Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65156 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
My hips lift, pushing my pussy against his face. I rub against him, riding him like he said he wanted. I don’t know where this courage is coming from because I’m normally more reserved in the bedroom, but maybe that’s been the problem.
My fingers sink into his hair and I moan loudly as he slides his fingers down to my entrance. “Oh God, don’t stop,” I beg, moving faster against him.
He moans against me, sending a chill up my body and my back arches. He pulls back and I groan, tugging his hair to get him back.
“Hearing my wife beg me is fucking hot, but I promise you, Violet I have no intentions of stopping after this. Not until your orgasm rips through you. Keep riding my face like the greedy girl you are. I’m about to make you see fucking stars.”
Before I can even find my voice his mouth is back on me. He licks, sucks, and nips at me, sending me into overdrive. My body is edging closer to finding its release and I’ve never in my life wanted something so badly.
“Yes, it feels so good,” I cry out, rubbing against his face.
He removes one hand from my thigh and bites down on my clit as he slams two fingers deep inside me.
“Fuck! Oh my God,” I scream and there’s no doubt everyone can hear me. I don’t care though. The only thing I care about is getting the release that I’m so close to finding.
He fucks me with his fingers and what talented fingers they are. If he can make me feel like this with just his finger, I can only imagine what he can do with his cock.
My fingers hold tighter in his hair as he groans. It’s incredibly hot knowing he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
And damn am I enjoying it.
As his fingers work me over, his tongue continues its punishing speed against my very sensitive bundle. I feel my body tightening, edging close to release. I can’t stop moaning as he makes me feel things I’ve never experienced before.
“I’m so close, oh God,” I cry out as my body begins to shake.
I don’t know how it’s possible but his fingers move faster as his tongue ravishes my clit. I can’t fight it, it hits me like a tsunami.
“Yes, Callum, yes!”
My orgasm rips through me, the strongest I’ve ever experienced. Callum continues sucking on my clit as his fingers slam into me, which only causes my release to go on and on. It’s erotic, it’s incredible, it’s life-changing.
After my body drops back down to the air mattress, Callum slowly removes his fingers. He places soft kisses on my pussy, making me smile as I open my eyes. It’s such a sweet gesture, completely the opposite of everything that just happened.
Callum sits back on his haunches and locks his eyes with mine. He doesn’t say a word, just puts his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper, shocked and turned on by the erotic sight.
“Fucking delicious.” He moves, now on top of me, staring down. His eyes are soft as he searches my face. “That will be happening again.”
I smile as I reach up and rest my hand on his handsome face. “That was unbelievable. My husband is very talented.”
He grins down at me and places a soft kiss on my lips. “My wife is sexy as hell.”
We share another kiss, and this one is different. It’s slow, soft, almost tentative, like we’re trying to convey emotions that words haven’t caught up to yet. His lips move against mine with a gentleness that feels intimate, more than just physical. It’s as if we’re speaking without saying a thing, the quiet understanding between us growing with every second.
There’s a depth to it, something that makes my chest tighten in a way I didn’t expect. This kiss isn’t just about passion. It’s about connection. It feels like it means something. Something bigger than what’s happening between these flimsy tent walls, like we’ve crossed an invisible line into something real, something significant. And I don’t want to pull back, because I’m not afraid of it anymore.
I feel his hand settle on my cheek, and his thumb brushes lightly across my skin, sending shivers through my entire body. There’s a tenderness in his touch that’s making it harder to breathe, and I can’t help but lean into it, wanting more.
The kiss lingers, but when we finally pull apart, our foreheads rest against each other. I open my eyes, meeting his, and there’s a softness in them I haven’t seen before, like he’s asking me for something—trust, maybe? A leap of faith? I don’t know exactly, but I’m ready to find out.
I’m ready to discover what this means—for both of us. Because after everything, I realize I want to know him, all of him. And I want him to know me. No more pretending, no more walls. I think we’ve just opened a door we can’t close, and strangely, I’m okay with that.