Page 54 of His Red Carnation

Callan immediately walked to the bed and got onto it, putting his hands and knees underneath his body and looking at me expectantly. Seeing Callan and his muscled, tattooed body waiting for me to fuck him had my pussy pulsing. I grabbed the lube that sat on his dresser and slowly walked to Callan, observing his ass that somehow looked even better propped up for me. I could see the little stainless steel butt plug in his ass as I inched closer to him.

“I’m pulling it out now. Are you ready for me?” I asked, running my hands along his ass.

“I’m ready for you, baby,” he answered softly.

I gently reached for the butt plug and slowly pulled it, hearing him gasp, then dropped it on the floor where he had conveniently laid a towel. I slathered lube onto the dildo and Callan, now experienced to know that with anal, the more lube the better. Callan looked over his shoulder at me, his forehead creased in anticipation.

I took the dildo and slowly pressed the tip into him, waiting for a reaction.

“Oh, fuck,” he breathed out.

“Everything good?” I asked with concern.

“Yes, baby. Keep going,” he quickly responded.

I smiled and bit my lip as I inched into him slowly, his grunts of pleasure turning me on even more. I was finally fully inside of him and started to slowly move my hips.

“Oh, fuck baby. Yes,” he moaned out.

“Yeah, Daddy? You like being fucked?” I grabbed his hips and began to pump quicker.

I had never heard him moan in pleasure so much—it drove me wild. As I turned the vibrator on, I knew that with just a few more thrusts, I’d come easily.

“Oh fuck, Sloane,” he said in between quickened breaths.

I giggled as I began to thrust harder, the friction on my clit, combined with the vibrator and pounding into Callan, pushing me closer to coming.

“I’m gonna come. Fucking your ass feels so good,” I breathed out.

“Oh fuck, baby. Me too.”

We both moaned in pleasure at almost the exact same time, Callan’s loud grunts only intensifying the euphoria of my orgasm.

I had to turn the vibrator off—it was too intense, and my pussy still throbbed with need. I pulled out of Callan and he fell onto the bed on his side, catching his breath. I quickly pulled the harness and dildo off and climbed onto the bed to straddle him. He gave me a sleepy smile as he took my hips.

“How was that?” I asked curiously.

He sighed. “Sloane, that was fucking amazing. You’re such a fucking goddess,” he said as he squeezed my ass.

A blush spread across my cheeks; any compliment from Callan always made me giddy. “Yeah? Well, you’re gonna need to fuck this goddess before we fall asleep. The dildo is fun, but I need your warm cock inside of me.”

Callan’s face grew serious as his lips parted. “You just got me so fucking hard again. Come on, baby,” he said as he sat up and pushed me onto my back, holding my legs to his chest. “Let me please my fucking goddess.”

22

Callan

It was official: I needed to get Sloane a fucking ring. I was going to propose to her. I didn’t know how, but I wanted to have it ready for the right moment. With the way she made me feel, I knew I needed to keep her close so I could feel that way forever. She made me believe I was a good man, someone worthy of love. I didn’t give a fuck about anything else—all I cared about was her.

I was ready to tell Jake, and if he fired me and hated me for it, then so be it. Sloane and I were stronger than whatever the outside world thought. I knew I needed to come clean about my past, but I still couldn’t figure out how to do it. If she found out later without me telling her, I’d look guilty as fuck. But I cared about what she thought of me, and I worried that revealing my history could shift her feelings. Would she be scared of me? Would she feel betrayed? I didn’t know, and that uncertainty was eating me alive inside.

The next morning, we lay in bed after an unexpectedly intense night. Sloane slept soundly in my arms as I recalled how incredible the night before had been. I didn’t realize how fucking good it would feel to be fucked by Sloane. She was a natural at it. And she was so fucking into it that it mademeeven more into it. I would do whatever the fuck she wanted to try, as long as she was happy.

She blinked her eyes open after I watched her sleep for a few minutes. The morning sun crept through the curtains and cast a faint glow to her body.

“Good morning, baby,” I said softly, running my fingers gently across her arm.

She smiled, slowly opening and closing her eyes. “Good morning.”

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