Page 73 of Bound By Secrets

He places soft kisses against each of my hips before scooting down the bed until his face is hovering over my most intimate area.

When he blows air through his parted lips, my hips involuntarily buck up.

“Please, Brad,” I whine, begging for him to bring me some relief.

He chuckles, and then his mouth is on me.

One arm banded across my waist, keeping me in place as his warm mouth starts devouring me.

His tongue dips inside, swirling around, and then rises up to circle my clit.

My moans turn to gasping cries of pleasure as he sucks and nibbles on the sensitive flesh.

When his fingers enter me, I gasp, and my back flops against the bed, my arms no longer holding me up. My hands delve into his hair, tugging on the strands.

“Brad, holy shit!” I shout, tremors wracking through my body.

His fingers drive into my pussy relentlessly as he suctions his lips around my clit. My eyes shutter closed, my fingers tighten in his hair, and my nails scratch at his scalp.

My inner walls ripple as my climax gets closer, and my legs squeeze against his broad shoulders.

Then I cry out in protest when his fingers pull out of me, and his mouth releases its suction.

I lift my head to look down at him and he smiles at me.

“Sorry, cutie, but I want to feel you pulsate around me as you cum on my cock first.”

Chapter Thirty-Four

Ryker

Iwatch through the gap in the door as Callie groans in frustration, and Brad laughs whilst wiping his dripping face along her thigh.

Fisting my cock, I push my jeans further down my thighs as she stands from the bed on wobbly legs and waits for Brad to sit on the edge before she moves between his parted legs.

“Are you sure you want this, Callie?”

I find myself smiling, glad he’s making sure to ask her and not just taking what he wants.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Her voice is hoarse and sensual.

My eyes sweep the length of her body as she reaches over and grabs a condom. She passes it to him, and as he rips the foil packaging with his teeth, I see her glance around the room, her eyes narrowed.

I take a step back from the door when her head turns this way. I know she wouldn’t be able to see me, but I don’t want to chance it.

She needs this. She wants this.

If she saw me, she’d likely stop and feel embarrassed.

So I stand away from the door for a few moments, languidly stroking my cock. When I hear her gasp and Brad curse, I step forward, spying through the small gap again.

Sweet baby Jesus.

My dick turns to stone as my gaze roams over the scene in front of me.

Callie has her back against Brad’s chest. Her head lolled back on his shoulder as she slowly lowers herself on his length.

His hands are gripping her hips so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. Her lips are parted, and her eyes are closed. Her rapid breathing enhances the curve of her tits, and I bite my tongue to contain my groan.

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