30. Callum
Callum
“Sometimes I can’t see myself when I’m with you. I can only just see you.” – Jodi Lynn Anderson
M ine, mine, mine…that one word keeps replaying in my mind as my tongue slips inside her mouth, devouring her taste, her whimpers, and frustration.
“You’re kissing me,” Sophie murmurs into the kiss, our lips still sealed.
“I am.” I pull away for just a breath, unable to keep away from her lips for too long.
“I thought you said you don’t like kissing. Anyone,” Sophie says, panting, yet still wearing a smug look on her face.
“Always such a fucking brat.” Gently, but hard at the same time, I squeeze her cheeks, making her swollen lips pucker and kiss them again. “I like kissing you . Happy now?”
I don’t allow her to get another word in as I swipe everything from the kitchen counter behind her, sending bowls and everything else crashing to the hard floor as I wrap my hands around her waist, and lift her up onto it.
Sophie parts her legs, that fucking leather skirt riding up to reveal the black triangle of her bodysuit, silently inviting me to step up, but I need no such invitation. I’m planning to take it all without asking.
No one. Absolutely no one makes me lose my shit like she does.
“Tell me to stop,” I murmur—no, plead—with her but she only kisses me harder.
I know I can’t be doing what I’m doing. I know I shouldn’t kiss her. I know I can’t drag her ass to the edge of this counter and rub my hard cock right up against that flimsy barrier. Even through jeans, I can feel her heat, her wetness, her needy little pussy.
I know I shouldn’t lace my fingers through her hair, angle her head just right and savagely take her mouth with mine.
I know…I just can’t find any fucks to give right now.
Not after I watched half the bar openly eye-fuck my wife the whole time we were there only to have that asshole brazenly flirt with her right in front of my eyes.
Every fiber of my being screamed that she’s mine and mine alone.
Mine, mine, mine …the chant continues, drawing out this madness I fell into.
I should stop…her tongue strokes against mine at the same time as her pussy grinds into me and I forget what I was saying in the first place. The need to claim her as mine, really claim her , short-circuiting every neuron in my brain.
“You drive me mad.” I pull my lips from hers, instead sinking them into her slender neck as she throws her head back and moans, gripping my hair hard as I suck on her flesh, hard enough to leave marks for days.
“You, your smile, your crazy chaos, and those damn fucking skirts you keep wearing.” I slide my hand under the said skirt and over her stockings. “You. Drive. Me. Mad, Sophia Lovinski.” I whisper, sinking my fingers into her perfect, supple ass, no doubt leaving bruises here as well .
Fuck, I should be abhorred at that… should being the operative word because all I feel is more unhinged. I want her to bear my mark all over her body. Where every motherfucker can see how mine she is.
“Well, someone has to,” she says on a cry, and I groan, my cock so hard I’m leaking pre-cum in my jeans.
“Always with that fucking sassy mouth,” I growl. “It needs something better to do than constantly talk back or flirt with other men.”
“Why don’t you find a better occupation for it, then?”
The blood in my veins boils. I feel my nostrils flare. “Are you talking about my cock, little menace?” I run the pad of my thumb over her swollen lips, the red lipstick long gone. “Do you want my cock in your mouth?”
I don’t remember the last time I allowed myself to talk like that out loud. To let that side of me to come out. Did I ever? No, it’s just her, just Sophie, who makes an animal out of me.
From day one. She’s been drawing him out since day-fucking-one as if she always knew he was living somewhere deep inside me when I was none-the-wiser for thirty-four years.
I wasn’t a virgin. I’ve had sex before. It was a long time ago, but still, I remember those days, and not once did I feel this mad need. Not once.
Slowly, Sophie leans in and whispers, “Yes, Clover. I want your cock in my mouth. Now what are you gonna do about it?”
I snap…releasing that animal as I swipe her off the counter and to her knees in front of me. “I’m gonna feed it to you, wife.”
Sophie’s mouth drops from shock, I think, but my cock takes it as invitation and I make a quick work of my belt and zipper before I release him, allowing the thick swollen head to fall directly on those parted lips.
Sophie sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes snapping to mine. Wide and shocked but also full of lust and sex as the tip of her tongue peeks out and swipes the clear bead of pre-cum from my slit, moaning as she does. She fucking wants it.
She goes to take another lick, but I grip my shaft and pull away .
“Say you want this as much as I do,” I command, looking straight into her eyes as I slowly drag a hand over my length. Her breath shutters as her eyes drop to where I jerk myself off slowly. “Fucking say it, Sophie.”
