Page 109 of My Best Years

He lets out a deep groan that vibrates against my pussy when I pull at the strands of his hair, rocking my hips against his hungry lips.

“Such a needy fucking girl,” he growls before tugging my clit between his teeth. “Needy for the thing that onlyIcan give you.”

And he’s right. No man has ever made me come like Callum. Hell, it’s a miracle if I come by the hands of anyone but myself.

Callum would worship my body until the end of time, not stopping until I let go for him.

When he sucks both of my pussy lips into his mouth, putting an immense amount of pressure on my clit, I detonate.

“C-Cal!”I scream, my body quivering as the veins in my neck strain.

“Mmmm,” he hums against me. “So fucking good. I’m going to lick this pussy clean.”

My breath gets stuck in my throat as my body jerks and shakes. My eyes roll back as my orgasm powers through me.

My insides spasm and contract as Callum kisses my most sensitive areas until I’m wrung dry. He laps at my spent core, slowly licking up every last drop I have to offer him.

I take him by surprise when I yank on his curls, using all my strength to pull him up to a standing position. He doesn't have time to question me before I slam my mouth to his in a hungry kiss. I push my tongue past his lips and reach down to stroke his stiff cock. It’s practically throbbing in my hand, matching the rhythm of our dueling tongues.

An exacerbated breath blows from Callum’s chest as I quickly spin us around and push his back against the shower wall.

He’s at the mercy of me now.

“Fuck, baby,”he pants as I kiss my way down his torso and lower to my knees before him.

His cock stands tall between us, bobbing directly in front of my face. The vein that runs up the center pulses with need, leading to his glistening tip. The stretched skin flushes to a purplish-red, begging for my lips to put him out of his misery.

I’ve never wanted something in my mouth more than I want his cock at this very moment. I want the salty taste of him on my tongue. I want to feel him deep inside the hollow of my throat.

I want all of the things I’ve never wanted with another man.

I used to hate giving head. But with Callum, it feels like a fucking reward.

“Birdie Wren…” Callum grits out when my tongue swipes up his length before licking the bead of pre-cum at his tip. His cock twitches when I place a wet, sloppy kiss to the head.

“Fuck me, Birdie,” he begs. “Fuck me with that pretty mouth of yours.Fuuuuuu–”

He trails off, fisting his hands in my hair as I wrap my lips around his cock and suck him down to the back of my throat. I smirk around his girth, gazing up at him with doe eyes before pulling out to the tip. I never break our stare as I torment him by slowly lowering my lips back down his straining erection.

His brows knit together with pleasure as he drops his hands to my neck. His thumbs sensually massage my pulse points before he sinks his hands into the hair at the nape of my neck.

He touches me with so much care. Like I’m sacred to him.

“Mmmm,” I moan around his dick, using one of my hands to cup his balls.

God, I love the taste of this man.

I roll his heavy sack between my fingers while bobbing up and down on his cock. I can tell he’s starting to lose control when his fingers pull at my scalp, rocking his hips against me. His breathing grows ragged as he begins to fuck my face.

His eagerness only spurs me on further. Tears spring from the corners of my eyes as I open my throat and take him impossibly deeper. I tug on his balls, loving the soft feel of them, as he thrusts into my mouth at a frantic speed.

A string of dirty words and phrases stream past his lips. I don’t even think he knows what he’s saying because his words are breathless and mumbled. He can barely form a coherent sentence. All because of me.

I’mdoing this to him. And that thought alone is enough to make me come again.

“You’re so fucking sexy, baby.”

“Suck me, Birdie. You can take more.”

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