Page 27 of His Red Carnation

“Didn’t get enough last night?” I teased, stepping into the shower and eyeing his hard cock.

He grinned, his eyes dark with desire. “I woke up and saw your beautiful body, but I didn’t want to wake you, so I came in here instead.”

I tried to hold back my smile, but it crept up anyway. “Next time, wake me up. I don’t want to miss any ofthis.” I gestured to his body, my eyes lingering.

He slid his hand to the back of my head, pulling me in for a tender kiss. My pussy was instantly dripping, and it wasn’t just from the water streaming down our bodies. My hands found his cock, and I began to stroke it slowly with both hands. He moaned into my mouth, slipping one hand between my legs and quickly sliding a finger inside me.

“It’s dangerous for us to be alone like this. We’re never gonna fucking get anything done,” he breathed against my lips.

I giggled, leaning into him. “What’s wrong with that?”

“Fuck, I just want to feel your wet pussy for the rest of my life. Stay here with me and never leave,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.

“I think they’d come looking for us,” I teased, my eyes fluttering open as I stroked him faster.

He stared down at me, slipping another finger inside and pressing his thumb to my clit. The sensation made my breath hitch.

“I want to feel you come on my fingers,” he growled, his voice low and possessive. “I want this tight pussy to clench around them, and then I’m gonna come all over your pretty face.”

Holy shit. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to come all over my face and then help me lick it clean.”

He moaned and pushed me against the shower wall, his fingers moving faster, thumbing my pussy with determined precision.

“I’m gonna come,” I gasped, my hips bucking toward his hand as I lost my rhythm on his cock, my eyes squeezing shut.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me,” he growled in my ear.

The sensation of his hard cock in my hand and his fingers inside me sent a powerful orgasm ripping through me, a scream escaping my lips as Callan groaned loudly. When I opened my eyes, he pushed me down onto the shower floor, stroking himself furiously.

“Open your mouth, my pretty little slut,” he commanded, his voice thick with pleasure. I did as he said, and he released his load onto my mouth, chest, and face.

His warm cum covered me, and I brought a finger to my breast, swirling it in the liquid before bringing it to my lips. I looked up at him, moaning exaggeratedly as I tasted him.

I smiled. “So tasty, Daddy.”

His eyes widened with arousal as he lifted me up, kissing me hard. Then he pulled back and began licking his cum off my chest. The sight of him tasting himself off my body turned me on more than I ever imagined.

“You’re fucking amazing, baby,” he murmured, pausing to press a kiss to my cheek.

“I’m so happy, Callan. I don’t want this to end,” I admitted, a flicker of fear rising in my chest as I remembered the realization I had last night.

His eyebrows twitched slightly as he looked down at me, confused. “It’s not going to end. We’re gonna make this work, baby. You’re mine, remember? I’m all yours.”

I felt tears well up, surprised by the surge of emotion. It was hitting me—his guilt over us being together, the weight of it all. I was terrified that eventually, it would take over, and he’d leave me.

“Hey…baby. It’s okay. I love you,” he said, wrapping his arms around me tightly. “Fuck.”

My heart dropped to my knees. I pulled back, looking up at him, my heart racing. He looked terrified.

“You love me?” I asked quietly, my voice trembling.

He nodded slowly, and the moment he did, I felt an overwhelming surge of joy.Yes. FUCK yes.

“I love you too. So now you’re stuck with me,” I said, grinning.

He laughed, nodding. “And that makes me the fucking luckiest man on earth.”

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