Page 73 of Any Means Necessary

“No. I’m not.” I shake my head, biting my lip against the sensations rippling through me.

“Say it, Lexie.”

“No,” I insist. “Oh fuck. Right there.”

“Maybe I shouldn’t let you come. Maybe that will be your punishment.”

“No, Cal. Please. Please, I need it.”

“I know what you need, Dewdrop,” he growls. “And you’re going to give me what I want.”

“I’m not apologizing—” My back bows beneath him as his angle changes and he strokes something so deep inside me that my lungs malfunction. He drills into me, relentlessly, his hard panes hitting my soft flesh over and over again as I’m dragged into delirium.

“Come,” he demands roughly, the order opening the floodgates. The waves of bliss overwhelm me until I’m nearly drowning. I come hard and fast, eyes latched to his as I’m overtaken. Callum’s rhythm never changes from punishing, my body being pushed closer and closer to the edge of delicious agony as another climax builds inside me. “I want four more.”

“What?” My eyes widen, back arching when he lifts one of my breast to roughly suck my nipple.

“Orgasms. You’re going to come for me four more times.” It’s a demand, not a request. A moan falls from me as his other hand moves to circle my clit. His thumb strokes smooth, slow circles, the sensation in total contrast to how harshly his cock is slamming into me with each demanding stroke. Callum is everywhere, the stimulation is almost too much. I’m already on the crest, we both feel it. “But not until I say so.”

“I—” I pant, my eyes closing as my head falls back against the couch. “I’m so close.”

“Eyes on me.” His order rumbles against my chest, and I obey. My eyes open to look at him, his gaze locking possessively with mine. His body is so powerful, I’m being taken so completely there’s nothing I can do but hold on for dear life. “Say my name when you come for me.”

And I do. Callum’s name tumbles from my mouth over and over as I shatter into a million pieces, my pussy squeezing his cock as he pistons in and out. He doesn’t slow, even as the sweat begins to drip from his forehead. His eyes hold me there and he curses under his breath.

“You’re fucking perfection. Every inch of you,” he growls, jaw clenched. I’m not even put back together after my last orgasm before Callum’s body is demanding another one from me. “Look at how good you take every inch of me. My beautiful, dirty girl.”

My eyes break from his to look down at my lifted hips to where he enters me, his big, hard, cock pulling in and out vigorously. The sight of how fully and deeply he’s filling me almost makes me come again on the spot. I’ve never seen anything so erotic. I gasp, the sensations overtaking me. “Fuck, Callum. You’re so big.”

He is so big; his body, his presence, his authority. He’s overwhelming and all consuming, since the moment he entered my life. Callum’s there—in my mind, inside me—demanding things from me I never knew I could give. Things I never realized I want, things I need. He thinks I’ve invaded his life, but he’s completely conquered mine.

“I’m coming. Please.” I don’t want to hold this orgasm back, I can’t.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Callum leans down to nip at my jaw, his facial hair scraping against my sensitive skin. “Kiss me when you come all over my cock.”

The climax rolls through my body, every nerve ending firing at once. Callum’s lips capture mine, swallowing my moans as his mouth explores. My hands claw against his back, wanting him closer, deeper. His breathing changes, becoming more feral and ragged. He’s trying to hold back, but I know he’s close. And I want him to finish inside me, want to bring him over the edge. I need to make him lose control, knowing I’m the one doing it to him. That it’s me who’s unraveling him, overwhelming him. I tighten my inner muscles to squeeze him as he moves inside me, and he grunts wildly, his eyes snapping to mine.

“We’re not done yet, Dewdrop. You owe me two more.”

“I can’t, I need you.” I’m breathless. I scrape my nails up his neck into his hair, squeezing him again. A fierceness flashes in his eyes as something snaps inside him. His control dissolves right before my eyes, the restraint falling away to reveal the passionate beast inside. A thrill runs through me at the primal expression on his handsome face, elated with the knowledge that I put it there. That I’m his undoing.

Callum’s rhythm changes, growing desperate. He’s not driving, now he’s chasing something. Chasing his own release. “Fuck, you have no idea how incredible you feel,” he mutters, and I can only moan in response. His hands are everywhere, ravaging and worshiping. The light inside me is building again. “No. Fucking. Idea.”

Callum’s release hits him like a freight train, ripping a groan from deep inside his chest. The muscles of his powerful body ripple with the force of his climax, his arms shaking above me. Looking into his eyes as he falls apart with my name on his lips sends me over the edge. I shout his name, the light exploding inside me until I’m blinded.

My chest heaves as I gasp for breath, Callum’s breathing as erratic as mine. Lowering his head, his lips taste the skin of my throat as I bask in the glow of satiated bliss. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me closer as he pulls out of me, his lips never leaving my skin.

“Mmm,” I hum.

“Did I mention you always smell so fucking good?” he asks, his facial hair scraping with each press of his lips.

“It’s all that ‘shit’ in my bathroom that seems to bother you so much.” I tilt my head to give him better access. “Body washes, lotions, and perfumes.” He pulls away to look down at me.

“I’ll have to remember that.” Callum’s arms harden around my waist and he’s flipping us over so he’s laying on the couch and I’m draped across him. My breath hitches.

“Take it easy, I’m already sore,” I admonish. It’s not a lie, there’s already a dull ache settling over my body with the sated exhaustion. The tenderness growing between my thighs is definitely going to make sitting difficult tomorrow, and the next day.

“Good.” Gentle fingers brush sweaty hair from my forehead. “I want you to feel me for the rest of the week,” he murmurs. My hand starts wandering over his chest, tracing the indents of his muscled torso. He feels so solid beneath me, his large arms enveloping me completely.

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