32. Callie Rae #2
His fingers stroke my hair as his head tips back. The contact wracks a shiver through my bones, and he bobs his Adam’s apple. The ridges of his chest and arms pulse, the vein along his neck boldening as my mouth grants him pleasure.
My impatient lips connect to the divot of his V-line. I wildly pump him in my palm, peppering the hot indent with kisses.
Until I finally land on the inked dove.
I rest my forehead on his lower abs, my jagged breaths slapping the tattoo. I work his dick in a frenzy, muttered curses and grunts falling from his gorgeous lips.
Brant’s fingers curl into my hair before he yanks himself away.
“Get up,” he rasps, cupping my upper arm.
When I stand, his hands snatch my waist to twirl me around. I squeak when he bends me over the foot of the bed, my palms digging into the linen sheets.
He flips the hem of my dress over my ass, and his fingers hook into my panties. His chest covers my back while he rips them down my thighs. Until my underwear lands at my ankles.
“Step out,” he pants.
My chest rocks with strained breaths as I free my feet.
He palms my inner thigh, pushing it to spread me out. Then repeats the same motion with the other. “Stick your ass up,” he demands. He slaps an ass cheek, and my eyes flutter from the tremor of the smack. “Pretty face in the bed.”
The bed is low enough that I’m able to angle my back steeply. I flip my hair over one shoulder, sinking my chest into the mattress as I raise my hips to his liking.
My cheek nestles in the cozy duvet, palms laying comfortably. My core tingles for his touch.
Any touch.
Any lick.
Any gust of breath.
His belt buckle jangles as he rustles behind me. My legs instinctively spread wider, my toes pressing into the wood floor. But just as the hard surface bites me with discomfort, Brant’s lips wedge between my legs.
My mouth parts, brows crinkling when his tongue drags up the length of my soaked slit. Over. And over. And over. Long and languid licks that have me dripping with sweet torture.
“Oh fuck,” I mewl, my legs rattling with need.
I jerk forward from the force of his hand spanking my ass cheek. “Don’t shortchange me. Get it together,” he rumbles.
The shudder of the slap rings around my aching clit, and then he’s closing his lips around it.
“Oh god,” I pant.
He suctions my swollen bundle. Deep and fast draws that coil the pressure at my core into a lethal cyclone.
Another sharp slap to my ass, and my knees buckle. My fingers dig into the comforter beneath me, his coarse palms kneading the silk flesh of my ass cheeks.
He spreads them as he glides his velvet tongue up.
All the way to my forbidden hole.
His tongue slips into the tight dip, and my hand instantly reaches behind me. I push his head, but his hand is faster. He holds my wrist against the bed when he whispers, “I’d never hurt you. You know that.”
I do know.
I nod when his hot breath skates across my taboo skin. And I surrender all control to the only man I ever would.
The only man I’ll ever submit to without question.
Because he deserves every single piece of me without interrogation.
Otherwise, it’s just insulting. I could never disrespect him like that.
Us like that.
A warm clot of saliva lands on me. My eyes flap in delirium when his tongue massages the thick drool into that hole.
The rough pads of his fingers stroke my clit as his tongue toys with me. The dual sensations rock me like a hurricane, and my arousal surely leaks onto his face.
He licks in tandem with the caress of his digits.
“Mmph,” I moan, my nails clawing at the comforter.
“Yeah?” he teases, kissing my ass cheek before nipping it. “You want me to pop that cherry too?”
I’ve never …
I shimmy my head, my cheek chafing the linen underneath. “N-no. I don’t know,” I pant.
A smirk emerges from his mouth against my skin. “You might like it.”
My palms cover my face as he plays with my ass and clit. I’m embarrassingly enjoying this, the pressure so deliciously uncomfortable that I almost want to agree.
But I shake my head.
Brant peels off me to stand us up. He snakes an arm around my stomach, fisting his cock as he glides the tip between my pussy lips. “You saved this ass for me?” he murmurs, his mouth licking the shell of my ear.
