Chapter Eight
“I still can’t believe how well you took everything yesterday,” he said. “You have no idea the weight off my shoulders now.”
“To be honest, I was leaning toward art thief or maybe high-end drug dealer.” She shrugged, then continued putting stuff into the cardboard box.
Evander smiled, watching her ripe ass each time she bent over. Even before he’d originally made contact with Callie, he’d been terrified of losing her because of who he was. Now, it was as close to a fucking fairy tale as it could get, in his opinion.
Things were more official now, more relaxed.
She was moving into his home permanently.
He would have been just as glad to buy everything new for her, but she had clothes and sentimental items in her apartment that she wanted to bring.
The end of the month was coming up and she didn’t want the landlord throwing her possessions on the street.
She didn’t need to know there was no chance of that as he owned the building now.
“Actually, I’ve never done drugs,” he said. “I guess that’s one good thing.”
Callie took a breath and stood up straight, rolling out her shoulders. “You’re more than what you have or haven’t done in your life, Evander. And your job doesn’t define who you are in here.” She touched his chest.
“God, you’re perfect.” He kissed her atop the head.
He really had lucked out. There was such an air of innocence and kindness surrounding Callie unlike anything he’d ever seen in another human.
It was as if she were incapable of viewing the negative in people.
After dealing with the worst of the worst most nights, it was refreshing coming home to her.
But as much as he was grateful to have her, she was a target.
One he was determined to protect until his last breath.
Bastian had told him every asshole in the city was going to have her on their radar once they found out about her—and they would.
He knew that. He’d just have to be smarter, more careful, because he wasn’t willing to give her up.
She was his and that wasn’t up for debate.
“I thought I had more,” she said. With her hands on her hips, she looked around the small apartment again. “I guess I’m done.” She reached for a small jewelry box, moving it from side to side. Her eyes appeared watery as she looked at it.
“Something special?” he asked.
“It was my mother’s. The only thing I have to remember her. When I was younger, she never let me touch it.”
“I’m glad you’re bringing it. It’s pretty.”
She smiled. “I think I’m done here.”
“Not much stuff. Even easier for me,” he said with a wink.
“It’s just kind of sad, you know?”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
She waved her hand. “This is it. Everything. In twenty-one years, my life fits in a few cardboard boxes.” She jutted her chin toward the only window. “And that dumb couch.”
“So what. Who says things matter?”
Callie shrugged.
“I guess you’re right.” She set the jewelry box down and came close to him, grabbing his t-shirt in both her fists. He could feel her mix of vulnerability and desire and it was irresistible. “Who needs things?”
“Not you,” he whispered, tilting her chin up. “Because I’m going to take care of you.”
She let out a little relaxed exhale, but said nothing.
“We aren’t in a rush to get out of here, are we?
” he asked. Evander wanted to claim her right here and now.
To connect with her on a deeper level. To show her he belonged to her alone just as she belonged to him.
The bed was right behind her, and it was calling to him, had been since they first walked in.
He could already envision fucking her brains out, the old springs creaking as he made her scream for more.
As if sensing his intentions, she gave a little smile. “I’m paid up until the end of the month.”
“Tell me, little one,” he said as he tugged her shirt up over her head and tossed it on top of the boxes. “Has another man ever been in that bed?”
She shook her head. “I told you, you’re the only man I’ve been with.”
His cock was like granite.
Evander unclasped her bra, releasing her big sloping tits. He sat on the edge of the old bed. “Feed them to me.”
He waited, his cock throbbing as he watched her do as told. She held up one of her large, soft breasts and held it in front of his mouth. He took it in, sucking on her lush nipple. Evander groaned, holding her ass firmly in each hand as he suckled her tit.
He pulled off with a smacking sound. “Everything off. I want you completely naked.”
She audibly swallowed, but did as he asked. Callie shimmied out of her pants and then cautiously removed her panties. She looked so fucking lush and edible, those soft, pale curves called to him.
“That’s a girl.” He beckoned her closer. “This body is mine. Now and always. Do you understand?”
She nodded.
“Say it please.”
“Yes, I’m yours, Evander. I don’t want anyone else.”
He loved the sound of his name on her lips. Not many people were privy to his real name. He was private, everything a facade to keep his anonymity. Callie tore down his walls, made him feel human. And a lot more.
“Come here.”
She came close enough to him that he could put one hand on her hip, the other he brought between her legs. He slid his fingers along her slick folds before impaling two fingers deep into her cunt. She instantly sank her weight down on his hand, mewling softly.
“Do you like that, Callie? You like me fucking you with my fingers?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted. He loved how receptive she was to his touch. He moved slowly in and out, watching her reactions.
“You’re making me hard, baby. What are you going to do about that?”
“What do you want me to do?”
He didn’t have to think long, not with his zipper about to burst open. “Get on your knees and suck my cock. I want to feel your mouth wrapped around my dick.”
Evander gently removed his fingers from her wet pussy and unzipped his pants freeing his erection. He exhaled once it was free from the tight confines.
