Page 46 of His Red Carnation

We made our way up the stairs and down the hall, first stopping at my room.

“You can just put my bag on the bed,” I said as I kicked off my Converse.

Callan smiled as he carefully set my overnight bag down. “I’m gonna hate sleeping in the room next to you. So close but so fucking far,” he mumbled, watching me as he sat on the edge of the bed.

My eyes flickered to the door, then back to him. I quickly walked over, shut it, and locked it.

“Baby, we can’t,” he moaned, disappointment evident in his voice.

I turned to him with a smile. “The door is locked. Let’s make out,” I teased as I flipped my hair and slowly walked to him.

He shook his head but he didn’t hesitate to take my hips and pull me onto him. I straddled him as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and began to grind my hips onto him.

“Such a naughty fucking girl, aren’t you?” He took one hand to my hair and wrapped it around his fist. He tugged my hairback and then planted his lips on my neck, his warm tongue gently swirling around my skin.

“Only for you, Daddy,” I whined, my pussy wet as I felt his hard cock beneath me.

“I want to fuck you so hard that I split you into two, baby,” he continued, inching his hand down into the back of my leggings and grabbing my ass.

I was so turned on by his touch and his voice that I began to work my hips faster, grinding my pussy against him.

“Make me come. I need you,” I moaned into his ear.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, then quickly removed his hand from my hair and stuck his middle finger into my mouth. I got it slick and felt him pull my ass cheek with his other hand. Before I knew it, he was putting his wet finger into my ass.

“Oh my God.” I suppressed the loud moan that tried to escape my throat. “I’m gonna come,” I whispered.

My hips continued, the pleasure from Callan’s finger in my ass overwhelming as my pussy began to throb with pleasure. I let out a moan and Callan quickly covered my mouth with his hand, making me giggle as my orgasm peaked. Soon after, Callan grunted quietly in my ear, lifting his hips up and down as if he were coming too.

As my hips slowed, he let go of my mouth and removed his finger from me.

“Did you just come too?” I smiled at him as I widened my eyes.

He laughed. “Fuck yes I did. My cock was aching and I figured this was as close as we were gonna get here.”

It turned me on knowing he came just from him pleasuring me as I dry humped him.

“Now I gotta go change my fucking pants,” he teased, standing up and gently putting me to my feet.

“I miss you, Callan.” I took his hand to stop him. “I love you. I need to hear it from you too.” I hated feeling so insecure about us in that moment.

He paused and gently placed his tattooed fingers on my chin. “I love you, Sloane Gabriela Martin. Someday you’re gonna be my wife,” he whispered, then pressed his lips to mine.

I melted into his kiss. If we could, I’d marry him right then and there. As we slowly parted, he walked to the door.

“Put on something easy to pull down for the hike. Just in case,” he said, eyeing me with a sly smile before opening the door.

“Yes, Daddy,” I replied quietly as he shut the door behind him.

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I changed my bottoms before heading downstairs to wander around. I found Dad in the living room on his laptop, and he looked up and smiled at me, patting the couch beside him.

“Come sit, sweetie. I feel like I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

“You working already?” I asked as I settled down next to him.

He smiled and closed his laptop, setting it on the coffee table in front of us. He draped his arm over the back of the couch, resting it behind my shoulders.

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