Page 26 of Fight

In a split second, he clutches my ass, flips me around, and drops me onto the gurney. He reclines it until it’s almost flat.

“Do you like restraints?” he pants.

I glimpse down at the heavy-duty velcro straps. “I-I’ve never—I don’t know?”

“Want to find out?”

I’m not a virgin by any means, but this is nothing like the sex I’ve had before. Relying on sheer untamed salacity, I respond. “Definitely.”

My cheeks heat, and I scoot back toward the center. He drops one knee on the gurney, my legs fall off the sides, and he rips the velcro apart. “What do you want your safeword to be?”

“My safeword?”I read about this. There’s a stoplight thing.“Red?”

“Red it is.” He places my wrists in the strap and secures them.

“Ready?”

I nod. He lifts my legs and rests my calves against his shoulders before plunging into me.Heaven on earth.

I moan and he smiles. “You like it?”

I love it.

It’s surrender. He could do anything to me, and there’s nothing I could do but take it. My breasts angle toward him when I arch my back. “Mm-hm,” I murmur.

“Okay…” he says, “I want one more from you.”

Another orgasm.Is he serious?I’m a runner, but he’s a hotshot. It’s no contest who has the stronger stamina here. He’s doing all the work, yet I’m the one out of breath. My chest heaves. The air feels so damn thin.

“You okay?”

“Sorry... It’s like I’ve forgotten how to breathe.”

“Shit, me too.” He laughs and I join him. “Damn, I like it when you laugh while I’m fucking you.” It makes me giggleharder. He groans. My laughter fades when he stares into my eyes. “Just like that.”

The way this man works should be criminal. He alternates between teasingly slow, long strokes, and quick, hungry ones. Each is timed perfectly. Every push and pull notches up the tension. It’s too much and never enough. I can’t believe this is my life right now.

I blink up at him and hold his gaze while listening to the steady rhythm of sex as he drives inside me. This is not sex, this is something else entirely. It’s far more intense and erotic. My heart drums behind my ribcage like it will beat right out of my chest.

Balling my hands into fists, I utilize every last shred of strength and flexibility I possess to meet each thrust. It’s a useless exercise. Callahan doesn’t compromise, he simply takes and never lets up. My inhales quickly become labored and short.I’m so close to coming again.

He narrows his eyes, and I shake my head adamantly. Before he has a chance to check on me, I answer.

“I’m fine. Don’t stop.” I’m gulping for breath.How is he still going?

“Time out.” He slows but doesn’t cease.

He pulls one of the O2 masks from the wall and places it over my face. “Slow breaths.” He grins at me. “Nice and slow… Just feel.”

Part of me wants to laugh at the absurdity, but the other half is so turned on by him forcing me to inhale oxygen while dragging himself in and out. I can do nothing but listen to his instruction. My body vibrates with pleasure.Is this what it feels like to get high?I’m floating.

“Good god… this pussy was made for me. Where did you come from?”

“Arkansas,” I rasp.

He leans forward and barks out a laugh, then removes themask from me and places it on his face, taking a hit of O2 before dropping it aside.

“Now why don’t you show me what a good girl you are and make that pretty cunt of yours milk my cock.”

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