Page 8 of Untamed Reunion

He pushes me away and I stumble forward, turning around to stare at him. I have nowhere to run, his large frame takes up the majority of the walkaway and I really don’t want to run back towards the beginning of the maze.

“Get on your knees and take my cock out,” He demands. I do as he says, dropping to my knees and fumbling with his belt. As soon as I get the leather through the buckle, I pop open the button and pull his jeans and briefs down. His hard cock pops free, bobbing against his stomach. My mouth waters in anticipation. Fuck, I’ve missed it. I never thought I’d miss a cock, but here I am. It’s perfectly sized, not too long but not too short. Its ridges are pronounced and hit every spot inside of me. It angles towards his body, making it grind against my g-spot when we fuck. It’s girthy and stretches me in the best way.

He grips it at the base, giving himself a long strong before angling it towards my lips. “Stick your tongue out,” he says.

I do as he says and flatten my tongue. He thrusts along the muscle, not allowing me to take it all into my mouth. A line of spit falls from my mouth and he catches it on the tip of his dick.

“Now fucking suck it.”

I swallow his cock, taking it as deep as I can. My throat constricts and my body tries to repel the foreign object, but I can’t pull away. I look up and blue eyes meet mine. He smirks as he holds me to his pelvis, my eyes brimming with tears, my nails creating crescent-shaped indentations into his thighs. When he finally lets me go, I rear back, gasping for air. As soon as the oxygen hits my lungs, he has me back on him. He fucks my face, using me. I love that he can take pleasure from my body, as I can take from his. My pussy drips through the hole he’s ripped, wanting its own attention. I reach down, circling my clit.

“So fucking needy, can’t even fucking wait for my cock to fill you, huh?”

I gargle around his cock before he pulls out, lifting me up. He lifts me up into his arms like I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around him. He immediately slams me down onto his cock, and I cry out.

“There you go, purr for me, my little kitten. Let me hear you. Fuck, I missed you.”

Lifting and dropping me, his cock glides within my walls. I’m not able to stay quiet, moaning as I’m filled again and again.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Look in the mirror. Watch how you take my cock. Watch the way your pussy stretches for me. Look at what they’d see. Look at how fucking deranged you look sitting on my cock like it’s a fucking throne and you’re the queen of my heart. But more importantly, watch as we make a fucking masterpiece together.”

I watch as he fucks me, and he’s right, we truly are a work of art together. His words combined with the stretch and the possibility of us getting caught has me shattering.

“Cal-” I moan as my pussy grips him.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it. Fuck, I’m going to fucking fill you.” He groans and his dick twitches inside of me. We both pant, coming down from the high. His dick flexes inside of me and I smile at the feeling. It’s one of my favorite sensations.

He lifts me off of him, and I groan at the loss. On my feet, he helps me steady myself. As soon as I have my bearings about me, he helps me straighten my dress and grabs my hand.

“Okay, you ready?” He asks.

“Ready for what?”

“Ready to finish the maze?”

“Oh, yeah.” I follow him as we walk together, hand-in-hand like years haven’t gone by. Like we never broke up, and he didn’t move away, and things are so different than the reality.

It doesn’t take long for us to exit and I immediately break away from him.

“Wow, they must have made it difficult this year.” Daphne comments.

“What?”

“You guys were gone for a while.”

“Oh? We were? Yeah, it was definitely more difficult.” Callum comments. I shoot him a glare and he smirks.

I need another cider.

Chapter 8

Callum

I’m not sure how I’m supposed to ever let her go again. No. I let her go once, I won’t do it again. Our souls are connected, whether she wants to admit it or not. Last night was probably one of the best nights I’ve had in a long time. After we had our little rendezvous in the woods, we all hung out and laughed around the fire. We drank spiked cider and it was like things were back to normal. All of us hanging out and Hazel by my side. There are more mazes and things that I want to explore, though. I’ll have to convince her to give me another chance and go back for another round.

I’m currently sitting inThe Roasted Beanwith her order already paid for. According to the barista working, she comes every morning, no matter what. I’ve been sipping my coffee for the last two hours waiting for her to grace everyone with her presence because I’m not missing the opportunity.

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