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Sweet baby Jesus.
My pussy clenches as I stare at him—thick, hard, so ready for me. And now, I see another reason he may have earned his nickname.
Because good GOD.
I swallow thickly, staring at it, and he reaches forward and tugs me to the edge of the table. My head spins, making me waver slightly, and his strong arm wraps around my back, keeping me upright.
His lips feather over mine. “Are you sure you want to do this, Beauty?”
I know it’s the only chance I’m going to get.
It’s already taken everything he has in him not to drive into me.
I can feel it in the tension of his muscles, how they each twitch and quiver under my hands, but I trail them over his chest, down over his abs, and grasp his thick length in my palm.
He groans, his eyes closing as he drops his forehead to mine. “Be sure, Beauty.”
“I am.”
A sigh slips from his lips that almost sounds like resignation, and he aligns the head of his cock and slams into me.
WESTON
Callista tightens her pussy around me like a vise, cocooning me inside her, preventing me from moving even if I could force myself to, and I groan, clenching my teeth, trying desperately not to lose control after only being inside her for three fucking seconds.
But there’s something about this woman that steals my ability to think rationally, to act rationally, to do the right thing—as our current position demonstrates.
I pause for a second, buried inside her, giving her a moment to adjust to my size while I search for any semblance of sanity.
She clings to me, her mouth open on a silent gasp, head tipped back, frozen in the moment before she finally relaxes her death grip on my cock and neck slightly.
My signal to move.
I draw my hips back and plunge into her again, rocking her backward several inches across the table. “Fuck.”
Gritting out through clenched teeth, my curse mirrors the one that falls from her lips as she scores her nails over the back of my neck.
This isn’t going to work.
I can’t get the leverage I want with her spread on the table like this.
I need to drive deeper, need to fuck her harder, need more of everything.
Grasping her hips, I lift her easily from the wooden surface and turn us, walking until her back hits the books on the shelf on the far wall.
She releases a tiny gasp at the jolt to her body, tearing her mouth from mine as her shoulders collide with the bindings.
Callista turns her head slightly to look behind her, but I don’t give her any time to consider the change in scenery. I just withdraw and push into her again.
With the bookcase now at her back, her body pinned between me and it, I finally have the leverage I need to drive to the hilt, bottoming out so deep inside her that it feels like her cunt was custom-built to fit my cock.
She moans and rolls her hips slightly, somehow taking me a fraction deeper. “Fuck, Weston…”
My name tumbling from her lips is like kerosene being thrown on an already blazing inferno.
She isn’t thinking about anyone else right now. Isn’t fantasizing about any other man being inside of her while I fuck her senseless.
It’s me.
