Page 105 of Thin Lives

“Never?”

That was a surprise.

“He has women for that, and I am, as he always believed I was, useless to him. A whore, now. Nothing else.”

Calisto frowned, his jaw working out his agitation. “You know that’s not true.”

“I know that I don’t care, not right now. I just want you—all of you, as hard and as fast as you can give me it, Cal. That’s what I want. Please.”

His darker urges thrummed deep.

“You don’t want me to lay you back and worship you like you deserve, Emma?”

She didn’t even bat a lash. “I know you love me—I know you worship me, Cal. I just want you to fuck me.”

Jesus.

Shit, yeah.

“All right,” he said gruffly.

He stole another kiss from her pretty lips, feeling her hands work at the buttons on his dress shirt and the zipper on his pants. He let her push his shirt down his arms until it fell to the floor, and then she was shoving his pants down, too.

The second her palm wrapped around his cock in a tight, firm grip, he stilled, enjoying her touch and how soft her hand was despite how badly his dick ached. He couldn’t let her do this for long, he couldn’t take it. As much as it felt like heaven, it hurt, too.

He just wanted to fuck.

“Ass up,” he said thickly.

Emma’s hand stopped moving. “What?”

She didn’t even get a chance to take a breath before he had her flipped over, and he pinned her upper half against the bed. Running his fingers down her backside, and to her sex, he found her wet and hot against his touch.

“I want your ass up,” he said.

Emma sucked in a quick gulp of air, letting it hiss out slowly between her teeth as his fingers pushed into her sex, taking her fast like that. She squirmed under his hold, a long moan breaking free from her chest.

“Another time,” she said between clenched teeth.

Yeah, he agreed.

He’d tease and touch all he wanted another time.

Surely it would come.

He’d make sure of it.

Calisto replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, letting the tip press just far enough into the entrance of her slit that she could feel him beginning to stretch her open. The sliver of her sex glistened with her fluids, and the heat of her pink flesh wrapped him with a dark promise.

He gave no warning, simply flexed his hips and took her deep.

The force of the thrust sent her up on her toes in the heels, and her hands flying out to find purchase against the bed. Calisto didn’t give her relief to become accustomed to his length or girth, and she didn’t ask for it.

“Again—more,” Emma begged.

Fuck, yes.

“Whatever you need, bella.”