“If you like this bra, you’d better get it out of my way before I rip it off with my bare hands.”
I hesitate and then pull it off, shyly covering myself with my hands. I’m hot for him, that’s for certain. But that only takes me so far.
Calum smirks at my hesitance. “You know that you are probably the most exquisite girl I’ve ever fucked? I love watching you when you’re brazen. My little toy, only a slut for me and me alone.”
He shifts me up above him so my nipples meet his mouth. I feel his fingers digging into my ass cheeks, dangerously close to my pussy, as the warmth of his mouth consumes one nipple, and the other.
I whimper as I feel my nipples harden against his tongue. I want desperately to be lower, to be able to rub myself against his cock again, but he keeps me firmly poised inches above his lap.
It makes me squirm. I’m aching for his touch. His big hands spread my bare ass cheeks apart until I moan.
“Calum…” I whimper. “Please. You’re killing me.”
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he tells me between sucks on my nipples.
“Stop teasing me,” I say, frustrated.
“Is this what you want?” he asks as he lowers me back down.
He slides a finger inside my pussy and pushes his thumb against my clit. I shudder at the surprise of it—and the pleasure of having some part of him inside me.
I can't bring myself to reply, but I move against his hand eagerly. His hands are deft, with practiced flicks against my G-spot and just enough pressure on my clit to get me halfway to orgasm. But no closer.
I kiss him deeply, eyes squeezing shut. I’m close to grinding on his hand like a heathen.
“Easy, baby,” he whispers. “I am going to make you come when I’m good and ready.”
There is a part of me that thought maybe he’ll just stop. Maybe it is all just a game, a power trip. I ride his hand harder, lifting my head, and offer my breasts to his lips again. He spanks me once on my ass, hard.
“That’s not easy,” he growls. “That’s full throttle. Be patient. Good things come to those that wait.”
I feel a new gush of wetness between my thighs. My entire body is on fire.
“Fuck! Calum, I am trying to slow down,” I cry out. I need him like I’ve never needed him before.
He slips his finger out of my pussy and flips me onto my back. The coolness of the bed is a shock to my skin. He kneels and spreads my legs wide.
“God damn. You are a fucking feast, beauty.”
I allow my head drop back as he kisses his way down my thighs. When he reaches the top of my thigh, he kisses his way across it, trailing his tongue against my sweat-slicked skin. He comes so close to tasting me, really tasting my pussy, and yet he pulls back.
I shake my head back and forth, ready to burst.
“Fuck! Calum, come on!” I cry, pounding my fists.
“What do you want?” he asks me, smirking.
“I want you to lick my pussy,” I demand. Bucking my hips, I’m too excited to pretend I’m anything but crazy turned on.
“God damn. Hearing you say it makes my cock hard as a fucking rock, beauty.” He gives me a dark smile before he lowers himself between my legs.
Calum spreads my pussy lips with two fingers. I gasp and writhe, pure anticipation at this point. His tongue runs across my clit, firm and slow, before it dips down into the deepest of my folds. I cry out and dig my fingers into his hair to hold him closer to me.
“Oh god. Oh, Calum!!” As he works his tongue faster, I can't stop calling out his name. “Calum, fuck! Right there, don’t stop…”
When he slides a finger into me again, I reach for my breasts and pinch my nipples.
“I want to taste you,” I say, unable to take a full breath. He pulls his finger from my body and leaves a flutter of kisses on my clit.
“What about you? Don’t you want to come?” he asks. But even as he asks, he’s already eyeing my body like a starving man.
“I will. You’ll make me come.” I issue it as a challenge. He releases a low chuckle, fisting his impressive cock.
“God, look at you. All spread out, ready and waiting, already wet for me. You want me to fuck you, beauty?”
I swear, I can feel my pupils dilate. “You know I do. I have been waiting for this moment. You know that you can make me come. So fucking do it.”
Calum climbs on the bed, his eyes sparking as he over me. He fists his cock again and brings it flush against my entrance.
“Just remember that you asked for it,” he mutters.
When he penetrates me, I am shockingly tight. It feels so fucking good. I feel every single inch of him as he thrusts his long, proud cock inside my body.
“Still with me, Kaia?” he asks me.
“Yes, yes,” I breathe into his ear. “Please… I want this. I want you to fuck me. Please, Calum.”
He buries his face in my neck and breathes me in. He takes his time, sliding in and out of my pussy oh so slowly.
When he teases me, lingering with barely his tip inside me, I struggle and demand that he go deep. Every time he slides against my g-spot, I scratch at his back and call out his name. My mouth finds the slick skin on his neck and I mark him with kisses and bites.
I’m not afraid of who will see. This man is mine.
“Calum, yes! Don’t stop,” I encourage him.
I am so wet it is almost unbelievable. He kisses me, slowing even though I just told him not to.
“Not so fast. I want you to slow it all down. Get on top,” he tells me. “Watching you ride my cock is like every fantasy come to life.”
I bite my lip and nod. He switches our positions in the blink of an eye. On his back, he watches me straddle his hips. My hair has come undone and hangs in knotted waves over my breasts. He reaches up, grabs a fistful of my hair, and pulls on it lightly.
I gasp and look up but he’s already letting my hair go.
“Damn,” he says, his eyes fixed on my tits. “This is fucking perfect.”
I look down and grasp his cock to bring it to my pussy. He moves his hands to my hips.
“Easy, beauty,” he warns me. “It’s been a week since I’ve come.”
I let my weight fall onto him, but he holds me up. I blush again. He seems to want to watch me take his cock into my pussy.
“Please,” I say, looking up at him. “Fuck me. Like really fuck me.”
He pulls me down, hard, onto him. I throw my head back and call out.
My nails dig into his chest and he clutches my ass as I ride him. It’s perfect, the two of us moving as one, our breathing harsh. My tits bounce freely, swaying each time that I move.
Every part of his skin feels like silk underneath my fingertips. My wetness is so intense it drips down between his thighs.
My eyes close tight and I grind hard against him. I’m close, so close.
“Look at me,” he tells me.
I open my eyes, biting my lip.
“I love you. I love you so fucking much,” he says, his dark eyes intense on mine.
“I love you too,” I whisper, my breath coming in gasps.
He pushes himself up and wraps my legs around his back. From here, he is in complete control — and my nipples are once again aligned with his face.
He lifts me and lowers me onto his cock, while he covers my chest in marks that I know will darken to hickeys by tomorrow. I can’t care about that right now; it feels too primal to be marked by him, too fucking good.