Chapter 22
CALLIE
He groans, and it’s so low and pained, for a second I don’t know why he’s making that sound.
But then the tip of his cock—the very hard, very thick head—pushes against the place between my legs that’s sopping.
It feels impossible. He’s too big. I’m not going to open for something that blunt.
With a confidence I don’t have and I’m glad he does, he drives forwards.
Breaking into me.
He steals my breath, because it’s like the reverse of sewing stitches to close a wound. You know it’ll be better in the long-term, but for that instant, it’s agony. Except, instead of closing me up, his brutal cock is ripping me open for him.
But I want it. I cling to him, breathing through the slice of pain as I’d tell a patient to do as I hurt them like this. I dig my nails into his shoulders, and I focus on how good it is to be in his arms.
“Callie, you’re so wet,” he grits out. “So perfect. Hot and tight…” He trails off into a moan of pleasure as he slides further into me.
And I don’t know if it’s the movement, or his rough praise that trails off as though he’s losing his control, but the pain fades. I relax, the feel of him shifts to just fullness, and I gasp as he withdraws, then plunges deeper.
“I love you so much,” he growls. “Let me in more, sweetheart.”
I nod and lift my knees, trying to get the angle such that when he thrusts again, my legs are more open. That I’m more available to him.
“That’s it. Such a good girl for me, aren’t you? I knew you’d feel amazing the first time we met. You were meant for me, Callie. Your soft, wet little pussy is meant to take me.”
I’m nodding but it causes our kiss to get misaligned, and we’re both just kissing each other wherever we can. Desperate as he begins to increase his pace.
“Yes. Yes. Please, Reid. Please, more.” I don’t know what I’m asking for, but he does, and grips my bottom even harder. Then he slams into me.
I scream. He feels like he’s between my ribs, he’s so far into me.
He’s a solid length, and my inner muscles try to hold him with spasms that rock me, and as he does it again, and again.
He reaches some spot I didn’t know I had, that squeezes into bliss, as though he’s putting more and more into me with every movement.
Clinging to him, I dig my feet into his buttocks, the steam in the bathroom from the shower beating onto Reid’s legs closing the room and my whole world is reduced to this man, the way he makes me feel, and the security, the love and the need that we have together.
He loves me.
Held between him and the cool tiles, I’m spiralling into pleasure.
But then, he does something even better.
Plastering his chest more fully against mine, he grips me tighter with one hand, and releases me with the other.
I’m about to make a noise of discontent, thinking he’s going to stop, but instead he crams his hand down between our bodies, to where he’s pumping into me. And he finds my clit.
It’s not even a stroke. More of a press.
But combined with the way he’s caressing me from the inside out, I explode.
The orgasm he gives me bursts through my body in white light and shudders down to my toes and my fingertips.
I’ve never felt anything so good in my life, not from my own attempts, or even when he’s made me come before.
It keeps going, flowing through me in waves that decimate my ability to think or move.
I pulse around his cock. There’s something about having him in me that enhances every drop of pleasure.
“That’s it. My good girl.” It’s only after a second—or a minute, or honestly I don’t know how long—that I find he’s praising me softly. He’s fucking me slowly, as though this is just for me and he has no desires of his own at all. I’ve come, but he hasn’t taken his own satisfaction.
“What about you?” I murmur into his neck.
“This is all for you, sweetheart. This is what will make you feel good.”
My brain stutters. Despite all the time I’ve spent caring for Reid, all the times I’ve washed his wound, and the way I’ve nagged him, and how he manipulated things so I had to be his nurse, he’s taking care of me now.
He just made me come so intensely I practically touched the sky. He rescued me. He’s brought me to his house and told me he loves me.
I believe him.
So I press a kiss to the closest part of him I can—the corner of his mouth, no one ever said I was elegant—and whisper. “I want you to take me exactly how you want, Reid. As hard, as fast.” I don’t know much about sex but even I’ve heard that. “Deep. Use me.”
His teeth close around my bottom lip and bite until it sends a flare of sensation down my spine. I gasp and he lets go.
“You’re temptation incarnate. You’ve just given up your virginity. You don’t—”
“I do.” I nod against his cheek, his beard rubbing on my lips. “Please. Let me feel you lose control.”
“Callie,” he says warningly.
“Fuck me like you mean it, Reid.” The crude words are deliciously naughty in my mouth, and I like that they make Reid thrust harder as he hears them.
“You will be the death of me,” he mutters darkly.
Then he’s dropped me down, my feet to the floor, and spun me around in one swift motion.
“You want me to lose control, sweetheart? I can. I will. I can hardly stop myself with you. There’s nothing like the craziness you’ve caused in me. Put your hands on the wall.”
I obey quickly, but instantly, Reid has pushed me closer.
The water beats onto my side, but the spurt of moisture from between my legs as he withdraws is all me.
“Please. I’m so empty without you. I need your cock inside me.” It’s a bit teasing, and also serious, and Reid has a smile in his voice as he answers.
“Oh I’ll fill you up, sweetheart. I’m going to shove my thick cock into you, then use that soft little pussy until you scream for me again.”
It’s my turn to whimper. I look over my shoulder at him. The man who kidnapped me, and who has been sweet, and vulnerable. But right now, he looks savage. He’s almost scary as he presses his length against my bottom meaningfully.
“And then, I’m going to pump you full of my come. I’ll spray it up into you, and fill you up. My sweetheart, I’ll do that as many times as it needs until you get pregnant. I want you round with my baby.”
It’s unhinged. We haven’t talked about this, but yeah. I’m on board.
“Now spread your legs for me.” His knee nudges against my inner thighs, pushing them apart.
I obey. And I go onto tip toes, bringing my bottom up because I know he’s far taller than me.
But Reid has a plan for that. He bends his knees, lines up his cock, and slams into me.
I scream at the sudden intrusion, even though he’s already broken into me, it’s a shock, and there’s a pinch of hurt as my body readjusts.
“I will never get tired of your juicy little cunt,” he growls and rams into me again.
He has both hands on my hips, holding me in place, and if I thought he was feral before, it was nothing to how he is now.
The speed and the impact of his body in mine is breathtaking.
His balls slap against my clit, and it’s so animalistic.
I’m a creature of liquid pleasure, and I’m his.
Every part of my body is buzzing, down to my bones.
Him ramming in and out of me is keeping me right on the edge of orgasm.
I told him to use me, and he’s doing so. Another peek over my shoulder reveals that his expression has gone savage. His mouth is open, teeth bared, and the noises he lets out as he fucks me are hoarse and gravelly.
I can’t do anything but receive. And oh god, that’s enough. He’s slamming into some inner sensitivity, and my pebbled nipples are flat against the cool tiles, making them tingle. Despite everything, the pleasure grows, climbing with every pistoning movement of Reid in me.
And then, ignoring what I said—or perhaps making me come really is what makes this all the better for him—Reid releases one hand. And this time, it’s not an awkward angle on my clit. It’s confident, and easy. He strokes me in time with his cock, and within seconds, I shatter again.
“Come on my cock, sweetheart. Go on. You’re being such a good girl for me.” He doesn’t let up.
His fingers and his erection are equally demanding. They drag out the ecstasy until I’m sobbing, almost incapable of holding myself up, my limbs all weak and tingling.
I sob, over-sensitised and on the edge, but unable to tip over.
“One more.” His demand is harsh. “I’ve got you. I’m going to give you what you want, and come deep inside you. But first, you have to give me one more.”