Her plea sent another spike of arousal through me.I couldn’t deny her any longer.With one sharp thrust, I buried myself in her molten, clutching depths.
“Fuuuck, Cal, you feel so good.”
She cried out, her nails raking down my chest.I stilled for a moment, letting her acclimate to the stretch before pulling almost all the way out and snapping my hips again.
This wasn’t going to be slow and tender—we were both too far gone for that.I set a punishing pace, each thrust filling her to the hilt.
“Yes!Oh god, just like that!”Her cries of pleasure egged me on.I angled my hips, nailing her sweet spot with every stroke.
She worked a hand between our bodies, her fingers seeking her clit.But I batted her hand away, tsking in disapproval.“What do you think you’re doing, baby?Only I get to touch that pretty little pussy.”
She let out a desperate whine at my words, hips tilting up instinctively.“Emmett...please, I need to come.”
“I know you do, sweetheart,” I said, nipping at her pulse point.“And you will.But not until I say so.Your orgasms belong to me now.”
I pulled out of her drenched core, flipping her over onto her hands and knees.She squeaked at the sudden manhandling, but her back arched eagerly as I gripped her hips with bruising force.
“This gorgeous ass is mine,” I growled, giving one pale cheek a stinging slap that had her keening.“And this tight little cunt?All mine too.”
Callie could only whimper an agreement as I drove back into her with a brutal thrust.I fisted my hand in her hair, pulling her torso upright until her back was flush against my chest.
“You like it when I fuck you hard like this, don’t you, baby?”I whispered, my free hand snaking around to circle her throat.“Tell me how much you fucking love it.”
Rough cries and curses spilled from her lips as I reached my other hand around to rub her throbbing clit.She shattered in seconds, screaming my name.
I wasn’t far behind, her clenching walls providing the most explosive friction.“Oh, fuck.Yeess, squeeze my cock, baby.”I came hard and deep inside her with a hoarse shout, emptying every last drop.
We slumped onto the mattress in a tangle of limbs, utterly spent.
As I lay there, running soothing fingers through her hair, I knew that nothing would ever be the same between us again.And I was very, very okay with that.
I held her close as our breathing returned to normal, reveling in the feel of her soft curves pressed against me.She let out a contented sigh, and I kissed the top of her head.
“Fuck, Callie...that was incredible,” I said, my voice hoarse from exertion.
“Mmm.I could get used to this.”
“Good.I aim to have you screaming my name again in—” I made a show of consulting my non-existent watch, “twelve-to-eighteen hours when I’ve recovered.”
She turned her head and quirked an eyebrow.“Is that a promise, Mr.Price?”
My softening cock—still sheathed inside her—twitched with renewed interest.“Sure is, Miss Winters,” I said, pulling her in for a rough kiss.
As we broke apart, my cock slipped from her and our come mingled on the bedding beneath us.I chuckled.“I think I need to have Becks send up some clean sheets.”
Callie groaned out an “ohmygod” that had me laughing even harder.
“Come on, baby.Let’s get you cleaned up.”I lifted her from the bed and carried her to the bathroom, sitting her on the toilet.
“Pee, please,” I said.
She responded with a giggle and a shake of her head.
I turned on the shower and quickly found my phone in the pocket of my discarded pants to shoot off a text.
Moments later, we were both under the warm water of the spa-like shower.Slowly, sensually, we washed one another before drying off and falling into bed—the sheets crisp and clean, thanks to that text to Becks.
I hugged Callie close, content to finally have her in my arms.
