I have never been so turned on. Never been so hungry. Never wanted to suck a man dry more than I do right now.
“Jesus Christ, you could end a man with that mouth, baby girl.”
“Guess I’m no savior then, am I?” I wink up at him.
“No. You’re an angel. And I’m falling.”
As I continue to suck, swirling him around in my mouth enough that drool is seeping down my chin, he presses his hips upward, forcing himself deeper.
“Can you take it, baby? Can you handle all of me?”
With that, I pick up the pace plunging down further and further with each gulp. Callum’s groin tenses and I can feel the heat rising inside of him, building up for the release. But just before it does, he grabs me by my high ponytail and yanks my head from him.
“No, no, little missy. You are not going to finish me like that.”
“Didn’t it feel good?” I ask, half breathy and half sass.
“Don’t kid yourself. You could have shot me to the moon with that fucking mouth of yours. But I want you,” he grabs me and pulls me to my feet. Then he yanks my pants down and tugs them to the floor. I step out of my shoes and kick them aside.
“I want to be deep,”
He pulls my panties off as well,
“Deep…”
Lifts my shirt over my head,
“Inside your wet,”
He picks me up by my thighs and walks over to the soundproof padded wall,
“Tight,”
He thrusts himself into my slit,
“Pussy.”
“Fuck,” I let out, my head falling back against the wall.
“Fuck is right, baby. I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your life for teasing me like that. Now hang on.”
The funny thing about the sun and the moon is that while they are opposites, they are in sync. Moving with each other so that the earth is always drenched in one light or another. Heat or ice. And that’s exactly what I feel right now as Callum dips in and out of me. His hands are on my hips, pulling them upward so that I become fuller and fuller with each thrust.
In. Out. Hot. Cold. Over and over until I can feel the anticipation building in my thighs, deep inside beneath my clit, warmer and warmer until it burns and I’ve never needed anything more.
“Oh Callum,” I whimper.
“Yes, baby girl?” he grunts.
“I need…” I trail off, arching my back, biting my lip between my teeth hard enough to taste copper.
“Yes? Tell me what you need.”
“I need you to make me come.”
“How bad do you want it?” he asks.
“Bad. So bad.” I gasp as he drives himself deeper inside of me.
