The Lies In The Love

Chapter Twelve- I Should Stop

Callan

I rest back on my knees and smirk to myself as I enjoy the view of Danielle beneath me, cuffed to my bed. It is a sexy sight. I dance my eyes over every inch of her, admiring her.

“Mmm, what a sexy sight,” I growl and run my hands up her legs and onto her thighs, massaging them.

She writhes below me and arches from the bed. “What else do you have in there?” she breathes out.

“Oh, you can’t know that yet. I will show you when I think you are ready, sweetness,” I reply and brush my fingers over her soaked folds, and she cries out, desperate for my touch.

I draw my hand away, and she rests up on her elbows. “Ready? Do you think I am a prude, vanilla, who doesn’t know how these things work?” she questions with a raised brow.

I chuckle and shake my head. “No, not at all. I just don’t know if you are ready for all the things I enjoy. One step at a time.”

“If you insist, but I promise, I can handle it all.”

I don’t reply with words. Instead, I reach down and press my lips roughly to hers, making sure she doesn’t say anything else. The only sounds that fall from her lips are a deep moan. I smirk and part from it. I trace my lips along her jawline and onto her neck, sucking and leaving a huge hickey on her neck. I like to leave my mark. I make my way down her body, kissing over every inch of her body, except where she wants me to be. I love to tease, especially when she can’t do anything about it.

“Callan, don’t play with me,” she groans and tugs at the cuffs.

“You aren’t getting out of those; there is no point in trying.” With every word, I brush my fingers down her folds, causing her to gasp.

I tease her entrance, slipping my finger in only a couple of inches. It is enough for her to arch from the bed and try to reposition her hips to take my fingers deeper into her. Chuckling, I draw my hand away again. She glares at me.

“Callan, stop!”

I lean over her and purposely press my excitement between her thighs and grind it against her. “Stop what?”

“Stop teasing and do what you said you would. I don’t have all night,” she whines.

I should stop teasing. It isn’t fair. It is fun, but not fair. “Yes, ma’am.”

I thrust two fingers into her without another word, causing her to cry out and rock against my fingers. She is soaked. I groan as her wetness surrounds my finger. Slowly, I work them in and out, but even at this speed, it is getting to her. I knew it would. Danielle has been ready for me for a while. I dip my head down and flick my tongue over her c**t and down her folds and press my fingers deeper.

“Oh God, yes,” she whimpers, the cuffs rattle as her body squirms.

I moan against her, loving the taste of her. I need more. I switch it up. I let my tongue explore every inch of her p***y, groaning louder with every taste. I push my thumb against her c**t and feel it throb against my fingers. The heat from her radiates against me.

“I am close, already,” she squeals, her legs beginning to shake.

A part of me wants to part and make her wait, continue to edge her on, but I won’t. My urge to taste her is stronger. I pick the speed of my tongue up and put more pressure on her little bundle of nerves. Danielle’s entire body reacts, arching from the bed once again, her legs trembling, and the room fills with her pants.

Her orgasm washes over her, and it doesn’t take long for her climax to hit, and her sweet juices flood my tongue. Groaning, I drink her up greedily, loving the taste of her, something I have been craving since that last night we spent together. Sweat gleams on her skin, and her pants are replaced with her crying out my name. I bring her to her end until she has nothing left, but I don’t stop there. I continue, and I won’t stop until she squirts, something I know that will happen.

“Callan, what are you trying to do to me?” Her words are strained as she struggles to catch her breath.

I don’t answer. I grip her thighs roughly and go to town on her. Her body quakes with pleasure, heat radiating from her p***y onto my face. Her scream echoes through the room as she squirts all over me. Job done! I love a woman squirting all over me. I find it sexy, and it isn’t something all men can accomplish. I can always do so without a single issue. I don’t pull away until her body becomes still beneath. Smirking, I run my tongue all over her p***y, making sure I haven’t missed a drop before I kiss back up her body, towering over her. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted as she breathes heavily, and her face flushed.

“Damn, sweetness, you taste good.”

Danielle opens her eyes, meeting mine, and they are all glazed. “I swear I passed out for a second.”

“Because your body isn’t used to such intense pleasure, and I have only just begun. I can wait to f**k you while cuffed, your body completely mine. Can you handle it?” I question with a dark chuckle.

All she can do is nod. I hope she has because we have a lot to do tonight. She thought our times before were intense; she hasn’t seen anything yet. I plan to push every limit of hers that I possibly can without going too far. All she needs to say is stop if it becomes too much, and I will stop without hesitation.