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Her eyes widen. “I don’t know if I can come again.”

“You will,” I tell her, pushing my tip into her, hissing as her cunt wraps around me.

“So confident,” she murmurs, hooking her hands around my neck, biting her lip as I hook one leg on my arm, spreading her before driving home. Her pupils blow wide and I stay deep, panting, forcing my body to calm down.

I don’t know what it is about her, but she makes me feel like a virgin. One thrust and I’m nearly done. But I’ll wait for her. Always. Callie will come with me inside of her and then it’s my turn.

Her hips rock, somehow pushing me deeper.

A groan rattles in the back of my throat. “Baby,” I rasp. “Are you trying to kill me?”

“I’m just waiting for you to fuck⁠—”

I drive my hips back before slamming into her again, cutting off her snarky comment. “What was that?”

“I said,” she says around a pant. “You need to fuck—oh god.” She moans as I pump into her hard enough to shake the bed.

“That mouth is going to get you in trouble.”

She chuckles. “I love trouble.”

That she does. The time for talking is done, I want her too delirious to speak. Too fucked to form a coherent sentence. With a wicked smirk that tells her exactly what I have planned, I hook her other leg over my arm and fuck her fast and hard, hips slapping against hers. Air rushes out of her lungs and her nails bite into the skin on the back of my neck.

She clings to me, walls flexing and clamping as I drive into her again and again, and when that’s not enough, I pull out and flip her over, grasping her hips. She arches her back as I guide her to her knees, dragging her hips into position. I pump my hand down my cock, squeezing in an attempt to prolong the experience, but when she drops her chest to the mattress, cheek pressed into the sheets in obedience, I know I won’t make it much longer.

Swatting her ass, I drop a kiss on her back, positioning myself as I run one hand up her spine, threading my fingers in her hair as I sink into her with one hard thrust. She moans, a deep, throaty sound.

“That’s right, Callie, you like it when I fuck you, don’t you?”

“Yesssss,” she rasps.

A growl of approval catches in my throat as I pump into her, watching her eyes flutter closed as I drive deeper and deeper. No dreams, no stupid fantasy I made up in my head, can compare to the real thing. Having Callie in my bed, speared on my cock, panting and sweaty, it’s fucking nirvana, and if I died tomorrow, I’d die a happy man.

Nothing will ever compare to this, the bond between us both, how perfect she is for me. For my family. How her body is practically molded to mine, as if we were meant to be all along.

She clamps around me so hard I grunt, rhythm faltering as I almost lose it. A smile tugs at her lips, and she does it again on purpose.

“Callie,” I beg.

“I want you to come inside me,” she says, voice husky and needy. “Please, Knox, I fucking need it.”

My hand slips from her hair, and I slide out. She whines in protest, but I drop onto my ass and flip her onto her back and slide right back in. Her legs wrap around my waist, squeezing me with need, forcing me deeper. I place my hand at the small of her back and help her tilt her hips, giving me better access, and rock into her as I grind my low stomach over her clit.

“Come with me, baby,” I murmur, capturing her bottom lip between my teeth and tugging. Her nails run down my back and my hips jerk forward. She makes a noise in the back of her throat, so I do it again, kissing down her jaw, her neck, and biting on her pulse point.

“Please, please, please,” she says, entire body tightening against mine.

Fuck, I won’t last much longer. My thrusts grow unsteady, but she pulses and flexes around my length. So close. So fucking close. I bite her neck again, and she whines, hands slapping to my ass and forcing me in. Demanding penance.

And I’m a goner. I kiss her in apology, length jerking inside of her as I explode, but that’s exactly what she needed. Her moan rushes over my tongue and I taste her pleasure as I pump as steadily as I can, helping her go all the way over the edge as my body is riddled with sensations that are almost too much to handle. But for her, I’d walk through fire, so I keep going, moaning, murmuring her name, tasting her until we’re both spent and we collapse onto the bed.

Her legs hold me inside of her, and she clamps around me as aftershocks run through her; she releases a heavy sigh, breaking the kiss and grinning up at me with adoration shimmering in her irises.

“I love you,” she whispers.

My heart almost bursts. “Fuck, Cal. I love you too.”

I’ve never considered myself a good man or worthy of love, but with Callie looking at me like that, I think I might just believe I deserve it.