Page 52 of Love At First Roar
Her thighs parted beneath his hand.
He cupped her pussy, slow and testing, and she gasped—hips jerking up at the contact. His fingers slid between her folds, circling her clit, teasing the slick heat already there.
“You’re so wet for me, baby,” he rasped, voice thick with restraint. “So fucking soft.”
She moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Don’t stop.”
“I won’t. I need to taste you.”
He lowered himself between her thighs, lips brushing her skin as he went, until his mouth was on her pussy. The first drag of his tongue made her cry out, thighs tightening around his head. He groaned into her, his stubble scraping lightly against her inner thighs as his tongue licked deep and slow.
“Oh god, Callum…”
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.
He licked and sucked and worshipped, every stroke building her toward the edge. Her magic pulsed around them—golden light flickering in the air like fireflies as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter inside her.
When she came, it was loud, helpless, fierce.
Her hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. Her back arched. Her body trembled. And he didn’t stop—his tongue coaxingevery last ripple of pleasure from her until she was panting and slick with sweat.
He kissed her inner thigh, then crawled up her body, mouth slick and eyes blazing.
She reached for him. Wrapped her legs around his hips. “Please,” she whispered, voice shredded. “I want you. I want your cock inside me.”
His forehead pressed to hers, his voice broken. “I don’t think I can let you go after this.”
“Then don’t.”
He lined himself up, the thick, hard length of his cock nudging against her slick entrance. Cora's breath hitched, eyes fluttering closed as the swollen head slid along her folds, teasing her, testing her.
“Callum,” she whispered, voice shaking.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured. “Gonna go slow.”
He pressed forward, inch by devastating inch, splitting her open with aching care. Her pussy stretched to take him, the burn delicious and deep, pleasure rippling through her as her body welcomed him in. He was thick. Hard. Her cunt clenched instinctively around him, drawing him in deeper until he bottomed out with a groan torn from the base of his throat.
Her mouth fell open, back arching off the bed as she gasped, the fullness overwhelming and perfect. He filled every inch of her, grounding her to the moment, to him.
“Fuck,” he bit out, voice raw. He stilled, buried to the hilt inside her. “You feel like heaven. Hot. Tight. Like your pussy was made to hold me.”
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails biting into the muscles of his back. “Move,” she begged, breathless. “Please, Callum. I need it. I need you.”
He pulled back slowly, the slide of his cock dragging along her inner walls, then pushed in again—deep and slow. Again.And again. Each thrust was deliberate, carving her name into his bones.
“You feel so good,” she whimpered, head rolling against the pillows. “So fucking good.”
He growled low in his chest, sweat beginning to bead along his brow as he fought to keep the pace slow. “You’re gripping me so tight, baby. Can feel every flutter of your pussy.”
His cock slid in and out, glistening with her arousal. The sound of wet heat and the slap of skin filled the cabin. Her thighs wrapped higher around his waist, ankles locking behind him, urging him deeper.
Her magic responded, golden light sparking around them like fireflies, flickering in time with each deep stroke of his cock. He fucked her like a man starved, like he’d waited lifetimes for her—because maybe he had.
Her hands roamed—over his shoulders, into his hair, down the strong lines of his back. Her hips rolled to meet every thrust, each grind of his pelvis pressing against her clit and dragging moans from her throat.
“Say it again,” he growled, lips brushing her jaw, his cock pounding deep.
“You feel good,” she gasped. “Perfect. Like you were made for me.”
