28. Callie Rae #2
His voice kicks my eyes to his. I lay back, my wavy locks splaying across the crinkled sheets when I bring my hands in front of my naked breasts.
I slip my engagement ring off, dropping it over the side of the bed.
My chest heaves with need, nipples puckering tighter. A tinge of satisfaction scrolls across his stunning face, and then he’s jerking his chin at me.
“Show me what’s mine.” He delivers the order lowly, his fingers resting on his belt as he stares into my eyes. “What’s always been mine.”
My response is magnetic, my fingers hooking into the waistband of my panties. Brant licks his lips, slowly shrugging his dress shirt off.
I glide the flimsy lace down my legs, maneuvering to slip it off my ankles and heels. When I make sure they don’t catch on the stiletto, I toss the garment before palming the undersides of my thighs.
A low groan rumbles from his chest when I open my legs for him.
I’m in nothing but four-inch heels wrapped around my feet, and the sight is enough to make me the leading star of a porn set.
He steps closer to reach for an ankle, but I react quicker.
I plant the bottom of my heel against his hard chest when I wag my head. “Nuh-uh.”
Brant’s lips twitch, his eyes dropping to my stiletto. His large hand curls around my ankle, and his thumb tenderly strokes the bone.
“What do you want?” he asks, returning his eyes to mine.
The pads of my fingers teasingly trace the swells of my bare breasts. “You’ve had your fun too, no?” I sink my teeth into my lower lip, gently tweaking my nipples to torture him. “I think I’m owed a little begging.”
He knows.
His stare skates from my tits to my eyes. My heel is still glued to him when he fastens his hold around my ankle.
“You want me on my knees?”
I yelp when he tugs on me, and my ass meets the very edge of the bed.
“You should at least give me a challenge, Cal,” he taunts. “There hasn’t been a day of my life I wasn’t kneeling for that sweet pussy of yours.”
He leans in to kiss my ankle bone, lowering himself as he peppers my calf and inner thigh with the same affection.
“But I’ll play fair,” he murmurs.
He lands on his knees, his eyes locked on mine as he holds my thigh open. His palm kneads my flesh there, and he delivers soft suckles that cause my head to angle back.
“How am I going to make this right for her?” he purrs. His teeth sink into his bottom lip, his rough palm stroking up and down my leg. “Tell me.” He presses a kiss to my skin, gently biting the spot right after. “Tell me and I’ll do it, yeah? Anything she wants, it’s a done deal.”
He whimpers, and I cup my breasts as I moan. “Show me how much you missed me, Brant.”
His mouth gifts a few more pecks to my soft flesh. His hand nudges each leg to spread them out, and then he’s on his feet.
“Show me because I missed you so much,” I whisper, tears pooling in the crooks of my eyes. “So fucking much.”
He works his belt loose, our glassy eyes stitching together in a daze. He unbuckles himself, unfastening his pants before stepping out of them.
I squeeze my tits harder, admiring the enormous tent behind his boxer briefs. He flicks the garment down, each of his legs lifting to discard his underwear.
Then he’s fisting his large cock while resting one knee on the bed. My eyes hang onto the way his carnal stare cements to my soaked pussy.
He’s like a tall and sculpted god kneeling between my legs.
Worshipping.
And the only accessory he wears is his necklace.
With my number on it.
10.
The untamed flair in our eyes is set free. Brant’s arm snakes under my lower back, scooping me off the mattress in one swift motion.
I gasp when I’m forced to wind my arms around his neck, and then my legs tangle around his hips.
He’s still positioned on his knees, spreading them out more. One hand drags up my back to cradle my weight, and the other guides himself.
My eyes flap closed when the tip of his cock nudges my pussy. My arousal bathes him, and he teasingly coasts the head up and down my soaked slit.
The sensation jets shockwaves to my core. I pop my eyes open to meet his famished gaze, my head nodding urgently.
We both reach for his hard cock, our fingers clashing along our mission. Until I finally sink onto him.
“Oh fuck,” I pant, head cranking back. “Fuck ye—”
My words cut when he fucks me. Both his palms snake tightly around my waist now, and he rocks me over him.
It’s frenzied.
Hysterical.
Aggressive.
I eject a pleasured sob, lifting my head as I cradle his stubbled cheeks in my hands. “God, yes. Fuck me. Yes. Yes,” I chant.
Oh, he’s good.
So good.
Really fucking good.
“Yeah, you missed that?” he rasps, his lips tickling mine.
I nod eagerly, my lips parting as my arms and legs snuggle him more. His hands are resting on my lower back now, bracing all my weight and bouncing me over his cock at the same time.
There’s nowhere for me to go as he’s positioned on his spread knees.
