“Callum,” she moans out my name, and it drives me fucking insane.
“Come baby, come on my face. I want all of it.”
She doesn’t disappoint, my mouth fills with moisture and she gasps and clenches around my fingers. Fuck I’ve never made a woman squirt before. If she’s embarrassed she doesn’t show it, too lost in the sensation of the climax tearing through her.
I swallow and pull back, watching as it pours all over the Shelby and I go feral.
Before now I’ve been gentle with her, I’ve made it good for her, took my time and made sure not to hurt her but seeing how she is gushing for me is something new and beautiful and fucking sexy as shit.
I get up and unbuckle my belt, yanking down the zipper. Charley is half lidded, almost delirious with the pleasure, her mouth falls open as I push into her without any warning, the warmth and wetness of her draws me in and clamps down, her ankles locking over my ass.
Banging both palms down on either side of her shoulders, I fuck into her, hard enough that the car starts to rock and she jolts with eachthrust. She moves enough to get her shirt over her head and my gaze fixates on her tits as they bounce up and down.
Again, I love the fact that she is all natural, and I lean down and bite her nipple, trying to put as much of her tit into my mouth. Charley grips the back of my head and lets out a long gasping cry as I bite down again, all the while fucking into her.
Shit, this is fucking amazing, the tightening in my balls means I’m about to lose it and I thrust harder, gritting my teeth as I try to hold off long enough. Fortunately, Charley goes over the edge again and I pump in and out, pushing upright so I can look down at her.
“Say my name,” I grunt.
“Callum.”
“Tell me what I’m doing to you.”
“You’re… fucking me,” she whispers.
I grab her hips, my fingers digging into the flesh. “Like you mean it, Charley.”
“Fucking me,” she cries out. “Fuck me, Callum.”
I arch up and roar as I come, my dick pulsing for what feels like forever as I fill her with my cum. The thought of it mingling with hers sets off another shudder and pulse and little pin pricks of light dot my vision as I completely lose control of my body, like I’m going to black out.
My eyes squeeze tight as I lean down and kiss her through our aftershocks, my hips still thrusting, never wanting to leave her tight, perfect pussy.
Her body collapses into a boneless heap, her eyes shut, chest heaving up and down. My gaze rakes over her, the flush on her chest, the redness around her nipples where my stubble has rubbed against the delicate skin. I push up and look down at where we remain joined.
My head is telling me I should have pulled out, coming inside of her is dangerous and stupid but nothing can make me regret it.
She’s fucking perfect, and after tonight, the thought of letting her go makes me angry. Forcing her to stay is wrong but I’ll damn well make sure she knows I want it.
I’ll be fucked if I ever admit to Nero he is right about this, but I’m not opposed to the idea ofit being more.
She sleeps in my bed again and I wake her up with my tongue inside her, leaving her replete but furious because I denied her my dick. I had to ride to Lily’s and get her stuff.
Shit, it wasn’t easy for me to do either but this isn’t about sex, this is about showing her she doesn’t need to run away from me.
Lily is dying to ask questions as she hands over Charley’s things but she knows better than to quiz an officer of the Blackhawk Disciples.
Charley can fill her in, if she wants to. I’m not averse to her talking about us, keeping this a secret isn’t necessary for me, but I understand if she wants to. Although carrying her away from one of the dancers last night means news is going to spread fast.
After dropping the stuff back at home and telling Charley in no uncertain terms, I will come and get her again if she leaves, it’s only when she swears and pushes me out the door that I set out to find Beast.
Blaze kindly helps out giving me his tracker location and I head to the old bar where he used to hang out a lot. He’s with Fury, I’m not surprised to find the two of them there together shooting pool.
People look over when I enter. If I was anyone else, I’d be intimidated but these guys don’t scare me, and once they see the cut, they go back to what they were doing.
This place was a favorite with Crash, our previous president. It’s dingy as shit in here and although smoking has been banned indoors for a while there still seems to be a layer of smoke floating just below the ceiling.
Iron Maiden is playing on the beat up old jukebox in the corner. Funny thing is, the damn thing still works and is probably older than most people in here.
