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“Fuck yes.” Her green eyes shine with pleasure as they lock with mine. “Give it to me.”
“Hell, yes.” I drive into her, hard and deep, the headboard banging off the wall. “Take every fucking inch.”
She rakes her nails down my back, sending goosebumps across my skin. I groan, pumping harder, giving this woman everything she wants.
When she gets close, I pull out and flip her over so her ass is in the air. I shove myself back in, my hips slamming against hers.
“Oh, fuck,” she screams. “That’s it. So fucking good.”
Her words spur me on. I grit my teeth as she squeezes my cock, trying hard not to come. Not yet.
She comes again, her head dropping onto her arms as she screams my name loud enough to wake the neighbors. I keep thrusting through her orgasm until she finishes.
And then I pull out and roll onto my back, pulling her on top. “Okay, Chaos. Show me what you got.”
She smiles, eyes gleaming from the challenge.
She sinks down on me, and we both moan. She keeps going until she takes me as far as she can, then slides back up.
My hands are on her hips, but I’m letting her take control. The thought hits me that I never do that. I’m always in control. Until I met Chaos.
She circles her hips, and I groan, my fingers digging into her skin. She smiles down at me and keeps working herself on my cock, driving me to the brink.
When she whispers, “Come inside me. I need it,” I’m fucking done.
I explode, emptying myself until I have nothing left.
When she collapses on top of me, I wrap my arms around her so tightly she can’t leave.
I’ve never wanted anyone to stay. Ever.
The thought should terrify me more than it does.
Callie shifts against me, her cheek resting over my heart.
I loosen my grip. Not because I want to. Because I'm holding her too fucking tight.
She makes a sleepy sound and settles closer.
My arm goes right back around her.
Fuck.
This is worse than wanting her.
I've wanted women before.
I've fucked women before.
I've never wanted what came after.
The talking. The sleeping. The shit left in my bathroom. Someone taking up space in a life I deliberately keep empty.
Callie took one look around my house tonight and saw it. You could pack everything you actually care about into one bag and disappear.
She wasn't wrong.
That's how I've lived for eleven years.