thud.
Her gaze dropped to the bottle. “Is all that… necessary?”
“I plan to take my time,” I said, settling behind her, palms already gliding over the swell of her ass. “If I’m going to stretch your tight little asshole until it stops fighting me, I want it done right.”
“You almost took my entire hand only two days ago,” I reminded her.
“Hmm,” she said, sounding unconvinced. “Yet you didn’t need a family-sized bottle of lube then.”
“But I’m a family man now.”
That earned me an eye roll, but I didn’t mind—since I was about to ruin her ass.
I pried the gusset away from her pussy. The material was drenched through.
“Baby, your pussy is telling me a different story.”
“I have issues, okay!”
I smothered my grin, dragging the soaked fabric to the side and thumbing over her slippery lips.
“You sure it’s not just me? Because your cunt seems pretty damn obsessed.”
She whined, face down in the pillow, as I leaned over and whispered against her ear, “Lucky for you, I know how much you want me to fuck this virgin ass.”
“Alistair,” she whimpered, eyes fluttering shut.
“Hush, baby,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck as my hand drifted down to rest over her lower belly—where our child rested. “I’ll give you what you need. Always.”
She didn’t know I had the ring. Didn’t know that once she took all of me—every goddamn inch—that was it. Lessons over.
It was graduation day.
I leaned back and dragged her underwear down over her plump arse cheeks, letting it bunch at her knees. Swollen, wet and stunning as always.
My pulse thundered in my chest, each beat sharp enough to feel. I took a deep, slow breath, trying to keep control.
“You’re going to come with my dick buried in your ass, Callie. This is your final exam.”
I trailed a finger along her soaked seam, then licked it clean—slow and deliberate—smacking my lips just to watch her shiver.
“Fucking delicious.”
I reached for the lube, ready to pump and stretch her dark little hole.
It always stretched for me, and she always relaxed.
I aimed and pumped the thick, clear liquid out, pausing to rub before repeating the process.
This brand was the best—thick, slick, and long-lasting.
Which was why I’d bought two litres of it while it was on offer.
Callie’s thrifty ways were clearly catching.
I teased the rim with my fingers, easing her open, watching in awe as she took two lubed fingers. Her breathy pants and the way she held still for me made me kiss the soft curve of her cheek. I pumped more lube and spread my fingers, it wouldn't take long to weaken her tight ring.
“Good girl. Stay nice and relaxed for me, baby,” I crooned, pulling my fingers back and forth before scissoring them again.
She moaned, pulling her glasses off and burying her face in the pillow.
Her ass clenched tight, then loosened again around my fingers. I took my time, easing her open, working more lube inside her with each slow press. She was mine—and her health came before anything else.
I took my time, working her open until all four fingers were buried inside her and her muscles were completely defeated.
Her body welcomed the stretch, sucking me in with each slow push.
She was so fucking ready for this—her thighs slick, her cunt dripping, her moans choked by the pillow she’d stuffed her face into.
“Alistair,” she whispered, quiet and breathless. The way she said my name… it wasn’t just pleasure—it was trust.
She started to push back, eager for more, hips rolling in tiny movements like she couldn’t help herself. I pressed my free hand to the small of her back, holding her still so she’d know this was mine to give. Not hers to take.
“You ready, baby?” I asked, voice hoarse with restraint.
“Yes,” she said so fast I laughed under my breath.
I slowly pulled my fingers free and watched her ass flutter at the loss.
She was trembling now, her whole body a beautiful mess of need.
I slicked myself up with more of the lube, pumped it from the bottle and coated my cock, hissing at the feel of it.
My tip nudged against her stretched entrance, already twitching with anticipation.
She gasped, her breath catching, and I felt her flinch—not from fear, but from the intensity of the moment.
I gripped her hips and leaned forward to kiss her spine.
“You’ve got this, sweetheart,” I murmured. “You were made for me.”
And then I began to press in, watching her asshole yield to me while she cried out my name.
This was possession.
Not taking, but giving.
“My sweet, Callie. My beautiful little arse slut,” I groaned as she sucked me in.
She fucking owned me.