Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 36353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36353 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
“You can,” I growled, crawling over her until she was pinned beneath me. “You were made for me, Gemma. This pussy? It’s mine. Say it.”
“I—it’s yours,” she whispered.
“Louder.”
Her throat worked. “It’s yours, Callum.”
“Damn right, it is.” Then I smirked. “Don’t worry, baby. You were made to take me.”
The head of my dick pressed against her slick entrance. I paused, closing my eyes for half a second, fighting for control.
My cock twitched, ready to plow into her untouched pussy, but I forced myself to breathe.
Then I pushed in. Slow. Steady. Watching every flash of emotion on Gemma’s face. She bit her lip, eyes shining, but didn’t look away. I groaned when her tight heat clenched around me like a vise. Inch by inch, I filled her until I hit that barrier that marked the end of her innocence. I leaned in and kissed her tenderly.
“This part’s gonna sting,” I murmured. “But I’ll make it better real fast. Promise.”
She nodded, barely breathing, pupils blown wide.
“I want you,” she whispered.
“Fuck,” I grunted. Then I thrust forward with one hard snap of my hips, burying myself to the hilt as her cry echoed off the walls.
Her nails bit into my back, and I stilled, staying deep while she adjusted. My breath was ragged against her neck. “You’re mine now,” I told her roughly. “And that means this is the only dick you’ll ever have. I’m the first and the fucking last. You understand me?”
“Y-yes.” The pain was finally clearing from her pretty brown eyes.
“No going back now,” I growled. “You feel that? You’re full of me, baby. Stuffed so tight you can’t take another inch.”
She relaxed slowly, hips tilting, legs wrapping around my waist. Then she whimpered, and her hips rolled slightly. “Please.”
I fucking lost it.
I started to move, slow at first, dragging almost all the way out before slamming back in. The stretch, the heat, the feel of her clutching me like her body didn’t want to let go. Fuck, it was better than anything I’d ever felt.
“Gonna ruin you for anyone else,” I growled, driving in again.
My thrusts were deep and had her crying out with every stroke. I pinned her wrists above her head, grinding against her with every pump of my hips.
“Mine,” I snarled against her mouth. “You’re mine now. Say it.”
“Yours,” she choked out.
“That’s right. My good girl. Gonna put a baby in you. Breed you. Fill that pretty belly with my kid.”
Her breath hitched and her whole body arched under me, caught in some perfect storm of pleasure and surrender.
“You like that, don’t you?” I rasped, gripping her thigh and hiking it higher. “Like knowing I’m gonna fill you up. That I want you knocked up with my kid. My baby in your belly so every motherfucker knows you belong to me.”
Her inner muscles spasmed, and she moaned.
“You want it?” I demanded, my hips pounding into her faster now. “Want me to come inside you? Breed you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “Callum, please.”
I fucked her harder, my hips slamming against hers as I drove deep again and again, claiming her body in every way I knew how. Her nails dug into my back. Her moans turned desperate.
She screamed my name, and her eyes rolled back as her orgasm hit her hard. Her pussy clenched so tight I nearly saw stars.
The sounds of her pleasure sent me into a frenzy. My rhythm turned brutal, slamming into her again and again. Her moans blended with the slap of skin and the growl in my throat.
“One more,” I demanded. “Want this pussy to take every last drop.”
That was all it took to send her over the edge again, calling my name as she spasmed around me.
That was it. All I could take.
“Fuck, Gemma,” I grunted. “I’m gonna come.”
I grabbed her hips and pinned her down, before I drove into her one last time and exploded with a roar. I buried myself to the root as I spilled deep inside her, my entire body shuddering, my hips jerking as I emptied everything I had into her tight little pussy.
“Take it,” I grunted. “Take every drop, Gemma. That’s my seed in you now. My mark. You’re mine. Stamped. Owned. Bred.”
She whimpered, clinging to me, and I held her tight through every aftershock.
When it was over, I collapsed on top of her, caging her with my arms, careful not to crush her. She was panting, her body slick with sweat, and her eyes dazed.
I kissed her slowly, then brushed her damp hair back from her face and whispered things I never thought I’d say.
“Perfect. You’re so perfect, baby. So good. So sweet. So mine.”
She shuddered and held me tighter against her.
“You okay, baby?” I murmured, cupping her cheek with one hand.
She nodded weakly, a soft smile curving her lips. “That was…more than okay.”
“Damn fucking right it was,” I grunted, making her giggle, which made me smile.