Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 164910 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 825(@200wpm)___ 660(@250wpm)___ 550(@300wpm)
I close the distance and push him down onto the couch, straddling his lap. Sliding my fingers into his hair, I ball my hand into a fist and dive into his mouth. “I want you,” I breathe over his mouth, kissing him and looking into his eyes. “I wanted you in my bed all weekend.”
His brow pinches, his hands taking my hips.
“Is that what he said to you?” I ask Callum.
His gaze narrows, and he swallows. I’ll never say those things to him.
“He said he thinks about me,” he says. “He said he can’t stop.”
A jolt hits my heart, but I tamp it down.
I don’t care if another man is thinking about him. We’ll say anything to get laid.
But still…
I don’t like that another man thinks he’s available. He’s not. Not yet.
I grip his jaw in my hand and kiss him hard, and then I rise up on my knees, letting him hold me. His arm circles my waist, his other hand grabbing my ass.
“He said he’d cook for me,” he pants. “And show me his shower…”
I slip my tongue deep into his mouth, his lips working mine in a way I feel in the pit of my stomach. It’s like an itch, and I just want him more. I can’t stop.
“And he said—”
I grip his throat, squeezing and shutting him up. “So what are you doing here with me?” I grit through my teeth.
I stare down at him, his head resting back on the cushion.
“Because I think about you,” he murmurs. “I can’t stop.”
I shake my head, something building in my gut that I can’t control. Motherfucker.
“I love your cock.” He stares at my mouth, begging for it. “I love it inside me.”
“Goddammit.” I climb off of him and pull him up, quickly pushing down his pants as he kicks off his shoes and slips off his socks.
Picking him up, I kneel on the couch again, his spine resting against the back of the couch as he straddles me.
And I can’t fucking touch everything fast enough. My hands slide up his thighs to his ass and my mouth comes down on his chest, my tongue tasting in between the kisses and bites.
Callum drapes an arm over his eyes, breathing hard. “Fuck, man.”
I don’t stop as I push my pants down and pull myself out, grabbing the condom where I dropped it on the couch.
Rain—or sweat—trickles down the back of my neck, and I reach down to roll on the rubber, Callum lifting up to give me room.
I’m so hard, I roll it on and come down on top of him, kissing his body again and running my hands over every fucking inch of him I can reach.
“I’m gonna stretch you out every fucking day,” I growl, spitting on my fingers and getting him ready. “Because he’s not going to be bigger than me.”
I press the head into him, and his stomach muscles tighten as he reaches behind and grabs the back of the couch.
Slowly, I inch in, closing my eyes. “Fuck, you’re so hot,” I pant.
His body heat envelops me, so goddamn tight.
Once fully sheathed, I open my eyes to find him watching me, the rise and fall of his chest the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I love seeing his body respond to me. Always did.
But I gotta move.
I pump slow but quicken my pace almost immediately. Gripping his shoulder in one hand and his ass in the other, I thrust my hips, sliding in and out. I grunt, his groans filling the room, and everything under my skin feels like it’s firing. I gaze at his face, his neck arched back, his brow pinched in pleasure, the long expanse of skin down his chest and stomach calling me.
I dive down, kissing, biting, and sucking his ribs and his chest. His ass flexes in my hand, fucking me right back, and I freeze, feeling him come down on my cock again and again.
My body fires from the inside out, something building in my head, in my hands, in my mouth…
God. What the fuck is happening?
Pulling up, I stare into his eyes, rolling my hips and meeting his rhythm. I move my hand from his shoulder to his neck and up his jaw, running my thumb over his lips. He closes his eyes, arching his back, his moans getting louder.
His breath shakes, his mouth falling open, and I watch as his orgasm bursts wide open. He bounces faster, and I’m in awe. It’s a minute before I realize I’ve been in a trance, watching him.
What the fuck am I doing?
What are we doing?
I pull out. “On your stomach.”
He blinks, and I push him over. He squeezes the leather armrest in both hands as I fit myself inside him again, thrusting hard.
“Ah, Dallas,” he gasps.
I grab hold of his body again, keeping it in place, and pump hard and fast. This is what he’s for. Revenge.