and I don’t miss the sharp intake of breath he releases when I say it now.
“Please.” I realized very early on that he likes to hear me beg. It’s not the same as when I was forced to beg for mercy with Jeremy. Rocker loves my pleasure. He even confessed once that getting me off takes him closer to the edge than any woman has been able to before. I swam in that power each and every time we were together, and it’s a heady feeling being able to turn a man on that much.
“What do you need?” he whispers, his fingers teasing mere centimeters from where a couple of quick strokes has the ability to send me skyrocketing.
“You,” I moan when he sucks half of my breast into his warm mouth. “Fuck me, please.”
“Do you want to come?”
I nod my head, a fervent shake that leaves me dizzy.
“Yes.”
“May I take these off?” His fingers tangle in the fabric of my panties at my hips and I answer him with an upward tuck of my ass. “So fucking perfect. Can you feel how wet you are for me?”
I don’t answer because he already knows the answer. He can read my body like he’s already living inside of it. He knows the cool air of the room is hitting the arousal between my legs. He knows from the chill bumps on my skin that I love the feeling of his hot breath mixed with that very same air. He knows so much just by one look.
“Always ready for me.” He traces the area of my body, where my leg meets my torso, with one thick finger, chuckling at my neediness when I shift my hips to urge his finger over just an inch.
“Please,” I beg.
“I love how you smell.” He nips at the inside of one thigh. “How you taste.”
“Callum.”
How long is the man going to make me beg? I look down at him, finding his eyes focused right back up at me, and it leaves me feeling vulnerable. Tears threaten when his mouth opens; his hot, pink tongue tipping out to press against my clit.
“Be patient, baby. You know how much this turns me on. The sight of this perfect little hole.”
I spread my legs wider, urging him to look all he wants.
I cringed the first time he used the word hole in regard to my lady parts. Like nearly almost gagged, but then he lowered his mouth, then praised me for my taste and the way I clench around his fingers and his cock. Now the word makes me quiver, a slight prelude to the way I’ll contract when he finally lets me come.
“Never seen a more perfect pussy in my life.” His eyes lower, head only an inch or two from the most intimate part of my body, and I’m on fire for this man.
“Callum,” I groan, my frustration growing to the point he smiles against my flesh.
He knows exactly what he’s doing, and I’m seriously considering the fact that he’s a sadist.
Refusing to play his game right now, I look up at the ceiling and do my best to block him. It’s impossible of course with his hands on me and his hot breath skating over my body.
“Are you sulking?” He punctuates his question by sucking my clit into his mouth, but he pulls away when I roll my hips.
I could easily move my arms from over my head and get myself off in mere seconds, but it wouldn’t hit me the same way.
“I want to come,” I ground out, my words rushing past clenched teeth.
“And I want you to come too.” He licks me again, this time stiffening the tip of his tongue so it hits me in the most perfect way possible. “Are you ready?”
I look back down at him, nodding enthusiastically.
“Ask me nicely.”
I grind my teeth, stubborn as the day is long, but it only takes a few seconds of looking down at him before I break.
“Please make me come.”
Before I can obey him, two fingers slide into my pussy, curling immediately as his mouth latches onto my clit. I count five thrusts inside of me before my back is arching off the bed. My arms move, fingers finding the top of his head with the first contraction of my core.
He hums into me, pleased that he’s controlling my orgasms, and he doesn’t relent until I’m shaking and begging him to stop.
I open my legs wider when he finally comes up for air, ready