Page 106 of Legacy

Grinning, I took my hand back and slid my fingers over my inner thigh.

“Well, if you’re not going to let me touch you⁠—”

“Felicity.” He white knuckled the steering wheel as I slowly began to play with myself over my panties, just a stroke, a brush, a gasp.

But with each passing moment, I was afraid Callum was going to break the steering wheel right off.

“Thank God Ashford Creek is small,” he snarled as he pulled into his driveway and turned off the engine.

Before I could blink, he was out of the truck and practically running around the side, opening the door.

Laughing, I slid my fingers deep into my pussy and gasped.

“Callum.”

“Fuck,” he ground out. He snatched my wrist and held my hand behind my back. “You’re fucking wet.” Then he licked my fingers clean, keeping his gaze on mine.

“Oh,” I panted.

“You’re in trouble for that, girl,” he growled before he undid my seatbelt and carried me into the house.

I had no idea if our neighbors had seen anything, and I would be embarrassed later. But before I could do anything, he had the door closed, and I was bent over the back of the couch.

“Callum. What⁠—”

Then he was on his knees behind me, and my panties were shoved to my ankles. He buried his face in my pussy, and he began to devour me. My toes curled as I gripped the edge of the couch, trying not to fall off. But he licked and sucked, spreading me before him. And when he used his tongue on my hole, spearing me slightly, I tensed, wanting more.

“You’re going to come on my face and ride me. Do you get me?”

“Okay,” I panted. “Please.”

“Better keep begging, Felicity.” Then he buried his face once more, sucking and licking and playing me with two fingers.

I came then, riding his face as he continued to lap at me.

I tried to arch my back, needing more, but then he was standing, the sound of his zipper going down, and before I could breathe, the tip of his cock was at my entrance, and he was shoving home.

We both groaned as my body stretched, trying to accommodate his length. His piercings rubbed me in just the right way so that I nearly came once again.

“You’re perfect for me. So fucking tight and warm. Your pussy just clenches around my cock, and I want to come so hard. I want to fill you up, so you’re dripping with my cum as you walk back to the bedroom. Do you want to do that? Be filled with my cum, Felicity?”

“Just fuck me already,” I panted, unable to think.

The hard smack on my ass was a surprise, yet the pleasure that came with it washed over me.

“Answer me. Do you want to be filled with my cum or covered in it?”

“Either. I just want you.”

“That’s a good girl.”

And then he was fucking me hard, and I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. The couch moved with each thrust, and as he growled in frustration, he pulled out of me, flipped me over, and I whimpered. But then his hand was around my throat, and his mouth was crushed to mine, and I could only taste myself on him.

I reached between us, gripping his cock so I could work him, as his fingers went between my legs, finger fucking me so quickly that I came again on his hand, practically gushing into his palm. He lifted me by my thighs and moved my hand away before spearing me once more. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, going on my tiptoes for the right angle, and so he picked me up the rest of the way by my thighs to the edge of the couch before pumping in and out of me.

“Look down. Look down between us,” he whispered.

I did as he ordered and watched as his cock slid in and out of me, each time coming back wetter and wetter.