28. Callie Rae #3
His glistening cock disappears in and out as his rough thumb plays with me. The vision fires rapid shooting stars off, and his free hand squeezes my breast.
Our two inked doves rock toward each other, impeccably aligned.
Fucking flawless.
He pinches my stiff nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he pounds into me and plays with my clit.
But it’s too intense.
“I-it’s too much,” I gasp. “It’s too m—”
“It’s not,” he clips. “Cut it out.”
His command drives my eyes to his. He alters his hips at an angle that licks that sweet spot inside of me. My face drops in awe, my body convulsing with the oncoming quakes.
“Yeess, fucking give it to me, baby,” he groans.
He tweaks my nipple and caresses my clit, drilling me until a blinding swell of pressure bursts at my core. My head bucks again, but his palm cups the back of it before it can land on the pillow.
“No, no. Watch my cock make your little pussy come,” he orders. “Keep those pretty eyes open.”
I moan, watching myself pulsate around him. My legs tremble viciously, and Brant breathes a light sigh of victory.
He rests a palm on my inner thigh to steady it. “Oh, yeah. You like that,” he purrs, his pumps slowing. “You’re doing so good, baby. Good girl. Good girl. That’s it.”
My belly contracts with every pang of pleasure. I lather him in my cum, digging my fingers into his biceps when he gasps.
“Fuck, Callie. Shit.”
He pumps into me through my orgasm—the scene positively primal.
Feral.
But so damn peaceful knowing it’s him I’m finally wrapped around.
The balloon of relief finally pops. Bursting into sprinkles of glitter that shimmer over the darkest and loneliest parts of me.
His forehead meets mine, the tender contact inciting a rush into my veins. His fingers caress my scalp, and I continue to spasm around him.
Erotic shocks pop my body, and I can’t hold on any longer. My head falls back into the mattress, but his palms are already swiping my damp locks from my temples.
His soft touch jolts my hands to cradle his face. I crash his scorching lips against mine, his stubble grating me as he nestles himself to the hilt.
He’s rock solid when he snakes his palms under my ass. He lifts us up, and a squeak pries from my mouth.
He swiftly arranges us so he’s sitting at the foot of the bed. His cock slips out of me, and we shuffle a bit until I’m straddling him.
His hands nudge the last few frayed strands from my forehead, and I waste no time easing onto him.
Oh, my heart.
“Memorize that vision,” he says lowly, gulping in the next breath. “Because the next time you ever think about laying down with another man, know that we don’t ever break. Do you feel it, Callie?”
His squinted eyes search my face. There’s a glint of hunger flickering in his hazel stare. He tenderly tucks my hair behind my ear, and I cup the back of his neck with my palms.
“Yes, I do,” I whisper. Then I shake my head against his clammy forehead. “Never again.”
He unravels one of my hands from behind his neck, planting a kiss to my bare knuckle. “Apologize for accepting another man’s ring on this finger. My fucking finger,” he rasps.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe.
He palms the back of my head to bring my lips against his. “With that sweet cunt,” he murmurs. “Show me how sorry you are.”
I tangle my arms around him, and my hips rock back and forth. When I gradually dig deeper, he slaps and kneads my plump ass cheek.
I yelp at the harsh contact. It elicits the string of excitement inside me once more, and his hands cuddle my throat. I’m practically bouncing on top of his cock now.
“Fuck, Callie, I could spank your ass every day for pulling that shit on me,” he exhausts, brows creasing.
My hands curl around the tough bulges of his biceps. Our lips dance a mere inch apart when he grates his next words out.
“For disrespecting us like that. For underestimating me. I could wring this pretty, little neck,” he murmurs. His head wags after, humored by a silent thought until he voices it. “And I bet you’d fucking let me.”
I would.
“Do it,” I gasp. “I deserve it.”
He seizes my lips in a searing kiss. Our mouths mash together in a fiery blaze, lips and teeth crashing in a blunt swarm of impatience.
“But fuck, all I want to do is spoil you more,” he pants. Then his scorching lips grace the crook behind my earlobe. “With my heart. My cock. All I want to do is fucking crawl inside you. Just like I always have.”
I nod maniacally, brushing my parted lips against his in a desperate plea. “Y-yes. Yes. Do it. All of that.”
My body buckles above him as I glide up and down. His hands cup my tits, only to tug the sharpened buds.
“You going to come inside me, Dove?” I pant impatiently. “You can come inside me. I-I want you to. I need it.”
I tuck my lips when he pinches my hard nipples. He yanks the tortured cry from me anyway as he nods.
“Yeah, I’m gonna come inside you, Dove,” he whispers. “Just keep that hot pussy moving.”
I lay one palm on his pec and the other behind his head. My teeth roll over my bottom lip, and I whimper relentlessly as I rock over him.
At lightning speed.
It’s furious and tender at the same time.
His long arm snakes across my lower back, his chin tipping up to me. My fingers thread through his hair, and our breaths knot as I bounce on top of him.
Our mouths tick in the same subtle smirk.
It’s been a long ten years since we were inexperienced teenagers.
I tug the thin chain of his necklace, and our lips meet once again. He seizes my hips, the ribbon inside me knotting just as his brows crinkle through tattered reserve. His lips dangle in pleasure as he pounds up into me, my pupils gaping when he whips the last few thrusts.
And another orgasm strikes through my body.
My pussy clutches his cock, only for him to unload his hot cum into me.
His palms frame my face, his hazel eyes expanding as he breathlessly chants, “Look at me, look at me.”
Lashes of devastating rapture braid around my bones. They rattle my core until it feels like it’s extinguishing from the crushing sensations.
His eyes beg to close as his strong body spasms, but he doesn’t submit.
Traces of ecstasy glaze his gorgeous lenses as he keeps me secured in place. He’s waited too long to stare into my eyes like this. And the notion cycles my climax to an unforeseen pinnacle.
“Oh, Brant. Oh, Brant.”
“O-oh, that’s sexy, Cal,” he whispers. “Keep going. Show it to me. All of it, baby.”
Our broken whispers weave together in the dense and clammy air. My skin glues to his, my head tipping back to grant his mouth access to my throat. Each pop of our bodies pumps a beat of our heart to life, and we tremor in sync.
We start to float down, and I tangle my fingers through his short locks. Practically ripping them off his scalp as my limbs rock in his hold.
“Come here,” he breathes, yanking my mouth to his.
Our tongues and lips collide, my arms hooking around him as he flips us so I’m lying on my back.
I sink into the rumpled sheets, and he carefully slips out of me.
I shamelessly sob when I’m left empty, but he’s already rasping his next words.
“I should’ve come back for you sooner.” He peeks between us, framing my pussy lips with two long fingers.
Then he squeezes some of his cum from me.
“I’m a fucking fool thinking you wouldn’t get scooped up by another man,” he confesses, his voice punched with regret.
His digit drags through my slit, and he collects our mingled arousal. He lifts it to the valley between my breasts, traveling his wet finger downward.
I catch his wrist in my hand to bring it to my mouth. I suck the soaked fingertip through my lips, our tangy nectar lathering my tongue like a dose of heroin.
When I swallow our pleasured juices, I peck the pad of his digit before I say, “We’re here now. You found me.” My mouth twitches in gratitude, my eyes blooming with fresh tears. “Just like you said you would.”
Before I can hiccup a breath, Brant’s snuggling his arms around me so tight.
Just as mine swaddle him.
And we don’t let each other go.