I’m at his mercy while his hot breath skates along my aching lips. Our noses brush, and I drag my fingers through his short hair to claw at it. He stretches me to a pinch of discomfort, waves of pleasure rippling inside me as my bare nipples ache.
My breaths stunt when he abruptly halts.
He mellows the rhythm, pumping into me as my fingertips stroke his scruff. I cross my ankles above his ass, securing my position while my eyes drift to his.
Our lips flinch, smirks emerging on our faces as we register the connection. Him filling me. Me snuggling him. And just like that…
There may as well be sunflowers standing around us.
We gasp simultaneously, our tiny grins faltering before we concentrate. “I’m over being gentle, Cal,” he pants.
I gyrate my hips to meet his thrusts. We collide in sync, accelerating our pace all the while harmonizing.
“All I really want to do is pound into this pussy until you’re the prettiest shade of red. Just for me,” he breathes. “Like marking my fucking territory.”
My nerve endings howl as I clutch his hair. His steel cock is as thick and large as I remember.
Fucking divine.
“Can I do that? Huh?” he whimpers.
His fingers make the first move, resting under my chin to gently tilt it higher. My mouth curves into a shy smile as he closes the gap between us, and his gaze locks on my hungry eyes.
Then they’re skating down to my mouth.
“Can I?” he rasps, flicking his eyes to mine once more. “Is this okay?”
“Can I kiss you?”
My pupils dilate in shock as I peek through my fingers. “Right now? You can’t just expect me to kiss you out of the blue.” My head wags in a rebuttal. “I-I don’t think I remember how, and I don’t want to embarrass myself. Especially not in front of—”
“Here,” he amends. His digits softly brush my skin once more. “Can I kiss you here?”
His words echo through my hazy mind. I see a dirt road and two teenagers sharing a hot first kiss. I see them in the back of a station wagon under a string of Christmas lights.
His hazel eyes morph with an appetite, glossing over just as mine swell with emotion. He fucks me savagely like a man, but he’s still that same boy who asks for my consent.
My permission.
Every. Single. Time.
He found me.
Dove.
I’m home.
I close my eyes, fluttering them open as my belly tingles with devastation. Gusts of his hot breath sprint across my lips, and my hips scoop up for mercy.
My head bobs in agreement, and we rock faster and faster.
But we’re not clumsy this time.
We’re graceful.
Perfection.
A gasp pours from me when he lays me down on the mattress. He’s parked between my spread legs, a canopy of anguish hanging above us.
Silence commences, his jaw ticking as he plunges at a deep and steady tempo. Our slick skin slaps together in an erotic rhythm, the sound blaring within the compact space
I tip my head, chin inclining toward the ceiling. My nails dig into his back, surely carving divots in his flesh as I drag my hands around.
The air is feral. Intoxicating as we fill the gap of ten years into this one moment.
Our lips and teeth collide, sucking and nipping through moans. Whimpers pour from us, tangling in our short breaths as he rails me out into oblivion.
I curl my fingers around the rocking chain of his necklace. His palm slides up to cradle my throat, my brows grooving when he plunges at a delicious angle.
Then his fingers are threading through my hair, gently tugging.
He’s indecisive. He can’t choose where to target his attention. What part of my body he wants to cherish.
He finally lifts up on his knees. His thick cock drives into me, his right hand laying on my pelvis so his thumb can stroke my engorged clit.
My brows ruffle as he drills forward, electric sparks shooting off fireworks. “Oh, Brant,” I whine.
My mouth hangs open as our eyes devour each other. I bob my head and seal my lips, sinking my fingers into my quivering thighs.
“Yes,” I moan, almost embarrassingly.
“Whose cock are you gonna come on?” he groans. “Huh?”
“Y-yours.”
He huffs out a light laugh, his mouth quirking into a brief smirk. “Nah, you can do better than that, Cal,” he breathes.
I massage my breasts, staring at him through doe eyes. “Only yours.”
Muffled cries fall from me as I clench my lower belly. The pinnacle is waving in front of me, but I can’t grasp it just yet. It’s right there as he rails into me and rubs me to ecstasy.
But my reach is too short.
“Relax,” he hushes. “You can enjoy it.” He flicks a devious smile, reading my thoughts like a damn book. “I can fuck you for days if that’s how long it takes. I’m not goin’ anywhere until these pretty legs are shaking, Cal.”
His free palm covers the dove tattoo on my inner thigh. He kneads the flesh there, and my anxiety softens.
My head dips back, my aching tits bouncing with the harsh force of his thrusts. The smacking of our flesh bangs against the walls, and I absorb the euphoric bliss.
“Mm, look at you,” he murmurs, dipping his gaze between our legs. He licks his lips, my belly raveling tighter as the pressure accumulates. “Come on, get greedier, Cal. Make a hot, little mess for me.”
“Mmph,” I mewl, darting my eyes to our connection.