Danielle
Callan’s lips come down on mine, and his hand slips between my thighs, groping my p***y. I gasp into the kiss, and he smirks. I am aching for him. I am dripping wet, and he has barely even touched me. It’s been a while since a man has made me feel this aroused.
He forcefully thrusts two fingers into me. I call out and move my hips back and forth against them.
“Well, aren’t you a desperate little kitty?” He growls, pressing them deeper.
My head falls back. “Yes.”
He gently curls his fingers and caresses my delicate skin. He lowers himself, planting kisses on my neck and moving down to my breasts. His long, warm tongue skillfully circles each of my n*****s. I cry out, and they harden instantly. He withdraws his fingers, and his lips travel down my body, pausing between my thighs. The warmth of his breath on me is enough to make me whimper loudly.
He lightly brushes his tongue over my pulsating c**t. He circles it and tugs. I hiss at the sensation. He pushes my legs further apart and laps it over my folds.
“Fuck.” I breathe out and entangle my fingers in his thick hair, arching up from the sofa.
He grips my thighs roughly and dives into my p***y with his tongue. I push my p***y tighter to his face as the pleasure rips through me. God, this man’s tongue is magical. He slips his hands under my ass, lifting me slightly and goes to town on me. I have never felt pleasure as intensely as I am feeling it now.
“I am already close.”
He groans against me and picks up the speed of his tongue. He moves one hand from beneath me and starts circling my c**t with his thumb. That’s all it takes to push me over the edge. No one has made me come so quickly before.
“f**k, I am going to come.” I squeal as my body shivers.
My p***y tightens, and my head falls back. I release hard. The overwhelming sensation causes my eyes to roll back as I moan.
Moaning, he persists in his task on me, savoring every drop. I expect him to pull away after I finish, but he doesn’t. He applies more pressure on my c**t, his tongue exploring every inch. Another climax takes over me, but this one is a little different. I glance down at him and soon squirt all over his face. He doesn’t seem phased by it. f*****g hell, I thought that was a myth. It isn’t an experience I’ve had before. My body is hot, and sweat is dripping from my brow. My legs shake powerfully. It takes a moment for my body to still. I am a mess by the time I do. I am going to need to scrub my sofa because I know I have soaked it.
He trails his lips back up my body before sitting on my stomach. I glance up at him. He smirks, licking his lips, and I see his face gleaming with the mess I made of it.
“Damn, baby girl, you taste good.”
I exclaim, “Your tongue is truly magical! I thought what happened was a myth.” I snicker.
His face shows pride. “Perhaps to others, but not to me. I have no difficulty causing a woman to squirt when I intend to.”
His voice drips with confidence, and rightly so.
“What else can you do?” I ask, biting my lips.
Leaning close, his face above mine, he whispers, “Many things. Are you curious to know more?”
I nod eagerly. “Yes, please.”
I need him to give me more. Callan climbs off me, and I stare at him, confused.
He extends his hand to me, and I accept it. “Lead me to your bedroom.”
“Yes, sir,” I reply and allow him to help me to my feet.
“Good girl. Do you have condoms?”
“Yes, but I’m not sure if I have the right size for you.”
I have a mixture, but he is larger than any other man I’ve been with.
“I believe I have some in my wallet.”
He grabs his jeans on the way, taking his wallet out and pulling two condoms out. He appears disappointed.
“What is with the disappointed look?” I question, confused.
“I am not an amateur. Two rounds in a night are not enough.”
“How many is enough for you?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him.
The men I have been with in the past mostly struggled with two times, never mind more.
“It depends on how late we plan on being up. My plan was all night until the sun rises. Approximately five, possibly six,” he smirks.
My eyes widen. “Seriously?”
He nods, “Yes. Take some breathers in between, and then I am ready to go.”
The thought makes me gulp. Would my body be able to take that?
“I can look through mine, but I doubt I have any that will work for you.”
Although I’m on birth control, I’d prefer an additional layer of protection. Falling pregnant to a stranger is not something I want.
“If not, I’ll quickly pop out and grab some. There is a twenty-four-hour store down the street.”
“Two won’t be enough for you?” I laugh.
“Nope! How am I supposed to show you my skills with only two rounds?”
I playfully roll my eyes. If he needs more, he can get some if I don’t have them, but before he does, we will use the two he does have. We reach my bedroom, and I check my drawer, but there is none suitable for him.
“You may need to go get some, but before you do, I need you to f**k me.”
He strides toward me naked, a smug look on his face and full of confidence. He pulls me close, his hands gripping my hips.
“Are you that desperate for my c**k in your p***y, kitten?” he asks, his hand running over my stomach and down between my thighs.
I gasp, closing my eyes. “Yes.”
“Yes, what? What do you need?”
“Yes, sir. I need your huge c**k inside of me. I need you to pleasure me until my body can’t handle it anymore.” I breathe out.
Callan’s hand encircles my throat. My moans trigger a reaction in every nerve ending in my body. He tightens it slightly, and I whimper. His lips come down on mine, silencing me. One kiss from him is enough to excite me.
He parts from the kiss, and I whine at the loss of contact between us.
“Lie down on the bed,” he demands.
I don’t need to be asked twice. I climb onto my bed, lying down and waiting for his next move. What are his plans for me? Whatever it is, I am ready. I am more than ready.
“Kitten, you won’t be able to move once I’m through with you.”
“Bring it on. I am ready for everything you have for me,” I purr.
I am in for a good night. I can sense it.