Page 68 of Fall Wherever They May

Expert fingers bury into my pussy, scissoring and stretching me to fit his girth as he takes a nipple into his mouth. Then his fingers make a come-hither motion that causes my back to arch. I lose my fucking mind as he bites down on my other nipple. An orgasm hits me like a tsunami. Ohmygod!

He removes his fingers and places them to my lips. “Open,” he commands. “I want you to see how good you taste.”

My eyes widen. Umm . . . I’ve never done that before.

One eyebrow raises, daring me to go against his command. Wanting his praise, I hold his wrist, open my mouth, then close my mouth around his fingers.

“Suck.”

Like a needy little whore, I do exactly as I’m told—sucking those skilled fingers into my mouth, twirling my tonguearound his fingers, and waiting for those words I long to hear leave his lips.

The man doesn’t disappoint, “Good fucking girl,” he growls before kissing me.

He releases my lips, and a serious expression crosses his face as he looks me in the eyes. “I don’t want anything between us, but if you’re uncomfortable with that, I’ll respect your wishes.”

I shake my head. “I’m on birth control, and I’ve seen your health report.”

“Good, because I want to fill this pussy with my cum and watch it drip down these sexy ass legs.”

Oh dear god. He’s going to be the death of me.

Picking up the bottle of lube, he squirts a generous amount into his hand, then rubs it over his length and my pussy—even though I’m already wet. He gives his cock a few pumps, then he lines himself up with me. As the head of his dick breaches my entrance, I tense up, anticipating the pain. My lids are squeezed tight in anticipation.

“Angel, look at me.” I pop open my eyes and meet his sincere gaze. “If you want me to stop, just say the word. Okay?”

I nod.

He’s much bigger than any of my toys. Inch by inch, he carefully pushes in, stopping a little at a time either to tease the hell out of me or to give me time to adjust.

“That’s right.” He strokes my hair. “Such a good girl for me.” He pulls back before slowly gliding in again, forcing himself a little deeper, “God, you feel like heaven.”

Stilling his body, he kisses me until I’ve adjusted to him. The defined muscles of his biceps and deltoids are on display as he braces his weight on one arm. He’s trembling, and it’s not from holding his weight; from the look in his eyes, I can tell it’s from the effect I have on him. Then, as if he knows what Ineed, he slowly glides out before sliding back in—repeating his movements. I meet his thrusts with my hips, taking him deeper. My God, he feels incredible, but when he does this tilt thing with his hips and hits a spot deep within me—holy fuck, I don’t think I’m going to last long. I’ve never felt so full. My fingers dig into his back.

Slowly he makes love to me. My head tilts back and my spine arches. His lips trace along my collarbone and my neck. “I feel like I’ve waited a lifetime for you, Aspen Taylor. It’s the juxtaposition, right Angel? God, I love you so damn much.”

A tear falls to my cheek from the overwhelming emotion this astonishing man stirs within me. Then, my vision darkens, my body tingles, and my pussy begins to contract around his cock as another orgasm hits me.

“Goddamn, your pussy is gripping me like a vice, Angel. I’m about to cum. He growls, then he shifts his body, throwing a leg over his shoulder, driving deeper into me. Over and over and over in rapid succession, he fucks me harder until finding his release. “Fuck, Aspen,” he breathes.

Cal peers down at me and steadies himself with one arm, mindful not to crush me, and sweeps stray hairs away from my face. I lift my head to kiss him, “I love you, Callan Miles,” I whisper against his lips.

Emotions swirl in the midst of those hazel eyes before he buries his head in my neck.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Cal

As the sun begins to set and my bedroom grows darker, one side of Aspen’s body is shadowed, creating a silhouette. Bracing my weight on my right arm, I allow my eyes to peruse Aspen’s face. God, she’s fucking stunning. I remove stray hairs clinging to her forehead and cheek, committing this moment to memory. An ache resides deep within my soul as my eyes map every contour of her beautiful face. I’ve never felt this way in my entire life. I just want to give her everything.

Is this normal? It’s as if I can’t get close enough to her. Maybe that’s why it’s called making love, because the only way to get closer is to bury yourself deep inside that person—to connect with them in the most intimate way.

Call me a simp. Hell, call me whatever you want; I don’t give a shit. This woman lying underneath me is my endgame. Right now, in this very moment, I realize hockey doesn’t mean shit. There’s absolutely no competition. If someone came to me and asked me to choose between the Stanley Cup and Aspen Taylor, hands down I would choose her. Every. Single. Time. And I wouldn’t bat an eye; I would have no regrets.

My priorities have quickly shifted in a short period of time. Above everything, her and Tuck’s happiness is all that matters to me. How can they be happy with me if I’m not around to create memories with them? The last thing I’m going to do is let my second chance at love and a family slip through my fingers. I’m away almost as much as I’m here, and I feel certain that isn’t the life I want anymore.

She lifts her head, and with a kiss, a whispered mumble graces my lips. “I love you, Callan Miles.”

The affirmation nearly takes my breath away. Something about hearing those words accompanied with my full name grips my heart and tugs. I don’t understand the reason, and I don’t have to.That’s it. I’m done for.

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