Chapter Three — Callum
She somehow looks more perfect than I could have imagined in my wildest dreams…
and that’s saying a lot because I have some pretty wild dreams. She steps out of her place looking like a literal angel, brown shiny hair falling in soft waves around her cherubin face.
She’s wearing a white dress, lace sleeves hugging her slender arms. I swear there’s almost a glow about her. She’s floating.
Her skin is smooth and radiant. Her lips are glossy and pink. I imagine them wrapped around my cock and I feel my entire body stiffen.
That’s how it always is with her. My thoughts go from pure to dark in a matter of seconds.
I open the car door for her and she slides in. When she’s buckled up, I look at her. “You look beautiful,” I say. She beams.
“Ready?” I ask, and she nods. I turn the key in the ignition and off we go.