Page 83 of Wicked Duty
“Callum…” I groan his name as he releases a deep, guttural moan and drags his length all the way back out just to pump inside again.
“Fuck,you’re tight.”
All our careful control shatters, our long denied desire detonating between us. To see Callum’s heavily armored walls crumble, to watch pleasure and yearning and emotion explode across his features, is mesmerizing.
I can’t look away as he works his cock in and out of my body with a captivated expression.
I aspire to provoke that expression on his face every day.
He releases all his meticulous restraint and pounds into me, hard and staccato. I moan out a stream of fiery nothings, nonsense falling from my lips as he pleasures me one strong thrust at a time.
“Okay?” He nuzzles his nose against my neck, his breath hot on my skin.
I whine while my nails dig crescent marks into his flesh. “F-fine. Callum…please…more.”
He growls and yanks his cock out of my body. “Turn over.”
Breathless and buzzing, I flip over on my stomach, resting my hands on either side of my face.
Callum wastes no time topping me, pinning his strong legs over the back of my thighs.
“You’re so sexy.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before his hands find my waist. He guides me into tilting my hips back and angling my ass toward the tip of his hungry cock. When he sinks into me, we moan in unison.
I bury my face in the bedsheets as he slams his hips against my ass, plunging his cock through my depths with enough force to make me scream. The thick mattress thankfully muffles my euphoric shouts.
What should be degrading—humiliating—islifegiving. I want to live here, to float on this blissed-out sea for the rest of my days. To lie in bed with him every night, feeling like this, knowing the next day will bring the same thing over and over and over.
After finding a steady rhythm, Callum releases my waist, his hands slapping down on top of mine.
“Lucy, you feel so good.” He growls, strings of Gaelic drifting from his hot mouth to my ear as he curls his fingers between mine and continues his heavenly assault on my senses. “I’m going to come.”
Shuddering pleasure winds through my body. My fingers spasm beneath his. “Come for me. Please.”
“Where do you want it?” He untangles one of his hands from mine so he can cuff his thick fingers around the back of my neck. “Tell me, sweetheart.”
He’s destroying me in the best way. I don’t know how I’ll ever recover from sex this amazing.
“Inside me.” My voice is a high, strangled cry as he nails me to the mattress.
Callum withdraws, leaving me gasping and breathless and my muscles twitching. “You want it balls deep?”
I nod against the sheets, feverish and hazy.
With gentle yet unyielding hands, Callum flips my body over once again so I’m staring up into his fiery green eyes. He’s regarding me like a lion regards an antelope. The intensity has me dropping my gaze.
“Tell me you want it,” he orders, voice deep and demanding. “I need to hear you, Lucy.”
My eyes snap back to his. We’re both this close to coming, and he chooses now to check in? As much as I love it, could he have worse timing?
“I…”
“Yes?” He hooks his arms beneath my knees and hauls them up until my legs and my ass are in the air.
I can safely say this is the most compromising position I’ve ever been in with a man, and if Callum didn’t arouse me so much, I’d likely be halfway through a panic attack.
The words rush out. “I want you to come inside me.”
Callum slips off the bed and pulls my ass to the edge of the mattress, teasing my folds with his slick cock, my lower half balanced against his thighs.
