His meal.
Each stroke echoed in my body, begging for more, needing more of it.
“This pussy is only to wet for me. It can’t come unless it’s because of me. You can’t fuck until it’s my cock fucking you,” he hissed, furiously driving into my bruised cervix as I panted for more.
“I’m counting down the days until I can come inside you.” Callum tugged on my hair, making me grunt in pleasure. “Do you imagine how it would feel, Stella?” I made a whimpering sound when he slapped my clit, sending delicious voltage across my strung-up body. “You will feel it expand inside you. The hot ropes of my come will be violent as I unleash them into you. It will be an experience I don’t want you to forget.”
Like that would ever happen. Callum was weaving my body into exultation. I was a panting, heaving, quivering mess, but it seemed he wasn’t keen on finishing me just yet.
I begged when he playfully bit into my tongue. “I want you to remember how it would feel when I give myself to you, so each time I take your sweet pussy, you anticipate the finale.”
Anticipate it, I shall. “Yes, I need to feel you… fill me up,” I muttered, incoherent.
“Fucking hell, Stella,” he said in a pained voice. Unleashed. “Sorry, but I have to come inside you,” he gritted out. “Now!”
What?
“No,” I gasped just as he pulled out. I hadn’t seen it coming.
I let out a pained sob when his shaft penetrated my other opening, inserting half of his dick in me as he immediately released his load, pumping in precise strokes as he spurt his seed inside me.
“I’m sorry. My need to possess you overrode common sense.” He kissed the side of my neck. “I’m sorry,” Callum whispered as he shook while sagging on my back, spent from his intense orgasm. I could feel his dick expand while it made soft, small strokes.
This… with him… like this… felt perfect. I didn’t want to leave this dark place and face the rest of the world. Here, in the blanket of darkness, he was mine alone.
When he whispered sorry before kissing the back of my neck, I moaned against him. “It was painful in the beginning, but when you started coming, it wasn’t so bad.” I cocked my head to the side, resting it against his check, seeking for his lips. “Don’t ever be sorry for wanting me,” I said in between kisses. “I’m yours, after all.”
As our kiss deepened in an act of completion, I had never felt more in love with him. Never had I felt such an all-consuming connection with another man.
My feelings for Callum were complicated, but there was no speck of doubt that I was in love with him. My heart ached for him. My very soul yearned for him.
“Callum,” I moaned, voice loaded with emotions. Feelings so anew, yet I couldn’t say them out loud in fear of chasing him away. So for now, this was to suffice.
There was no going back.
I wanted this man. All. Of. Him.