Page 32 of Pinky Promises

Chapter 13

Callum

Herlipspartina sigh as mine come in contact with the skin along her neck. The soft puffs of air increase with each kiss. I graze my teeth along her skin, and she hums in approval.

I place my hand over her heart as I continue traveling downward. There isn’t a piece of skin that goes untouched, and by the time I reach her collarbone, her heart is ready to beat out of her chest. It beats in sync with mine—two hearts beating as one.

“Callum,” she whimpers, her voice telling me she is just as needy as I am. Nothing else matters now, and I know that I will never be the same no matter what. I can’t decide whether to take my time now, savoring this, or give in to the need to take her right this second.

Brynn squirms in my hold, brushing her hips in the air. One orgasm just wasn’t enough for her; she wants more—my greedy girl.The way her body reacts to my touch tells me she not only wants more, but she also needs it. “Oh fuck,” I moan as I thrust my pelvis against hers and the tip of my cock teases her entrance. I could come from this sensation alone.

If she is only willing to give me tonight, I can go slow the next time. Right now, I need to be buried deep inside her.

Reality sets in, and I pull back. “Shit, I didn’t plan on this, so I don’t have a condom.”Talk about a fucked-up situation.I was so caught up in the moment that it didn’t even click that I didn’t have any protection.

Brynn leans up on her elbows and pulls her bottom lip between her teeth. Her tongue then follows that same path. “It’s okay. I have an IUD.”

“Are you sure?”

Brynn hesitates for a moment but then nods.

“I’ve never been with anyone bare before.”

“Me neither. But I want to feel you.” She pauses. “Completely. Let me feel you, Callum.”

There are no words at the immensity of this situation. Not only are we finally crossing this line after years of walking that tightrope, but to also be able to feel her—all of her—for the first time. The amount of trust that she places in me sets my heart ablaze.

She pushes up, her tits on display, her nipples begging me to play with them, but all thoughts leave my brain when she catches me off guard as her hand wraps around my shaft. “I need you,now.”

I suck in a breath when her fist begins to move up and down. I don’t want to come in her hand, and if she keeps that up, it will be exactly what happens.

I press her down to the bed so that she is now flat on her back. Hovering above her, I nestle myself between her spread legs.

I grip my shaft and line it up to her wet folds. “Brynn,” I whisper against her lips as I slowly inch inside her. Slipping inside her feels like a brand-new experience yet also like coming home.

“I know.” Those two words. Fuck, is this really happening? This is real life, not one of the many fantasies that have played out in my head for years. Those versions of Brynn have nothing on her right now.

Her eyelids flutter close once I am fully seated inside her.

Her hand grips the back of my neck and seals her lips to mine. She grips my lower lip between her teeth before licking away the sting, and I exert a groan, beginning to thrust in and out of her. The feel of her wet heat directly against me, her wetness coating my cock—I lose myself in her. I forget about all the reasons why we shouldn’t be doing this and focus on the pleasure—the reason why weshouldbe doing this.

The vibrations of her moans travel down my spine. I place my fingers over the delicate skin of her neck and apply the slightest amount of pressure. Her pussy spasms around my cock. “Oh, you like that, baby.” My voice is raspy with lust. The nickname slips easily from my lips.

She gasps, not seeking air but telling me how much she enjoys it. The look in her eyes tells me she is as surprised as I am, so I apply a little more pressure, careful not to cut off her circulation. My lips trail down her supple skin, leaving tiny bite marks in my wake. If tonight is all we have, I'm going to make sure that she remembers she belonged to me and that I played her body like an instrument long after we finished.

It’s never been like this with another girl before, but Brynn is different —she always has been. Having her sexually should be no different. She lights something inside me that is begging to be released, needs and urges I’ve never even thought of coming to the surface.

“Mine,” I all but growl against her skin.

“Yours,” she breathes as if those words are meant to be on her tongue.

I grip the outside of her thigh and push it toward her so that I can plunge deeper. Her eyelids fall, and I know I’ve hit the sweet spot.

I can feel my release nearing, and I need her to get off first before letting myself go. I balance on one elbow, continuing my thrusts, and bring the other hand to her clit. With each circular motion, I apply more and more pressure. Her hips jerk against my touch.

“It’s too much, Cal. I can’t.” That’s where she’s wrong—it’ll never be enough.

“You can, and you will,” I increase the speed of my movements, and her pussy clamps down on my dick. Her back arches, and her body starts to tremble. “That’s it, baby, come for me.”

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