Page 40 of His Red Carnation

“Yeah?” I shifted on the bed and took my cock out as I began to stroke myself.

Sloane licked her lips as she slunk her naked body to the floor on her knees. I hadn’t even realized her phone was still in her hand until her lips wrapped around the head of my cock and the makeshift mirror appeared beside us. There was something even fucking hotter about knowing I’d be able to watch this later.

“That’s right, baby.” I took my hands and grabbed her hair behind her head so I could see all of her pretty fucking face. “Take in Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

Fuck, did I just call myself Daddy? Who fucking cares, she’s into it. Sloane moaned as she bobbed her head up and down, her eyes alternating between mine and the camera.

“Look at you, baby. So fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth. You want me to fuck your face, my sweet girl?”

She smiled with my cock still in her mouth. “Mmmhmm,” she moaned out.

God damn. My hips began to move up and down quickly as Sloane drooled on my cock, gagging but never looking away from me.

“Fuck, Sloane. Where do you want me to come?” I couldn’t hold off any longer—the whole concept of my cock in her mouth on camera pushed me over the edge.

“Mmm-mmmm—” She tried to speak as I slowed my hips; I chuckled to keep myself from coming.

“Your mouth, baby?”

She eagerly nodded, tears streaming down her face. I instantly continued to fuck her face, holding her head in place, making sure not to block the view for the camera. Her moans made my cock burst and pleasure took over my body, my throat grunting like a wild fucking animal.

I looked down at Sloane after I finished and she removed her mouth from my cock, swallowing my load with a smile.

“Mmm, so fucking tasty,” she said sweetly.

Fuck. I was ready to go again.

She threw her phone on the bed, pushed me down on my back, and straddled me with her wet pussy teasing my cock. She leaned down and trailed gentle kisses on my chest before looking up at me with a smile. “My turn.”

17

Sloane

Callan and I had one more full day before we needed to head back to DC. I was seriously considering just living in our hotel and never returning; I loved focusing solely on each other, exploring each other’s bodies, and lounging around while we chatted. I kept thinking about the possibility of attending UC Berkeley, but I was certain I didn’t want to go on campus. I wasn’t even sure if they had an online program for Women’s and Gender Studies. I’d need to do some research and figure out my options—just not yet.

The only downside to spending so much time with Callan was the guilt I could see weighing on him about our relationship. He kept trying to find reasons to gently push me away, and I continually argued against it. I wasn’t sure when, or if, he would ever be completely okay with us being together. Would it be easier once Dad was out of office? Would time change things? The only thing holding me back from announcing ourrelationship was Dad. Otherwise, I would have proudly shouted it from the rooftops.

There were so many reasons for me to love Callan. He was deep, whether he wanted to acknowledge it or not; his mind was always active and engaged. He was open-minded, seemingly unafraid of being challenged by a smart woman—in fact, he seemed to enjoy it. He was sweet, caring, kind, and protective. And it didn’t hurt that he was easily the hottest guy I’d ever laid eyes on. I was pretty sure I’d always had a thing for older men. Was it the books I read? Was it because I was mature for my age? Even my mom didn’t seem upset by our relationship. I knew it made sense, whether Callan wanted to admit it or not.

I woke up to the sun high in the sky. Callan was already up making coffee, and I admired his shirtless body as he moved around, unaware I was watching him.

“Good morning, sunshine,” I said quietly as I sat up.

He turned to me with a surprised smile, setting his coffee down before crawling onto the bed, pushing me onto my back and hovering over me.

“Good morning, baby.” He smiled sweetly.

I placed my hands on his strong, muscled arms. “Let’s do something today. We haven’t seen much around here. How about the Golden Gate Bridge?” I was trying to persuade him before we ended up staying in bed and fucking all day, which wouldn’t have been a bad idea, either.

“Yeah? I’d love to. I was actually going to suggest a hike. We could find a desolate trail and fuck in nature.”

He was in a good mood—horny but cheerful. I liked it.

“That sounds amazing.”

I loved seeing Callan in his casual clothes almost as much as I loved seeing him naked. He threw on a sweater and gray sweatpants, and I nearly had a heart attack when I caught sight of his massive bulge, practically begging for my touch. I put onleggings and a fitted zip-up sweater, hoping to tease him just as much as he was unknowingly teasing me.

As I slipped on my tennis shoes, Callan answered his phone. I watched as a smile spread across his face while he listened. “Thanks. Be down in a minute.” He hung up and raised his eyebrows at me. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

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