I met his eyes and bit my bottom lip.
“I need you to be sure about this. I won’t continue unless you tell me it’s okay to.”
I nodded slowly, my mouth feeling a bit too dry. “I’m sure.”
“Yeah?”
Nodding again, I whispered, “Yes. I want this.”
“Okay.” He leaned in to press a kiss to my forehead. “Then, breathe for me. Relax. I’ve got you.”
I took a shaky breath, forcing the tension to ease from my muscles.
“You okay?” he asked, shifting slightly to adjust himself between my legs.
“Yes, I’m okay. It just…stings a little,” I admitted.
“I won’t hurt you. I’m going to take it slow, I promise.”
I watched him closely. “Okay. I trust you.”
“Good.” He placed another kiss on my lips, then locked eyes with me again before his hips rocked forward in one swift move.
I cried out as a sharp pain rushed through my body, and it faded into a dull ache that was quickly being replaced by a deep, throbbing pleasure. I arched my back in response, letting everything settle as his hips were pressed flush against mine. He was fully buried inside of me, and I could feel every thick inch of him pulsing against my inner walls.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his head dropping to my shoulder. “You’re so fucking tight. So perfect. You feel like you were made for my cock.”
He started to move then, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in, slow and deep. Every stroke sent a jolt of pleasure through me, a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. My hands slid from his shoulders to his back, my nails scraping against his skin as I held on.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice thick with lust as he picked up the pace slightly. “You like my cock stretching this little pussy?”
“God, yes,” I moaned. “Don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to stop,” he promised, his thrusts becoming a little harder and faster. “I’m going to fuck you untilyou can’t remember your own name. Until the only thing you can feel is me inside you.”
He shifted his angle slightly, and with his next thrust, he hit a spot deep inside me that made me see stars. I cried out, my back arching off the bed as a wave of pleasure crashed over me.
“There it is,” he grunted, his voice full of arrogance. He knew exactly what he was doing, and how he could bring a woman to her knees. “Right there. I’m going to make you come on my cock, Lana. I want to feel this tight little pussy come all over me.”
He started to pound into me then, his movements no longer gentle. He was fucking me hard, his hips slapping against mine. The pleasure was building faster than I thought it would, twisting in my stomach, almost making me sick.
“Callan,” I gasped as my body trembled. “I think I’m…”
“Come for me, baby,” he commanded, his voice rough. “Come all over my cock. Let me feel it, sweet girl.”
His words were my undoing. The tension inside of me exploded, and my orgasm ripped through me. It was more powerful than the first one. I screamed his name, my body shuddering uncontrollably as waves of pleasure washed over me. I could feel my pussy clenching around his cock, milking him, and with a loud groan, he buried himself deep inside me one last time. I felt a hot flood as he came, his body tensing against mine.
He collapsed on top of me, his full weight pressing down on my body. He stayed inside me for a long moment, our breathing ragged and in sync. The frantic pounding of my heart wasn’t slowing to a more manageable rhythm, and I desperately tried to calm myself down. We were both exhausted, but it was the blissful kind. My body was limp beneath him, and I thought he might stay inside of me. That we might do it all over again, and that this was just the beginning of a long night in this bed.
He shifted, propping himself up on his elbows. I tilted my head back, expecting another kiss or for him to look at me with the same softness I felt inside. Instead, his face was a mask, making it impossible for me to read him. He leaned in close enough to brush his lips against mine, but he didn’t kiss me.
He pulled out of me, and the sudden emptiness where he had just been felt like a physical blow. Before I could even process it, he was pushing himself off me and off the bed. He stood up, standing with his back to me as I watched in stunned silence as he bent down to retrieve his jeans from the floor. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t say a word, and it made everything worse.
“Callan?” I whispered. I sat up and wrapped my arms around myself to keep warm.
He didn’t answer. He just picked up his shirt and pulled it over his head before running a hand over his head. His gaze was fixed on the door, and he still wouldn’t look at me. He just kept his back to me.
Swallowing, I tried to make sense of his behavior. I knew that this didn’t mean much to him. I was just another girl he fucked, and I could tell he was worried I’d get attached. That wasn’t the case. I knew what I had gotten myself into, and I was ready to handle the outcome without expecting anything from him in return.
