Page 76 of His Red Carnation

“Rub your needy clit, baby. Eyes on me while you come on my cock,” he demanded in my ear as he inched his other hand up to my neck, lightly squeezing.

My hand trailed down to my clit and I began to furiously rub myself, close to climax as I watched us in the mirror. Seeing Callan’s hand around my throat as his body pounded against mine, my boobs bouncing up and down, and his cock hitting just right suddenly had my pussy seizing around him. My eyes involuntarily closed as a wave of pleasure coursed through my core, and Callan’s grip on my throat tightened as he grunted deeply.

“Come on, baby. Get on your knees. I need you to finish what you started this morning,” he growled, his voice thick with need. My eyes fluttered open, locking with his intense gaze, as I slowly pulled off of him and lowered myself in front of him.

He held his cock in his hand as he eyed my body, then put his other hand softly to my cheek. “Open wide, baby girl,” he ordered gently.

My mouth shot open, the sight of Callan’s thick cock in his hand sending a tingle to my pussy. All of a sudden, he rammed his cock into my mouth, taking both hands to the side of my head and fucking my face. I steadied myself on my knees with one hand on my thigh, and I couldn’t help myself from rubbing my clit again, needing more release. The force from his thrusts made it hard to look up at him, but I caught a glimpse of his wild, widened eyes as he stared down at me, his full lips parted and his brows pulled together in concentration. My pussy began to seize again, just as Callan let out a deep, guttural moan and his warm cum shot to the back of my throat. I let out a quiet moan of satisfaction, my eyes locked on his face as it contorted into a look of sheer pleasure.

I swallowed every last drop as my mouth parted from his cock, licking my lips with the mixture of his taste and mine.

“Fuck, baby. You’re my fucking dream girl,” Callan breathed, putting his thumb to my lips and stroking gently.

I smiled as I looked up at him. “Next time, I wantyouon your knees.”

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We sat restlessly in Mom’s office, the tension thick in the air as we waited for any kind of update. I kept glancing toward the door, itching to join her during the interrogation with Dad,but Callan reassured me that they probably needed to handle this alone. Still, my mind wouldn’t stop racing—Dad and Sarah together? It didn’t make sense. Sure, she was beautiful, but why would he cheat on Mom, who he was desperately in love with? And with someone they both knew, someone they had never really gotten along with. The thought twisted in my chest, making it harder to breathe. I couldn’t imagine what life was going to be like if my mom and dad weren’t together.

Callan held my hand as I stared out the window at the long stretch of grass, my thoughts tangled. Even with him beside me, the minutes we waited felt endless, every second stretching on in torturous silence. Then, when my mom finally walked in, her face sullen, eyes swollen and red from tears, I knew instantly what had happened. The truth I had dreaded was written all over her face.

“Mom,” I said softly, standing up and taking her hand. “What happened? What did he say?”

I glanced at Callan, and without a word, he nodded, instantly understanding that this was something I needed to face with her alone. He quietly slipped out the door, closing it gently behind him, leaving us alone.

“Your father didn’t even have to say anything. Sarah sent me a video of them while I was walking over there,” she said, holding her phone up briefly before tossing it onto the couch in disgust. “And hestilldenied it.La madre que te pario,” she spat, her voice sharp as she cursed him in Spanish. The words hit me like a punch to the chest, tightening with a mix of grief and anger.

“Mom, I’m…” I began, but the words caught in my throat. What could I say? Not only had my dad shattered his marriage, but he had broken our family, too.How could he? Why would he do this to us?

“Come on, baby. Pack a bag. We’re getting out of here,” she said suddenly, her voice still thick with emotion as she sniffled and turned on her heel, heading for the door.

I didn’t hesitate or question her. I just followed, feeling the weight of the situation settle in. As we stepped into the hall, I saw Callan waiting, his eyes searching mine as we moved toward him.

“Don’t ask me any questions, Callan. Not yet,” Mom said firmly as she marched past him.

He locked eyes with me, concern written all over his face, but I shook my head, trying to keep my tears at bay. All I could do was take his hand and follow my mom.

A few minutes later, Callan and I sat at the piano in the hallway, waiting for her. After I explained everything that had happened, he shook his head, his gaze drifting down the hall.

“And I thought us being together was bad,” he joked lightly, trying to ease the tension, but I couldn’t even manage a smile. I just frowned, the weight of everything still too heavy to let any humor in.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he added, placing his hand gently on my thigh. “I don’t know what the fuck to say, so I’ll just keep my mouth shut. I’m just…fuck,” he muttered, frustration clear in his voice.

His choice of words caught me off guard, and despite everything, I let out a small giggle. In that brief moment, the weight felt just a little lighter. I was grateful he was there—he was my rock through all of this, steady when everything else felt like it was falling apart. I couldn’t imagine going through this without him by my side.

Just then, a door at the end of the hall slammed shut, and out came my mom with a suitcase in tow. Her steps were purposeful, her expression set with determination as she stopped at the top of the stairs.

“Where are your things?” she asked, already sounding exasperated.

I glanced at Callan, then back at her. “Most of my stuff is at Callan’s,” I replied with a shrug.

Mom nodded, a flicker of relief crossing her face. “Okay, good. Let’s go. Callan, we’ll take your SUV.” She didn’t wait for a response as she headed for the stairs, her focus sharp.

We didn’t even make it out the door before Dad’s voice echoed down the hall, frantic and panicked.

“Ana! Where are you going? You can’t just leave—where are you going?” he demanded, Leo and Julian trailing closely behind him.

“Wherever the fuck you’re not,tramposo hijo de puta,” Mom shot back, her voice sharp and resolute as she kept walking, not even sparing him a glance.

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