Page 61 of Any Means Necessary

After toying with my chest, Callum's grip lowers. He’s running his hand up the back of my thigh, over my ass, then around to my center. His fingertips brush along the waistline of my panties, giving the elastic a little snap, before cupping my pussy firmly.

“Fuck.” The exclamation is pulled out of me. I’m not ready when his fingers push past the sheer fabric and straight into my folds. Arching against him, I’m breathless. “Oh god.”

“Don’t move.” The order is muttered right into my ear as his fingers move against me, exploring for a torturous moment before plunging into me, hard and fast. My gasp is involuntary, and it takes everything in me not to arch into his touch. But I keep still as his fingers invade me in the most powerful and delicious way.

“Good girl.” Those two words, said deeply into my ear, have me teetering on the edge of euphoria. Another moan escapes me, and my restrained hands push against his as I fight my body to remain still instead of giving in to the pleasure. “Fuck, you’re so wet and responsive. If I had any patience left, I’d take my time sucking every last drop from you, Dewdrop.”

“I’m so close,” I pant, teetering on the brink as his fingers drive me to insanity. “Oh, yes.”

“Not yet.” The command is accompanied by a relentless pace as his fingers work inside me. My eyes latch to his, the piercing gaze as unrelenting as his masterful hands. The wave building inside me intensifies, and I’m on the brink. I know he can see it in my eyes, can feel it. “Not yet.”

“I don’t think I can stop it,” I gasp, overwhelmed by the sensations threatening to drown me.

“You’ll wait.” His authoritative tone leaves no room to argue. My body shivers as I fight against the orgasm looming, my breathing becoming erratic against the sensual torture. “Ask me nicely to let you come. Beg me.”

The shivers turn into shakes, and I’m delirious against his hands. The agony is so delicious, I can hardly stand it. I need to come. “Callum.”

“Beg me,” he repeats, his rhythm never faltering. If I don’t come soon, I might die. My breathless pants turn into moans as I hold on for dear life. His hand moves from my wrists to lift my chin. The moment our eyes meet, I know I’ll say anything.

“Please, Callum. Let me come,” I beg, without shame. The raw hunger in his eyes only intensifies, if that’s even possible.

“Come for me, Dewdrop.” His hand on my chin keeps our eyes locked as I shatter into a million pieces. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, until I’m seeing stars. And his fingers never stop moving, drawing out my orgasm until I’m breathless. “Fuck, you’re such a beautiful, dirty girl for me.”

“I am, oh god. Yes,” I breathe. I barely have time to catch my breath before the intent in Callum's eye forces him into action. It’s like he can’t stand and watch for another minute without being inside me.

“Turn around.” Even as he says it, he’s moving me and I’m being bent over the sink, my ass in the air. I don’t have time for questions as he flips up my dress and tugs down my underwear.

I stand in delicious agony, chest braced against the vanity and my hand gripping the counter, as I wait. My level of anticipation rises with the sound of his belt buckle, then his zipper. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear the condom until I hear the crinkling of the wrapper ripping.

Just like his fingers, his cock gives no warning before he’s plunging inside me, deep and hard. There’s no finessing or teasing, just need and domination. My back bows with the strength of my gasp, my hands keeping me steady as his cock drives into me.

“Fuck, your pussy is made for me.” His grunts turn into growls as he slams into me. His cock is as harsh and unforgiving as the rest of him. He’s stretching me, filling me so completely I feel like I’m in danger of bursting. My moans are a mix of pleasure and discomfort.

“You're so big,” I all but sob. It’s almost too much, his power is almost painful. I’m sure his grip on my hips will leave bruises as I hold onto the sink base for dear life.

“You’ll take it. All of it.” His pace is punishing, both brutal and delicious. My nerve endings fire, the pleasure almost blinding as it builds quickly inside me. “Fuck, you feel so good. You like that, my dirty girl?”

“Yes, god yes.” The words are ripped out of me as he relentlessly pounds us both into oblivion. Still sensitive from my first orgasm, this stimulation is almost too much to handle. The edges of my vision blur as a new orgasm builds inside me. “I’m going to come.”

“Not until I say so.” I could cry at his demand, my body wrecked from the pleasure and screaming for release. Holding back this climax is the hardest thing I think I’ve ever done.

“Callum, please,” I plead, his cock plundering so deeply I’m pretty sure I can feel him in my throat. He’s so powerful, it’s all too much. “Please.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you say my name. You’re such a greedy girl, scream as you come on my cock.” He barely finishes his words before I’m falling. This orgasm is even more powerful than the first, lifting me to heights I’ve never known before. Fuck.

“You’re like a vice, gripping me so tightly with your perfect pussy.” Callum grunts in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.” I’ve barely come down from my climax before another is building. His angle changes, and I let out a cry as he hits a wonderful spot deep inside me.

“Oh Callum, yes. Right there, shit.” He growls in satisfaction, his strokes possessive as he takes a fistful of my hair. He tugs my head back until I’m looking into his eyes over my shoulder while he slams in and out of me. He doesn’t slow as his lips capture mine. It almost seems like his strokes become more intense as he kisses me.

“Who does this perfect pussy belong to?” He growls against my lips.

“You.” I reply eagerly, desperate for the orgasm that’s building between us, growing and looming bigger than anything else I’ve ever felt. Bigger than even the two life altering ones I’ve already had tonight.

“Say it.” His teeth catch my bottom lip, tugging roughly.

“It’s yours, Callum.”

“Mine. Only mine.” He pulls back, his hand in my hair keeping my head in place. His eyes hold mine, refusing to let me look away. His breathing changes, and I can see he’s on the edge of his own release. “Come for me, Dewdrop.”

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