Before she could move, he reached to grab a pillow to put on the floor in front of her. She lowered onto her knees, resting her hands on his thighs. He combed his hands into her blonde hair, mesmerized by her beauty.
Once she wrapped a fist around his cock, he was a goner.
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Callie had never done anything close to this and didn’t want to screw it up. Evander was older, wiser, and more experienced. She didn’t want him to think she was too na?ve or couldn’t pleasure him like he deserved.
He had a big dick. She could barely wrap her fingers around the base.
It was darker than the skin on his thighs and corded with veins.
She dared to lean in and lick the mushroom head.
The way Evander hissed through his teeth gave her the confidence to continue.
She licked the head and around the rim with her tongue while holding him in a firm grip.
It seemed to work and she loved having the power to make a man like Evander feel pleasure.
“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Keep going, baby. Just like that.”
She wrapped her lips around and took him as far down her throat as she could without gagging.
Over and over, she pumped her mouth over his erection.
His body became more and more rigid, his breathing harsher.
What would it feel like when he came in her mouth?
Would she gag? Hate it? Like it? Callie didn’t have a chance to find out either way because he abruptly pulled away, not allowing her to continue.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“I want to come in your pussy, not your mouth. On the bed.”
He helped her up, then began kissing her neck, his big frame pushing her down over the mattress.
His lips felt like Heaven against her skin.
He was intense, passionate, and she was quickly spiraling away from reality.
When she was with him, she didn’t feel awkward or fat.
He made her feel like the most wanted woman on earth.
She held his strong shoulders as he covered her with his body. On instinct, she opened her legs to welcome him. The weight of him against her sensitive core made her jolt.
“You’re ripe, Callie. I’m going to take good care of you.”
He continued necking her and it felt equal parts of passion and love. When he leaned back enough to look her in the eyes, the connection between them was palpable.
“Kiss me,” she whispered.
After another few moments of looking at her, he obliged, kissing her with a hunger that surprised her.
He reached between them without breaking the kiss, searching for her entrance with his cock.
As soon as he began sinking into her pussy, she cried out, nearly coming on the spot.
He was so thick, filling her to the point of perfect satisfaction.
She could feel his cock, warm and throbbing. He was holding back.
She wiggled just enough to signal he didn’t have to wait, didn’t have to be gentle. Right now, she needed everything he could give her. This was the last time she’d come to this apartment. This was closure. This was her new beginning with Evander.
His voice, husky and low, was right at her ear. “You want more, baby?”
She nodded, not trusting her own voice.
“Good girl. I’m going to claim what’s mine.”
He shifted slightly, hooking his arms under her shoulders, and began to fuck her proper, pumping his hips tirelessly.
He was a machine, and each thrust brought her closer and closer to that beautiful peak.
He brushed against her clit each time he filled her, made her gasp and claw at his shoulders.
She kept her eyes closed, waves of raw desire washing through her.
They were entwined, a thin sheen of sweat was on his back and between them.
Their bond felt powerful and unbreakable.
She arched her back a bit as she knew it was coming, like a train barreling toward a tunnel.
Then it fit her with the same force, followed by a brief glimpse of Heaven when everything stopped and only pure bliss remained.
When her orgasm finally started tearing through her, she gasped like a fish out of water, every contraction making her nearly blind with desire.
He pumped faster, claiming her, ruining her for any other man. She felt when he came, his cock pulsating inside her. His weight briefly collapsed over her before he held himself back up. They were both breathing heavily, the bed somehow moved several feet from the wall.
He rolled to his back beside her. The man had a gorgeous, hard body. His chest was still rising and falling faster than normal. She wanted to touch him, to lick him, but she settled for cuddling up against him.
He kissed her forehead. No words. Just the perfect, calm moment.
Her mind was all over the place. She was leaving everything she knew to start over. The landlord had even lowered the rent a few months back so it was scary giving it up. But she was happy and had no regrets with her decision.
There was a knock on her apartment door, taking her by surprise. She moved up into a sitting position.
“Oh, my gosh. Do you think the neighbors are complaining?” she asked.
Evander didn’t look worried.
She hopped out of bed when the knocking continued and hoped this wouldn’t be the most embarrassing moment of her life.
She quickly dressed and rushed to the door.
After opening it a crack, she saw Violet, one of the women who stripped at Guy’s Titties.
She didn’t realize anyone knew where she lived.
“Violet?”
“Callie, I need your help…”
“What is it?” She glanced behind her to make sure Evander had covered up before opening the door more, but he was completely gone. He was probably in the bathroom.
“It’s Leah. She needs your help at the club.”
“My help? Why?”
“She asked for you specifically,” said Violet. “Some shit went down and she only trusts you to watch her kids.”
“Are they at the club?” she asked. Callie was still half in a daze while trying to understand what was happening.
“Yeah, they’re all there. It’s a disaster. I think she’s going to quit.”
“Um, I guess I can come. I just need a second.”
Callie wasn’t sure how much help she could be. She certainly hated the thought of going back to Guy’s Titties. But Leah had been a good friend and if she asked for Callie, she was going to help if she could.