Page 60 of Callum

“Yes, Callum.” She breathes around my name, making something shiver in my chest. Rosalind’s back arches as she tries to grind back against my hand that much harder, that much faster, chasing down an orgasm I didn’t say she could have.

“Do not come, Red.” I pull away slightly, smiling at her frustrated growl.

“But I begged!”

“I know, kitten,” my fingers press into her again, and she gasps, dropping her forehead to the couch. Her knees slide through Bishop’s blood when she tries to spread her legs wider, forcing my fingers where she wants them. “But you’re going to hold all that cum in until I tell you to give it to me.”

Her pussy clenches around my fingers, and I give her ass a sharp slap. That seems to have the opposite effect, and she squeezes harder around me. “Do not come.”

“Callum.” My name sounds so close to a sob on her lips that I nearly give in, but we both know she can do better than that.

“You know what I want, kitten.”

“Please,” she whines, her hips bucking against my hand. “Please, please, I need to come. I’m going to—”

“No,” my cock throbs at the way she presses back against me, grinding her soaking pussy into my palm.

“I can’t,” her nails dig into the couch cushions, her back bending even deeper for me.

“You can, kitten. I know you can,” I drag my fingers in and out of her, reveling in the sounds of her moans. “You’re going to keep holding in all this cum for me because you know you haven’t earned it yet, have you?”

Rosalind doesn’t say anything, but I see her shoulders tense.

“Answer me.” She shakes her head, and I sigh.

Rosalind snarls something into the cushion that sounds like “fucking bastard” when I pull away. My hand immediately falls to the zipper of my jeans, giving myself some much-needed relief.

I reach one arm around Rosalind’s hips and flip her onto her back. She slides off the side of the couch, straddling my thighs. I drag her hips forward, and she leans back, spreading herself out for me.

“Please,” she huffs, grinding against me. I can feel how hot her cunt is when she presses against my cock, and we both groan at the movement of her hips. Rosalind’s voice shakes as she grinds against me again. “I need to come, Callum.”

“I know, kitten.” My cock drags against her clit again, and I lose all patience. Lifting her hips with one arm, I pull her forward until our chests are touching. Her hands snap to my shoulders, bracing herself as she slides so…fucking…slowly down my cock.

“Fuck,” she hisses, her breath ghosting across my cheekbone. I can’t help but agree with a soft chuckle. The sound is immediately cut off by a moan when her hips roll against me. She doesn’t have enough leverage to lift herself up and down, but that doesn’t stop her from trying to set the pace.

“You’re not in control here, Red,” I remind her, slowly pulling away to press back in. My hand fists in her hair, tipping her head back and baring her neck to me. She doesn’t fight me on it, her hips meeting mine with each slow thrust.

Rosalind moans when I hit the spot that makes her spasm around me, and I can’t stop the words from pouring from my mouth.

“You’re taking my cock so well, kitten. So fucking well,” I lean back, my eyes tracing the lines of her face. “You’re mine, Rosalind White. Do you fucking understand me? You’re mine to fuck, and mine to fight. No one else’s.”

“No one else’s,” she agrees on a breathy sigh, her back arching as her legs squeeze around my hips. “Please, Callum.”

“Such a good little slut, begging for me.” My fingers pinch her nipple through the fabric of my shirt, making her moan again. Her back bows, pressing her chest into my palm. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, spread out on my cock like she’s fucking made to be there. I don’t know how I went four years without this, but I don’t ever plan to do it again.

“Do you need to come, kitten?” Rosalind nods, her eyes locked on mine. There’s something so precious about the way she’s looking at me that I can’t bring myself to look away. “Are you going to give me what belongs to me?”

“Y-yes.”

“Such a good girl,” I reach between us, dragging my thumb against her clit. Rosalind grinds her hips into my hand, a soft moan breaking in the back of her throat. “Come for me, kitten.”

Rosalind shatters, her body shaking through her orgasm. Her eyes never leave mine, every part of her overwhelming me until I come apart at the seams.

“Do not ever run from me again, Rosalind.” I’m not sure what makes me whisper the words against her throat, but I know they need to be said. My soul is bared to her in a way I never expected to experience again, and I need her to feel it. I need her to know that this is it for me—that she is it for me.

“I won’t.”

We sit in silence for a moment, letting the weight of that promise settle between us.

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