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Surprising the hell out of me, she answered, “Hard and fast.You can romance me later.”
Glad that she felt just as desperate as I did, I pushed back inside her a little more forcefully this time, and when she let out a deep moan, reinforcing the green light to go hard, I pulled my thumb back from her clit, grabbed both of her thighs, then began railing into her, giving the woman every inch of my cock with each thrust.
Soon enough, I had a steady rhythm going, and Calista was lying before me, taking every stroke like she was in love with my cock, and despite the latex between us, she still felt fucking phenomenal.Calista was tight, wet, and hot wrapped around my stiffness, and it was a good thing that she had blown me earlier, or else I wouldn’t have lasted two minutes inside her.
“God, that feel so good...”she panted.“So good...”
“We can do this all fucking day, baby,” I promised her.“You can be my church every fucking Sunday.”
“Myer...oh, God...”she cried out as she came for me again, and luckily, I was able to pull one more from her before I finally couldn’t take it anymore.
Chapter 21
Calista~
Myer was passed out on his bed, and while it was probably bad form to sneak out of his house while he was none the wiser, I needed to get home to take a shower.We’d done it two more times, and while my body was going to rebel in the morning, I was hoping that a hot shower would help with that.Plus, I was sticky in places that I shouldn’t be sticky in, Myer completely comfortable cumming on a woman’s skin.
We had also managed to finally exchange phone numbers during bouts, and if I was reading all the signs correctly, Myer Justus was officially my boyfriend, and I couldn’t wait to call Abrielle and tell her.If they decided not to elope after all, then I’d have a plus-one, no longer the lonely loser at these things.
I was also starving.It was past five in the evening, and I’d forgotten all about lunch in favor of all the things that Myer had done to me, which wasn’t a complaint by the way.I’d pass up a meal in favor of his penis any day.
When I finally reached my front door, I was immediately stopped by the...the arrangement on my doorstep.In white chalk was a drawing of a very aggressive pentagram, and there was a picture of a voodoo doll in the center, and the voodoo doll looked like yours truly, only the blonde strands of hair were a little darker than my own.However, there was no doubt that the doll was of my liking.
There was also salt sprinkled around the circle, and I was going to have to look that up to see what it meant.Now, did I think that Louise was gifted enough to pull off these curses?Not really, though I couldn’t be absolutely certain.Nonetheless, I didn’t appreciate her bringing her negative energy to my doorstep, so it looked like it was time to finally report her.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I snapped a few pictures of the hex, and then I got a close up of the voodoo doll picture.If nothing else, the police would be able to see that someone wished me ill harm should things escalate at a later time.
After taking more than enough pictures of Louise’s nonsense, I unlocked my door, went inside, then grabbed a bucket to fill with soap and water to get rid of the art adorning my doorstep.In the process, I pulled out my phone to call my sister because who else would I call?
As soon as she answered, she said, “Mitchell has already called the county courthouse to ask them about marriage appointments.”
“His Aunt Judy again?”
“No,” she sighed.“When I showed him the invitation style that I finally settled on, his mother had been visiting, and she’d made it clear that the invitations weren’t to her liking.”
“Christ, why do weddings bring out the worst in everyone,” I muttered.“It never ceases to amaze me how people think that they have a right to force their opinions on the couple.In fact, weddings are stupid.”
