Page 11 of More Than A Feeling

"I've not done this a lot," I confessed.

He stroked my cheek, and the affection in his eyes made my heart beat faster. "I could come just watching your mouth close to my cock, Fleur. I'm so turned on right now that seeing you down there is enough for me to blow a nut."

I placed my tongue on the underside of his tip and licked him like a lollipop, lapping around the slit. He let out a hiss that egged me on. I stroked him with my hands as I wrapped my lips around him and sucked hard. I took him farther and farther inside my mouth, encouraged by his low grunts and his orders to take him in deep. He hit the back of my throat, and I gagged, but he didn't let up; his hands on my head held me still.

"Love seeing those tears rolling down your cheeks." His voice sounded otherworldly.

He pumped his hips harder into my mouth, and suddenly, he ripped my mouth away. "Enough teasing."

He pushed me onto my back and kneeled in between my legs. "I want inside you."

With practiced ease, he opened a bedside drawer and brought out a condom. He watched me as he ripped it open with his teeth and then rolled it down his cock. It was erotic as hell to watch that, and next time, if there ever was a next time, I promised myself I'd do that for him.

He surged forward and filled me in one thrust. The pleasure, the pain, all of it pulled me out of my thoughts about wrapping his cock with a condom to just feeling said cock inside of me.

He pulled out and then slammed in again, balls deep. "Fuck! You're so tight, Grian. So, fucking tight."

I placed my hands on his shoulder blades. The pleasure of having him move inside me was earth-shatteringly good. My desire was a runaway train, and I moaned as his movements became more forceful, faster. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him into me, not that he could go any further in.

"Deeper," I whimpered.

He pulled out, and I was about to complain when he hauled me onto my stomach. "On your knees, Fleur."

My hands and knees hit the mattress, and he pulled my ass high up in the air. Before I could catch my breath, he stroked into me from behind.

"Is that deep enough?" he asked as he pumped in and out. Two of his fingers were on my clit, banging against it.

"Fucking hell," I screamed as an unexpected orgasm ripped through me.

Two orgasms in one night!!!

I usually didn't even get one when I was with a man. Most of the time, I had to finish myself off.

Now I could see why Callum was so popular with the ladies. If he could do this, no wonder all the women wanted him all over their genitals.

Callum slowed his hips but continued to glide his cock in and out of my pussy, which was spasming out of my control.

"Milk my cock, yeah, just like that."

His penis seemed to get bigger inside me—and I didn't know how that was possible. He growled as his hips hitched against my ass. He screamed his orgasm, and it was the best sound in the world. Callum Gallagher letting loose with my name on his lips was something I hadn't even dared to dream of. The fact that it came true was a miracle of gigantic proportions.

I fell face down on the bed. He spun away from me and lay on his back. "You have a magic pussy, Fleur. Can't say I expected that."

I lifted my head to look at him. His eyes were closed, and he looked like a racehorse after a round around the track. He was beautiful, and my heart cracked at his words. Magic pussy? Yeah, that's what every woman liked to hear after getting her brains fucked.

"You have a magic cock, Mr. Gallagher," I countered, because like hell I'd let him demean me.

He laughed and turned to look at me. He stroked a finger down my cheek. "You're somethin' special, aren't you, Grian?"

I realized then that this was how he talked. He didn't make the magic pussy remark as a snip but as a compliment.

"What does that mean? Grian?"

He looked baffled. "What?"

"You keep calling me Grian."

"It's Gaelic; been a while since I spoke it," he said with a hint of wonder and amusement. "Grian means sunshine, Fleur."

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