Page 82 of Any Means Necessary

“You’re so hard for me, I want your big cock in my wet pussy,” I breathe, my tone shifting. “But not until you say please.”

I press a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth, nipping lightly at his earlobe before whispering. “Go on, Callum. I want to hear you beg.”

Placing one knee on the bench on either side of his legs, I straddle his lap in a hover as I continue to pump his rock-hard erection. His mouth on mine grows more desperate with each pull. Strong hands grip my hips to pull me closer as Callum moves to deepen the kiss. But I pull back, evading his lips to build the friction.

“Lexie, let me have you. I need to have you.” Callum groans deeply when my fingers tease the sensitive tip of his cock.

“What’s the magic word, Callum?” I trail soft kisses to his ear. Leaning back, I take one of his large hands and place it on my breast. I’m growing breathless as the desire builds inside me. I’m just as turned on right now as he is. “Say it, and I’m all yours.”

I bite back a moan when he gives my boob a firm squeeze—something I know will drive him mad. He can’t stand when I hold back the responses he elicits from my body. It’s the final straw, I can see it in his eyes.

“Please.” The word leaves his mouth like a Hail Mary at gunpoint, and I can’t help but smile.

“Now that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I tease, pulling his erection free from the confines of his boxers. His cock strains up towards me, desperate and hard as steel. A harsh breath releases through his nose as I slowly roll the condom he provides down his length. “How did that word taste coming out of your mouth?”

“All I’m thinking about is how you taste,” he growls, jaw clenched tightly as I pull my panties to the side. Lowering slightly, I run the tip of his cock along my slit. I’m already so wet for him, the arousal is overwhelming.

“You know what I think?” My voice is soft as I slide back and forth along the length of his cock, agonizingly slowly. His muscles bunch as he fights against his need for control, allowing me to take the lead.

“What?” He barely gets the word out. The breath hitches in my chest when I line him with my entrance and lower myself down until I’m completely situated on him. We moan together—mine breathless and overwhelmed, his deep and primal. He’s so hard as he stretches me, filling me to capacity. “Fuck.”

“I think you like me.” I lift myself until only the tip is inside me, then lower until I’m completely seated once more. My voice grows more breathless with each slow stroke.

“Now who’s stating the obvious?” he counters. I gasp sharply when Callum jerks his hips upwards, powering into me once because he can’t help myself.

“I think you care about me. Even if you don’t want to.” His only response is a clenched jaw and a gaze searing through my bones, bringing a small triumphant smile to my face. “You think feelings are messy.” Leaning closer, I press a soft kiss to his cheekbone and bring my lips to his ear. “So let’s get messy.”

Taking my words as a green light, Callum’s groan vibrates over my skin as he takes the reigns. His hands grab my hips, firm fingers sinking into the soft flesh. A cry escapes me when I’m lifted and slammed back down, pushing him so deep he bottoms out. My head swims as he repeats the action, filling me to capacity until I’m delirious.

“I will never get enough of this perfect pussy, Dewdrop,” he grunts through clenched teeth as he lifts me and pulls me back down swiftly over and over again. Each time his hips jerk to meet mine I gasp, the complete fullness shooting stars behind my eyes. I roll my hips against him, making his pelvis rub against my clit and setting every nerve ending in my body haywire. I reach up for his lips, kissing him deeply as I ride him into oblivion.

“You’re so deep,” I breathe against his lips. He swallows my moans, pounding up into me as the friction builds between us. “Yes, Callum. Oh shit.”

“Who do you come for?” Callum growls, his lips trailing across my jaw and down my neck. I tilt my head with a sigh when he grazes the sensitive pulse point that makes my head spin. Our movements are relentless, chasing our release in a frenzy of need and passion.

“You, Callum. Only you,” I pant. I’m so close, teetering on the edge of delicious oblivion. My orgasm is building inside me, drawing heat from every touch, every stroke. It swells inside me, threatening to drown me in unimaginable bliss when the floodgates open. And I’m on the brink.

“Me, only me.” His lips graze my ear. “Come all over my cock.” At his words, I shatter into a million pieces. The floodgates open.

The pleasure pounds against me like the sea clashing against a cliff, wave after wave of euphoria hitting me until I’m spent. “Oh, Callum. Yes, yes.” His name tumbles from my mouth over and over, my pussy clenched tightly around his cock until he’s completely undone.

Callum’s release hits him like a freight train, ripping a groan from deep inside his chest as he empties into me. The muscles of his powerful body ripple with the force of his orgasm, his arms shaking against me. Looking into his eyes as he falls apart with my name on his lips, I don’t stop moving until he’s completely wrung out.

My body collapses against his, my head tucking into his neck as we both struggle to catch our breath. We stay there for a moment, just our pounding hearts beating against each other as we pant. Callum presses a kiss to the top of my head. “You are perfection, Dewdrop.”

“Why, because I have dirty sex with you in public places?” I ask, only half joking. I’ve never done anything like this before, it’s exhilarating. I’m not new to dirty sex, or even sex with Callum. But never on a public carousel encased in transparent glass. Even now, anyone could walk past and see us, while he’s still inside me. The risk factor makes it even hotter.

“Because we fit,” Callum clarifies. He’s right—we shouldn’t, but we do. “And you have dirty sex with me in public places,” he adds with a smirk. I laugh against him, pushing back to look at his face. The smolder in his eyes feels a lot like adoration, drawing me in for another sweet kiss.

“This is probably the best first date I’ve ever been on,” I say, shifting off him and sliding my panties back into place. I’ll have to spend the rest of the night with my arousal dripping down my thighs, but it’s a small price to pay for such a bone-melting orgasm.

“Probably?” he counters in challenge, removing the condom and tucking himself back into his pants. My eyes wander around the magic surrounding us before returning to him.

“I would tell you this is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me, but I wouldn't want your head to get too big to fit in the helicopter for the ride home.”

“You're the only one my head grows for,” he teases, a breathtaking grin spreading across his face as he stands up and straightens the dress shirt I rumpled.

“You’re such a flirt,” I laugh, letting him help me up and shimmying my dress back into place. Callum draws me against his chest, his hands gripping my hips.

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