I let out a guttural cry because his overwhelming thickness, the angle … I could feel him everywhere. “Oh my god.”
“I know,” Callan huffed, squeezing his eyes closed for a second. “You feel amazing. Bloody hell, you feel perfect.”
My grip on his duvet tightened as his eyes opened. He looked down at where his body entered mine, and pleasure suffused his expression. Callan pulled slowly out and drove back in.
I couldn’t arch my hips, I couldn’t meet his thrusts, and there was something so exciting and thrilling about being held captive in his strong grip while he fucked me.
I was loud.
Every push into me elicited a cry as he hit that spot inside that caused the pleasure to increase in startling increments, andevery thick drag out felt incredible. My cries grew louder than the next, my fingernails catching the fabric of the bedding.
“That’s it,” Callan growled as he pounded into me, my body shifting up the bed with the force of his powerful drives. “Reach it, princess. Take it.”
“Callan!” The tension inside of me spiraled. I’d never been so consumed by it before. Usually I overthought everything in bed, but there was nothing but the sensation of him overwhelming me, like there was so much of him in me, it was tearing me apart in the best way.
“I need you to come, princess,” he begged hoarsely.
“I-I’m—ahh!” I gasped. “N-nearly th-there!”
“I knew you’d be like this,” Callan said breathlessly. “Wet and hot and tight and fucking perfect!” His grip on my hips became bruising. “Come, Beth. Please. Come around me. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
His filthy plea was my undoing.
The tension built to the breaking point and my whole body tensed for what felt like seconds before I exploded. My hoarse cry filled his bedroom as my inner muscles throbbed around him in release and with such force, I could feel him being pushed out and pulled back in.
“Fuck!” Callan’s expression slackened, eyes wide. Then his hips juddered against mine as he groaned, long and deep. His cock pulsed inside me as I contracted around him in the blissful aftershocks of climax.
He collapsed over me, his breath puffing against my ear as he trembled and shuddered. I put my arms around him, my hands smoothing over his back. He was damp with perspiration, and he smelled of aftershave, sweat, and sex.
Dazed, I stared up at the ceiling, soothing Callan through his orgasm as my inner muscles still twitched around him.
Never in my life had I come that hard.
I didn’t think it was possible.
Callan eventually lifted his head to stare at me. I could see he was a little dazed too.
“That was …”
He swallowed, nodding, as he twitched inside me. “That was … fuck … the way you come, fuck … fuck me, we are doing that again.”
I grinned, feeling smug for two reasons.
One, sex could be utterly bloody phenomenal after all!
Two, sex with me had clearly blown Callan’s hair back. “Maybe I can even take off my dress this time, Captain.”
Callan let out a bark of laughter, the sound vibrating against my lips as he kissed me.
CHAPTER THIRTY
BETH
Iwatched Callan’s game against Northpark the day after we’d had the best sex of my entire life.
He’d kept me up until three in the morning, screwing me literally six ways till Sunday until I had to beg him to stop because I was pretty sure my heart was going to explode. I’d actually lost count of my orgasms.
When his alarm went off three hours later, I’d groaned and buried my head under the pillow that smelled like him. Hearing him switch it off, I’d tensed, waiting to be thrown out, but instead, he’d just gotten up. So exhausted, I fell back asleep, and he woke me with a minty kiss.