My hands curl around his corded forearm at my belly, and a tinge of panic drops. “Yes,” I breathe. “But not tonight. I don’t want to.”
Words don’t exit his mouth. He continues to travel the satin head of his dick dangerously nearby. Every stroke upward, he climbs closer and closer.
I park a hand on his scruffy chin, cupping it firmly between my fingers. “Knock it off, Brant. I said n—”
He plunges his cock into my drenched pussy, my upper body falling forward. I land with two palms on the bed, and his hand rests on my lower back. “Shut up,” he rasps.
His hands seize my hips, fingers digging into my flesh through the bunched hem of my dress. He’s intentionally calculated. Deep and slow.
“That a nice cock for you, Cal? Huh?” he purrs.
I nod wildly, his thickness stretching me to the brink as he sinks forward. “Yeah, it’s so good,” I moan, growing wetter. “So fucking good.”
I watch his expert hips roll, my body jerking when his thrusts intensify. The slapping of his balls against my soaked center resounds between the thin walls.
“Come on, ask for it, Cal. I know you want to,” he breathes. “Ask me to fuck your pussy like a greedy little whore. Because that’s the only thing I want to do right now.”
A gasp leaks from me, and I meet his drills by backing into him. “Y-yes.”
I whimper when he cups my ass cheek. He halts my movement, kneading my skin there as he forces me to accept his thrusts. At his pace.
He sinks deeper, rolling in a way that brushes that appetizing spot inside me.
“Nuh-uh,” he taunts, his voice tinged with amusement. “Tell me what you want. I can give you anything you want, baby. Just tell me.”
I’m desperate as he plunges into me. I showcase a seductive pout, holding his starving gaze. “Ruin it,” I whine. “Ruin me just for you. Just for you, Brant.”
He returns both hands to my hips, his eyes flickering with triumph before fucking me. He’s merciless now. Ruthless as he rails me out.
“Mm, fuucckk, Cal. Fuck,” he groans, his face clenching.
My lips part, our stares cemented as we grow feral. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” I chant. “Just like that, Brant. Don’t stop.”
His large palms squeeze my hips, slamming me onto him at the same time. “God, you say my name so fucking good on this cock, Cal.” His eyes narrow, humor etched in his irises when he asks, “Whose cock is this?”
I roll my lips together, moaning before answering. “M-mine,” I murmur. “It’s all mine.”
“Naughty girl,” he grinds out. He pants through a crooked smile just as I do, our playfulness effortlessly seeping into the carnal humping.
The metal of his belt rings with our primal lovemaking, and then he plunges his thumb into my ass simultaneously.
My belly buckles, absorbing the initial shock. The rough waves calm to a blissful swell, and I’m chanting breathlessly. “Oh, Brant. Brant. Brant.”
My head drops forward. He hovers his solid chest against my back, his lips brushing my temple. “Say it again,” he rasps. “Say my name.”
“Brant,” I pant. “Dove.”
The twin pulses of pleasure clash at my core.
A moan rumbles from my lips, my eyes fluttering as he continues to pound into me. He plunges his thumb in and out, the motion deliciously restricted.
My fingers fly through his hair, and I climb the mountain higher. Scratching my way to the summit.
Brant lifts up and plants his free hand on my upper back. He pushes me down, angling me so he can yank my hips up.
He drives into me at a delectable angle, fireworks shooting off. That delicate sponge inside me gets attention, and his thumb rocks inside my ass at the same time.
“You want to come on my cock, baby?” he murmurs hoarsely.
I nod feverishly, and his groans massage my back in a heated serenade.
“Ask me nicely, and I’ll let you.”
“Please,” I moan out my compliance, anguish fueling every word. “Please let me come all over your cock.”
His thrusts turn maniacal as he works his thumb inside my other hole. My forearms dig into the mattress, my mewls churning with his guttural sounds while he slams into me.
My body stiffens as my limbs quiver. The pressure from my core ruptures into a thousand tiny pieces inside of me.
I cry out into the soft linen. “Oh, Brant! Brant!”