Page 152 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

He chuckles and grabs hold of my hips, lifts me up, slams me back down over his cock, and then reaches under my shirt and grabs my breast.

My breasts aren’t small by any means, but Callum’s hands are large like everything else on his body, and he’s able to fit my boob in the palm of his hand.

He raises his other hand to do the same, and my eyes catch the blood in his intravenous drip, slowly beginning to mix with the clear liquid.

“Ignore it,” he says. “Most of my blood has gathered around my cock, and I’m about to fucking go haywire watching you grinding your pussy against me like the PrudishPearl you are.”

“I have four boyfriends. How the fuck does that classify me as prudish?” I reach down to touch myself to hasten my orgasm before Callum goes off.

“Having four boyfriends classifies you as damn horny.”

“And you’re one moody bastard.”

“Siren, it goes without saying that my three moods are: hungry as fuck, horny as fuck, tired as fuck.”

And with that statement, he brushes my hand away from my clit and replaces it with his, immediately finding the spot and begins tracing circles over me in the most perfect way.

“Ahhhh!” I sigh with a heavy moan as I begin my ascent towards my climax.

“Fuck,” Callum breathes deep, his hips thrusting out of control.

“Omigod, I’m…I’m….ahhhh!” I scream, and he grabs his pillow and throws it over my face. But it’s already too late; the entire hospital must have heard me.

I lift my hips and slide up and down his cock, my cum coats him, and it’s getting slippery and sloppy. Callum grunts twice and squeezes my hips as I feel him fill me up. He holds me momentarily, gripping hard until his orgasm is over.

“That was a pretty fast but good hospital fuck,” he says, loosening his hold on me. “And now the whole world has heard that beautiful siren voice of yours.” He winks his eye at me, and I cast the pillow into his chest as I get off the bed and saunter over to the bathroom to clean myself off. My only panties are completely wet and uncomfortably unwearable, and I take them off and throw them in the garbage.

As I emerge, I look for the small bag of clothes one of the guys brought for Callum, and I rummage through it and find a pair of boxer briefs.

As I put them on, my eyes follow to Callum, and I catch him staring intently at me.

“What happened to your knickers?”

“Unwearable. Mind going commando when we take you home? I haven’t even got a bra on, and I really don’t feel comfortable going panty-less under this t-shirt.”

“No, I don’t mind,” he replies, rising from the bed and swinging his legs over the side. “PrudishPearl.”

A witty comeback plays on my lips, but he winces as he moves. I rush to his side, but he rebukes my attempt to help him.

“Call me what you darn like, but planting my naked pussy or ass on some unknown chair or seat that’s probably never been washed isn’t a desire to try out.”

He gives me a side-eye stare.

“Where are you going?” I watch him drag himself out of bed, taking the IV sack with him.

“Loo. Care to join and hold my willy?” he jokes which renders a smile from me.

“You’re a big boy. I think you and your willy will do just fine without me.”

“Then watch me strut over to the loo. This open-back hospital gown does wonders for getting laid.”

I watch him shuffle towards the bathroom, and the open-back gown exposes his rear end, prompting a mischievous grin to spread across my face.

Damn! I chuckle silently. Callum is probably one of the few who could effortlessly pull this hospital gown off.

"Looking good, babe!" I quip with a playful wink, my eyes fixated on the view.

Our laughter fills the room as Callum finally disappears into the bathroom, leaving me to admire his antics—and his sexy firm ass—from afar.

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