An echo of surprise radiates through her expression, the unspoken confession of wanting this woman to finish the same way we started.
With Calista in complete control.
“Always such a good boy.”
Another purr, but this one has her eyes locking with mine. Emerald flames flicker with lust and desire, each one swirling around her irises like a wildfire.
She takes my hand and presses it hard on her clit. Rubs back and forth, making tiny circles that has the purr turning into a groan. Calista leans back against me, slowing her movements so she can watch our fingers get the job done.
If I thought her pussy was tight before, it was nothing compared to this.
“Fuck.”
Clenching my ass cheeks to try and hold off, I feel Calista contract and shake as she comes all over my cock. It’s a memory that brands itself into my core, the sight of her flushed face and bouncing ass as she falls apart.
Cum sprays across my stomach when she lifts herself off me, a rapid succession that has me gasping for air. Pleasure pools across my skin, dripping from my spent cock and leaking into every crevice of my body.
“Tell me that was good for you too.” Struggling to catch my breath, I risk a glance at the woman and not her reflection, “Lie and tell me that was the best shag you’ve ever had.”
“Awe, Devil. Did I make it to the top of your bedpost?”
“Bedpost and fucking headboard.”
A cackle rings out, so brutally honest I feel it deep in my bones.
The mark she leaves behind every time she laughs.
Smiles. Breathes.
Calista Drache has left a scar and it’s not going away anytime soon.
And I’m not so sure I want it to.
Chapter 31
CALISTA
Men and satisfaction so rarely come in the same package.
Women are much more of a guarantee, their willingness to learn and be patientoutweighing a man’s ability to fuck hard and fast only to need twenty minutes before he’s ready to do it again.
An inconvenience that is not typically worth my while.
“That’s it darling, just like that.”
Gripping my hips, Christopher lifts me just enough to push inside before pressing me back down into the mattress. His cock drives into the wet space between my legs, our hips snapping together as he fucks me from behind.
Every thrust brings us closer together, our unison groans ringing throughout the room as his piercing does its best to please my pussy.
It’s a performance worth repeating which is why I have not sent him back out the window. Christopher’s impressive turnaround time combined with his flexibility makes for a marvellous evening and I am not yet ready to finish it off just yet.
“Harder, baby.”
Dark, delicious hair falls in his eyes as he squeezes my legs tighter together and fucks me into oblivion. His back is arched in a painful-looking yoga pose, his hand tight around my neck when he leans down and whispers in my ear.
“Are you going to come on my cock again, Miss Drache?”
The formal title has my pussy contracting, clenching around his dick with a hum of satisfaction. He’s got a filthy mouth, and just like his piercing, it’s yet to disappoint.
