Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 115619 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 578(@200wpm)___ 462(@250wpm)___ 385(@300wpm)
“Callum!” I shout, and the sound is loud enough to make my ears ring in the tight space. He’s punishing me, pumping brutally, his hand slapping against my flesh, but I want it. It’s what pushes me to the edge and over, the tension bursting all at once. “Oh…. I’m coming. I’m coming!” I cry, and I’m only vaguely aware that I’m actually crying. The wet tears slide down the apples of my cheeks, leaving me shaking. Pulling his fingers from my clenching center, I watch through half-lidded eyes as he brings them to his lips and licks them clean. His groan of pleasure makes me tremble with fresh desire even though I’m still coming, my insides fluttering with little tremors running through me from head to toe.
When his gaze meets mine, I see something behind his eyes I’ve never seen before. Hunger, darkness—they’re nothing new, but what I see now is almost… eager. Searching. Looking for something I can’t put my finger on.
There’s no time to put it together before he’s on me, tearing open my blouse. I gasp as he buries his face between my breasts, forcing them out of their cups. His animal grunts, combined with his tongue that glides over my hardened nipples, make me writhe and claw at him. I try to peel off his jacket and unbutton his shirt, except he stops me by shoving my hands away. His attention is focused on my body and satisfying himself with me. I try to ignore the way that makes me feel and watch with anticipation as he undoes his pants. The sound of his zipper lowering is almost enough to make me cry again. Yes, this is what I need. To be one with him while he’s deep inside me, reminding me of the one most important thing: us.
Not him, not me, but us together.
I don’t know why I ever thought otherwise.
“Mine,” he whispers before pulling my thong to the side again. I feel the thick mushroom head of his cock at my entrance. He plunges deep, stretching me the way only he knows. The burn that always accompanies the first thrust slowly melts away, and I arch against him. He wraps an arm around my lower back holding me to him, molding us together.
“I don’t know how you could ever deny what we have or share. Not when the evidence is dripping down your thighs, and you’re mewling like a cat in heat for me to take you harder.”
“Callum!!” I gasp.
The car rocks harder than before, our rhythm quick and rough. The windows fog, but I don’t care. All that matters is the tension building in my core. It’s deep, throbbing, growing with every unforgiving stroke.
“That’s my little bird,” he grunts in approval. “My little slut. You’re a slut for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Y-yes!” I blurt out. I’ll say whatever he wants me to, so long as he doesn’t stop.
“Only mine. Nobody else’s.”
“Nobody else's.” I’m so close, ready to scream again, clutching him with my arms and legs and inside, where my muscles are starting to clench tighter.
“Because nobody… could fuck you… like this.” I shake my head, only because it’s true. “Say it.”
“Nobody could… fuck me… like this!! Callum, oh, shit!”
“Come for me,” he rasps in my ear, grunting. “Give me your orgasm, little bird. Give me what belongs to me.”
I do, for there’s no way to stop it. The breaking of the unbearable tension and all the sweet, blissful sensations that race through me in the aftermath. I shatter like glass, exploding, my entire body trembling.
“Callum.” I moan his name, my nails biting into his flesh while he continues moving inside me.
“That’s right.” In my daze, I feel his hand taking hold of my throat and turning my face toward his. “Look at me. Look in my eyes.” His strokes deepen, and I catch sight of his clenched teeth before meeting his gaze.
“Tell me,” he growls through his gritted teeth, breathing hard. “Tell me this isn’t real. Tell me what I make you feel isn’t real.”
The aftershocks of my orgasm are still rippling through me. I know he has to feel every pulse of my muscles as he invades me over and over. I can’t lie. This is what he does to me. No matter how I fight, he has a power over my body I can’t ignore or pretend doesn’t exist.
He smirks when I shake my head. “I know you can’t, because you know it’s true.” His thrusts slam me against the seat and rock the car forcefully, bouncing us up and down. “What we have is special. It’s more profound than anything you or I could create on our own. It’s us. Together. I will never, ever stop fighting to make you see it and admit it out loud.”
I won’t. I can’t. Even if every crash of our bodies together brings me closer to bliss. Even if I feel more alive when he’s inside me than I do at any other time, ever.