She sits back on her knees like a good girl she’s not. “ Sse thelo, ” she breathes out, and I swear I grow harder at her speaking Greek and showing this unheard-of obedience.
“That’s a good wife,” I say, grip her chin propping it open and stuff her mouth with my cock, sliding in deep and hard.
Sophie gags but doesn’t push me away, and I groan when she moans around my length, moves closer to sink her nails into my ass, and keeps me close as she sucks me hard.
I watch, mesmerized, my mouth parted in pleasure as she slides those lips over me again and again. Her tongue licking the underside of my cock and over my leaking slit every time.
“Fuckkk,” I groan, my voice hoarse as I fist my hand in her short hair and push my cock even farther down her throat. Has it always felt this fucking good? Because I swear, I’m gonna see God soon.
“Do you like it? Do you like sucking my cock, wife?”
“Mmm,” she murmurs around me, the vibrations sending a shiver down my spine, and I feel my balls draw up.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come soon.”
“Yes, yes,” she says, but I pull her away, dragging her off my cock with my hand in her hair and she hisses softly. Of course, she’d enjoy that. She couldn’t be any more perfect, could she?
“You want my cum?”
“Yesss.”
I lean in whispering against her lips, “Where?”
Her chest heaves as she says, “Everywhere. Fuck me already, Clover.”
A slow smile spreads over my lips at her eagerness, her plea, and I sink my teeth into that bottom lip she always keeps biting, taunting me with.
She hisses out a pained yelp, digging her nails into my biceps .
“Oh no, little menace,” I say without releasing her soft flesh. “I won’t just fuck you. I’ll punish you for all the times you drove me mad. I’ll make you mine.”
I swipe her off the floor and into my hands, striding into our bedroom as my lips seal against hers again. That faint hint of me still lingering on them.
Just once. I’ll allow this madness, just once. Just to sate this need we both seem to be drowning in.
Just once to set all those dirty text messages I’ve been sending her free.
Just. Fucking. Once.
Using my foot, I shut the door behind us and drop Sophie onto the bed, quickly following right after because I can’t seem to stay away from her for longer than two seconds.
“Off. Everything fucking off. Right now.” My hands are ripping at her skirt, her bodysuit, those fish-net stockings, just as hers are pulling my long sleeve over my head, her feet slipping into my unzipped jeans, sliding them off further.
We break apart long enough to finish undressing, and I freeze.
I saw Sophie in little clothes. I knew she was beautiful, but fuck…
I wipe the drool off my mouth with the back of my hand, she’s a goddess.
A true goddess with the most perfect golden skin I want to lick and bite and mark.
Perky tits with the most beautiful dusty pink nipples that fit just right in the palm of my hand but it’s her glistening, bare pussy that has my whole, undivided attention.
She’s so wet and needy, she squirms under my gaze. So eager. Fuck, it looks so tight and perfect, and my cock wants nothing more but to be buried deep inside that heaven.
I’ve wanted this. Every damn night and morning while sleeping next to her. I’ve wanted her.
I push her legs open, and they drop to the sides as I take my thumb and swipe it over her glistening slit. Sophie gasps, her knees drawing up instinctively, but I hold them down and bring my thumb to my mouth, licking off her taste .
“Fucking hell,” I groan, closing my eyes in pleasure. “I wish I could taste you properly, but I need to fuck you. I need to bury my cock in that tight pussy right-fucking-now.”
“Then what are you waiting f—argh.” Her sassy sentence ends on a loud cry as I slide inside her in one hard thrust. Hard enough her body shifts up the bed and her hands clutch onto my arms as her lifeline.
Her mouth drops open, her pretty brown eyes rolling back but no sound other than whimpers come out.
I’m not a small guy and my cock isn’t either, so even though I thrust into her like a savage, I still, allowing her to get used to my size. And frankly, to get used to her because I’ve never felt anything better. Not even when I had my first experience with sex.
Nothing—no one—has ever felt as tight, as good as Sophie does.
“Shh.” I cradle her face, kissing those parted lips, her chin, her nose, her cheeks and down her throat. “Relax for me, baby.” I slide my fingers to her clit, slowly rubbing it as I nibble on her neck, kissing and licking it. “Let my cock fill you up.”
With one hand over her clit, I bring the other to her mouth, sliding my thumb inside. Sophie let's out a small moan in response, her hands running over my back.
“There we go.” I move almost painfully slowly and groan. “My wife has the tightest pussy, doesn’t she?”