Page 82 of Breakaway Hearts

“Lift your hips for me,” I tell her.

She does, watching me curiously as I slide the pillow beneath her. “What’s that for?”

“You’ll see.”

I place it where I want it and then shift my position a bit, sitting back on my heels and hooking my arms beneath her knees. I slide my cock in and out of her, unable to drag my gaze away from the sight of her stretching around me. It’s hot and so fucking filthy, the kind of thing I would never have allowed myself to imagine once upon a time.

Now? There’s no fucking way I’ll ever get this image out of my head.

“How does that feel?” I ask, adjusting the angle of my thrusts a bit.

Callie’s face scrunches up in concentration as if she’s trying to gauge the answer. “Good. It feels—oh!”

Her eyes snap wide open, a gasp falling from her lips in a way that tells me I’ve found her g-spot. I keep sliding in and out of her, focusing on her reactions and cataloguing each one of them to keep myself from coming too soon.

“Look at you, baby,” I mutter, tightening my hold on her legs. “So fucking good. You’re gonna come for me just like this. Do you think you can?”

“I…” She trails off, shaking her head like she can’t quite keep track of her thoughts. “Yeah, I think so. Keep going. Don’t stop.”

“Don’t you fucking worry about that.” I laugh, the sound rough. “You feel so damn good. I never want to stop.”

I keep teasing her g-spot, watching as color builds in her cheeks, her green eyes turning glassy with arousal. It’s a slow, steady build, and I feel like I’m fucking torturing myself, but it’s worth it to see the way her limbs start to shake, her breath coming in sharp gasps. She starts to twist and writhe a little beneath me, and I tighten my grip on her, holding her right where I need her as I pick up the pace.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I bite out.

“Yeah.” She nods, her gaze locked on my face. “Please, Reese. Please.”

Fuck, when she puts it like that…

I roll my hips over and over, hitting the spot where I know she needs friction, watching and waiting for the telltale signs that I’m already starting to recognize.

When she comes this time, she cries out, her arms flailing a little before she grabs handfuls of my comforter. “Oh fuck! Oh my god!”

Her pussy clamps down around me, and I hiss out a breath. It’s too much. My climax isright fucking there. The base of my spine tingles, and I pull out, letting go of her legs as I wrap one hand around my shaft and squeeze tightly. My other hand finds her clit, massaging it in harsh circles as I draw out her orgasm, making her moan and whimper. Precum drips from my tip, my cock so hard it’s almost painful.

The second the last tremors of her climax pass through her, I growl out, “Turn over. Hands and knees.”

She does it without question, and even though I can barely think straight, I’m struck by how much she trusts me. She doesn’t hesitate for a second, and I groan at the sight of her perfect round ass, her gorgeous pussy peeking through between her legs.

I could easily spend an hour worshipping her in this position, but my patience has been stretched to its breaking point. I knead her ass roughly, lining my cock up with her swollen, dripping entrance, and then bury myself to the hilt. She lurches forward a little, her back arching as she goes down onto her elbows, and I grip her hips, pounding into her hard and fast.

“Fuck, Callie,” I grunt. “Fuck.Fuck.”

It’s all over. My balls draw up, the first pulse of cum jetting from my cock, and I curl my upper body over hers, sliding a hand between her legs to find her clit again. I work it as I keep coming, groaning out words that barely make any sense.

“Reese! Oh!”

She falls apart for a third time as I circle her clit, her red hair tumbling around her face as she drops her head. Her walls squeeze around me, pulling every last drop of cum from my body, and then her muscles go slack. She collapses forward onto the bed, sliding off my cock.

A gush of cum spills from her pussy as she sprawls out on the comforter, and I have the strongest urge to reach out, scoop it up with my fingers, and press it back inside her.

I blink, not quite sure where that thought came from.

Shaking it off, I lean down to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Be right back.”

She makes a vague noise of acknowledgement, and I chuckle as I slide off the bed and pad to the bathroom. I grab a washcloth and wet it with warm water, then wring it out a little and bring it back to my bedroom.

Callie is exactly where I left her, as if she’s too tired to move a muscle, but she lifts her head as I slide the washcloth between her thighs. She rolls over onto her back, spreading her legs a little to give me better access as I clean her up. There’s a funny look on her face as she watches me, and as I swipe away some of the cum leaking from her pussy, she chuckles.

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