Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 131455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 131455 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 526(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
It's moments like this when I wonder if he's more excited than I am.
I wish he could be entirely in the moment, though. That's the one thing that would make tonight perfect. More than once, I felt like he was distracted, just as he is now. I know why, and I understand why he looks around before opening the car door. He's worried Jack or one of his men are waiting around the corner, looking for the perfect moment to attack. I hate seeing him so paranoid, but more than anything, I hate seeing him so afraid. A man like Callum having fears shows his weak spots, and we both know what Jack is willing to do to get what he wants. I can only imagine he wants to punish me—us—for what happened to Dominic. He was pissed enough when there was nothing but a fork involved. I'm sure he's feeling mighty murderous right now.
Callum seems to loosen up once we're in the car, pulling me in close for a kiss. Not the chaste sort of kiss he gave me in the restaurant. No, this is the sort of kiss that makes my toes curl and my core clench, especially once his tongue slides past my lips, tangling with my own.
On the one hand, I want nothing more than to lose myself in him right here and now. He's pretty much healed from his wounds, including the one he got from Dad. I still cringe–like, full-body cringe–when I remember the fear and embarrassment of that morning.
Judging from the steel hardness of his cock, he's feeling much better.
On the other hand, we're not alone.
“What are you doing?” I whisper when Callum reaches out to press the button that raises the privacy divider between us and the driver.
“What do you think?” All at once his hand is up my dress, his fingers dancing over my skin and setting it on fire. He pulls the crotch of my thong aside and chuckles against my neck, making me shiver. “Already wet for me, I see.”
“We shouldn't...” But even I hear the weakness in my whispering, how half-hearted it is. He has a way of making me second-guess everything I believe. Like how it's probably bad taste to have sex in the backseat of a car that somebody else is driving.
My body doesn't care about any of that right now. It wants, it needs, and it's going to be satisfied.
I arch my back at the entrance of one, then two, of Callum's thick digits. His hot breath fans across my chest while my own fingers work through his hair, clutching him to me. All of my awareness travels south and tightens until there is nothing in this world except the delicious friction of the pounding of his knuckles against my sensitive flesh.
“Such a bad girl,” he whispers, fingering me hard and fast. “This pussy is always wet and ready for me. My pussy. Mine.”
“Yours!” I pant, leaning against the seat, jerking my hips in time with his rapid strokes. When he adds a thumb to my clit, he sets off an explosion in my core. My body jerks, going motionless, before the tension breaks and leaves me shaking.
The shock waves still roll through me when he lifts his head, grinning at me. “That didn't take long.” He withdraws his fingers, then lifts them to his lips, and I watch as he sucks them clean. There is nothing as erotic as this, watching him take pleasure in me. He doesn't try to hide it—no, he wants me to see. He wants me to know.
And now I want more. I pull him closer and find the bulge in his slacks, running a hand over it while teasing us both with light, playful kisses. He leans in for more, but I pull back, grinning at his frustration before giving him my lips. I taste myself on him, and something about it reaches that greedy, hungry part inside me. I want to experience everything with him, in every way.
My hands work his fly before I gently push him away to give myself room to kneel on the seat. “Oh, fuck,” he groans, leaning back like I did now that it's his turn. I don't waste any time freeing him from his shorts before plunging my head down, taking him as deep as I can into my mouth. His satisfied sigh makes my pussy gush.
Juice, he picks up on his fingers once he hikes the dress over my ass and reaches around to stroke my smooth lips. “Ahh, so hungry for my cock, aren't you, little bird?” he asks while working the thong down to my knees so he can touch all of me. “Take me deep. Show me how much you need it. How much you love my cock in your mouth.”