Page 88 of My Best Years

My soul leaves my body when he pushes two long fingers inside of me.

“Oh my God,” I shudder, overwhelmed by the sweet intrusion.“Callum.”

He lets out a guttural groan as his fingers effortlessly slide in and out of me, glistening with my arousal. Even though he’s only fucking me with his hand, I feel him deep inside. A wildfire roars in my womb, burning with a ferocity I haven't felt in years.

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” he grits out as he watches his fingers sink into me.

My inner walls clench around him as he pulls out to the tips of his fingers before pushing in again. The wet sounds of him thrusting inside me fill the space between us, blending with my uncontrollable whimpers and moans. My mouth gapes as I watch him fuck me with his hand, undoubtedly the hottest sexual experience of my life.

My chest stills as he abruptly removes his fingers from my pussy. He stares down at me like he’s curious or contemplating.

No.

Please no.

No, no, no.

I don’t need him second-guessing this right now. Not when I’m seconds away from paradise. I might go into cardiac arrest if he were to stop now.

“No,” I shake my head in protest. “Please, don’t stop. I…I need this.”

I don’t fucking care how desperate I sound. I am indire needof an orgasm at the hands of Callum Pierce.

A wicked grin curves his perfect lips as he slowly brings his fingers to his lips. A vampire coming for blood.

My cheeks fill with heat when he pushes his digits into his mouth and sucks, taking his time licking my juices from his skin.

The action is filthy and primal but so incredibly intimate.He’s cleaning his fingers like I’m his guilty pleasure. His divine, forbidden desert.

“I’m not stopping, Birdie.”

His voice is lethal as he brings his hand back to my pussy. I hold his feral gaze as he pushes two fingers back inside, burying them to the hilt.

“I just needed a taste,” he adds, hitting my G-spot with perfect precision. “And God, it was so fucking sweet. Better than I remembered.”

My insides quiver around his fingers at his sultry words, and I know that I won’t last much longer. I look down at his erection straining against his jeans. A patch of dark, curly hair just barely peeks out from where his pants have slid down his waist.

And just like he wanted a taste, I’m dying to follow where that trail leads.

Without overthinking it, I reach out, popping open the button of his jeans. I gaze up at him through hooded eyes as I slowly drag his zipper down.

My mouth waters as his bulge comes into view, barely contained by the fabric of his boxers. The head of his cock is flushed nearly purple with need as it slips past the elastic hem. A drop of pre-cum pushes out, dripping from his slit before disappearing down his shaft.

It’s single-handedly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I reach out and run my finger across his tip, gathering up his arousal. He watches me like a hawk as I bring my finger to my lips and suck, savoring his salty taste. His fingers never stop pumping inside of me as he holds my gaze. His mouth hangs open as he lets out a muffled groan.

“Holy fuck,” he pants, brows etched together.

“Birdie Wren,” he stammers, at a complete loss for words as a drop of sweat trickles down his forehead. “I need…you to touch me. Take me out and fuck me with your hand. I just…I need…”

His words are quick and rushed, as if he would be embarrassed to come without me touching him. Even though it would be hot as hell to watch him lose control at the mere sight of fingering me, I decide to put him out of his misery.

I bite down on my bottom lip as I push his boxers down beneath his balls and wrap my fingers around his heavy cock. His velvety skin is hot to the touch—so soft, yet hard as steel and thrumming with need.

“Fuckkk,”Callum curses. “God, yes.”

He throws his head back and groans as I begin to stroke him, elongating the muscles in his tan neck.

He looks so unbelievably beautiful. Otherworldly. Like a god granting his most devious follower absolution.

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