Chapter Eleven
Acacia
When Callum said I would be sore the next day, I should have believed him. Every time I shift in my chair, I have to hold back my gasp at the ache between my legs.
Malissa sighs loudly beside me, the third time she’s done it in the past ten minutes.
“Are you okay?” I ask her, glancing at her.
“Are you?” she replies, blinking wildly at me with a tight smile.
I tilt my head to the side, studying her face. “Yes…”
She hums, her eyes slowly dragging down my body and up to my red face. I hate how I can’t control my damn blushing. “Yeah, I bet you are.”
My breath catches for a second, but there’s no way she could know. After we woke up in his bed, we rode over together to the gym. Callum has been in his office since Malissa arrived.
“What does that mean?” I say.
She crosses her arms, pushing out her bottom lip in a large pout. “You’re really not going to tell me?”
“H-how do you know?” I ask, dropping my shaking hands into my lap.
She smiles. “After sex glow, it’s a thing. And plus you’re struggling to sit right, which can only mean you forced that Pringle can up your hooha.”
My eyes widen, and I grab her arm to sink my nails into. “Lower your voice. I don’t know if Callum wants anyone to know about us.”
Malissa throws her head back and laughs. “Hey Callum!” she shouts, and I let out a strangled hiss. “What are you doing?”
The door of the office opens and he stares down at us. “What?”
“You hurt her and I’ll cut off your balls, capeesh?”
His eyes narrow, darting between us, and then he nods before shutting the door. My mouth drops open and then I glare at her. “Why would you do that? That’s so embarrassing.”
Malissa shrugs her shoulders and then smiles. “Acacia, the only one who doesn’t realize how far gone he is for you, is you.”
I scrunch my nose and swallow down the insecurity leaking into my chest. “Still, maybe he wanted to wait to make that announcement himself.”
She snorts. “Do you want me to call him back?”
“No!” I glance back at the stairs. My cheeks burn when I think about the conversation we had. “You’re right. It’s just hard—it’s crazy he wants me.”
Malissa scrunches her nose. “Babe, I wish you could see what we see.”
I sigh. “Me too.”
Moving her chair closer to me, my best friend blinks up at me with wide eyes. “Now tell me everything about last night.”
“You want to know something kind of weird?” I ask, then immediately want to take back.
Callum looks up from his desk. We’re still at the gym. He had to go through some reports after closing. I’m resting on his couch and even the cleaning crew has come and gone. Our dinner from an hour ago is now empty boxes stuffed in the trash.
“What, baby?” he says.
I blush, fanning the heat of my cheeks. “Nevermind. I think it’s a little TMI.”
His eyebrow raises. “TMI? After everything we did last night?”
“Ugh, this is different. It’s like bodily functions,” I try to explain.
Callum nods slowly. “Yes, I’ve heard if you shave that your farts can get louder. That’s normal.”
My stomach turns with embarrassment.“What! No, that’s—I didn’t fart last night.”
His head tilts, looking at me in confusion. “I know you didn’t, Acacia. It’s called queefing. I just assumed that’s what you were going to talk about.”
“Oh my god. This is worse than anything I could have imagined.” I groan, rubbing my hands down my face and sinking lower into the cushions.
I hear his footsteps as he walks towards me, then Callum sits on the other end of the couch, pulling my legs onto his lap. His thumb rubs at my calves and I peek at him through my fingers.
“Tell me,” he says softly.
Sighing, I drop my head against the arm of the couch and stare up at the ceiling. “I was going to say I had a lot of discharge on my panties today. I think it's because of the missing hair.”
Callum blinks, staring at me blankly for a moment before he smirks. “Or it could be my gentlemen’s relish I stuffed you full of.”
“Oh!” I giggle. “I didn’t think about that.”
His fingers squeeze my leg and I shift my foot, feeling the growing tent underneath. I lick my lips, fluttering my eyelashes as I look up at him.
He growls, the frenzied heat in his stare making my fanny throb. “Do you want to play a game?”
My eyebrows knit together. “Sure?”
Callum grins. “Alright, get on your knees on the floor.”
The air in my lungs stalls, but excitement pumps in my heart. I scramble off the couch and kneel in front of him. He stands before me and shoves his sweats down, stroking his womb cannon even larger. I reach out to grab it but he clicks his tongue at me, so I drop them back onto my lap.
“Here’s the rules: you get three wishes, and I’ll grant them.”
I smile. “What? You’re just giving me three wishes?”
“I didn’t tell you what you have to do to get those wishes,” he says and I glance back down to his rigid sausage.
“How do I get those wishes?”
His hand strokes again, the purple crown leaking a drop. “My balls contain the magic we need to grow our family. We’re going to thank them. For every wish you want me to grant, you have to rub them in gratitude with your soft, beautiful face until they spew their population paste all over it.”
I rub my thighs together, my copious essences dripping into my panties. “Okay,” I say, looking down at the wrinkly balloons. Reaching a hand out, I touch them tentatively and smile when I realize how soft they are.
“What’s your first wish?” he asks, flipping his steel rod to rest against his chiseled abs.
Leaning forward, I rub my cheek against his family jewels and breath in the scent of his manly musk. His pubic hairs tickle my nose, and I tilt my head back to look up at him. “I wish to be your girlfriend.”
“You already are, my sweet flower,” he breathes out as I burrow closer into the warmth of the soft ridged orbs. His hold on his willy slips, causing the elongated meaty limb to rest on my head. “Try a different wish.”
My heart skips a beat, and I lick at my lips. Callum groans when the tiny wet tip of my tongue brushes against his fun bags. “Okay, then I wish to be your wife.”
“Done,” he says immediately. I burrow my face closer and suck a tiny part of the skin into my mouth. The sword that’s already in position to anoint me throbs once.
“I wish to move in with you.”
Callum moans as I suck the entire testicle into my mouth, enjoying the heft and feel of it. “Yes, Pookie. What’s your last wish?”
Letting the plump man egg drop from my lips, I rub my saliva into my cheek and pant. “I want you to breed me again tonight.”
Callum steps back, his manhood skidding against my face and then he drops onto the couch. “Birthday suit on right now and then slide down my pole.”
I strip out of my clothes and straddle his lap. His fingers reach down and make sure my center is moist enough to take his anaconda. Callum pulls his hand back, hawk tuahs a huge glob of spit, and then stuffs the lube into my core. Lifting me, he lines us up, and I sink down.
My head tilts back and I howl, my hands grappling to hold on to his shoulders. I pant as Callum bucks into me, forcing me to take every inch of him. When my thighs meet his pelvis and it feels like he’s going to push through my belly, I look down to where we’re attached.
“I still can’t believe that whole thing fits.”
Callum grunts, his palms kneading at my breasts. “You take me so well. Like you’re my matching puzzle piece.”
My eyes water at the sentiment, it’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me. I lean forward, my fingers twisting in his hair. “I love you.”
Callum freezes, his lip parting and his eyes bouncing back and forth between mine. “Say it again.”
I swallow down the emotion building in my throat. “I love you.”
He flips us on the couch and I let out a squeal when my back meets the cushion, my legs wrapping around his waist. His palms rest on either side of my head and his breaths fan across my face in short pants.
“Again,” he demands as he ruts into me.
I kiss him and whisper, “I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.” I say it over and over again into his mouth. Callum is pounding into me so hard that we scoot up the small length and my head bumps into the arm of the couch. He grunts with each thrust before slamming deep one more time.
“I love you,” he roars as he comes inside me. The heat of his release fills my womb while the warmth of his love fills my heart.