Page 31 of Her Nightshade

He gave a brief laugh, then turned his attention back to Sloane and Ana. But something in me itched to push back, to make it clear I wasn’t just some pushover.

“You and Jake were pretty close, right? Are you still? I mean, even after what he did to Ana…to his family?”

His eyes snapped back to mine, a flicker of anger in his expression. “Nah, man. Fuck that. We don’t speak anymore.” His jaw clenched and for a moment, the room seemed to still around us. But then Ana and Sloane laughed, blissfully unaware of our conversation.

“I guess it would be difficult, hm?” I murmured, keeping my tone neutral, almost sympathetic. “I mean, with Sarah being your ex…then everything she did. With him.Tohim.” I let my gaze linger on him, challenging him.

Callan narrowed his eyes. “Sarah’s a fucking nutcase. So is Jake for doing that shit.”

“Right,” I agreed sarcastically, giving a slight nod. “It was all on them.”

He didn’t respond, but I thought he might stand up or cause a scene. I quickly decided to shift, keeping my tone casual, almost friendly. “Can I get you a drink? Got some whiskey that’s just begging to be poured.” I offered him a faint smile, as if I were simply trying to be a good host, but evenIknew he was sober. I just wanted to continue to jab, remind him of all his weaknesses.

His face hardened, barely masking his irritation. “No. I don’t drink.”

“Oh, sorry,” I replied, feigning surprise. I let a small smirk tug at my lips as I rose from my chair and made my way to the liquor cabinet, casting him a brief glance over my shoulder, a quiet taunt lingering in the air.

“Ana, love, can I get you a drink?” I called out, catching her attention with a warm smile, then turned to Sloane. “Sorry, Sloane. I’d offer, but…a little too young for that, yeah?” My eyes flicked briefly to Callan, letting a hint of judgment settle there, even though I didn’t give a fuck.

“Cabernet, please,” Ana replied with a nod, but then glanced over at Callan. “Actually, no, it’s okay.”

Callan shook his head. “No, go ahead, Ana. It doesn’t bother me.”

I flashed a quick smile. “Perfect. One cabernet coming up.” I poured the glass, savoring the hint of tension that hung between us, then poured a whiskey for myself.

“Callan and I wanted to wander around for a bit,” Sloane said, standing up and casting a quick glance at Callan before turning her attention to me and Ana. “Did you guys want to join us?”

I caught the way Callan’s shoulders tightened and it was so fucking satisfying to see him on edge like that.

“No, baby, that’s okay,” Ana replied, standing up as well and reaching for her plate. “You two enjoy your time. We’ll meet back at home later.”

I took a casual swig of my drink, watching as they said their goodbyes. Sloane gave me a cheerful wave as she headed for the door. “Thanks for dinner, Charlie! We’ll see you later?”

I nodded, raising my glass with a slight smirk. “Absolutely.”

* * *

I found myself sprawled on the bed, my hands gripping Ana’s soft, irresistible thighs as she straddled me, her ass filling my view. She held my hard cock in her grip, stroking me slowly, teasingly, before backing up to align herself just above my mouth.

“Eat my pussy, baby,” she commanded, rolling her hips with a slow, steady rhythm.

I moaned, diving in without hesitation, my tongue sliding over her slick cunt, savoring every reaction as she shivered above me.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” she purred, her voice filled with pleasure. “You know exactly how to please me, baby. Such a good boy.”

Her hand tightened around me, strokes growing faster. I felt a warm line of spit slipping down my length, adding to the pulsing heat building between us. I moaned, the sound vibrating through her as I flicked my tongue over her clit, my hands spreading and squeezing her ass, holding her steady above me. It took everything in me to keep my own release in check; I couldn’t letmi diosadown.

Ana’s breaths came faster, her moans spilling out as her hips rocked above me. “Yes!” she cried, her voice catching as she began to ride my face harder, chasing her release. “Fuck, baby. I’m coming,” she gasped, her pleasure cresting.

I slowed my tongue, letting her savor every second of her climax as her hips slowed, trembling above me. But I wasn’t done; I lifted my head, trailing my tongue along her ass, tasting every part of her. She gasped, but her hips began to move again, as if neither of us could pull away, drawn into each other all over again.

“Dios mío,yes,” she moaned deeply, her voice reverberating through me. Suddenly, I felt her warm mouth over my cock, her head moving quickly as she took me deeper, and something inside me snapped. I lifted my hips, matching her rhythm, my body responding instinctively as I buried my tongue in her ass, my hands gripping her thighs. She moaned against me, her thighs tensing around my face as another orgasm ripped through her, her body shaking in my hands.

I held back, barely hanging on, desperate for her permission to let go but needing to give her more, to bring her back to that edge again. She pulled her mouth from me, breathless, glancing over her shoulder with that devious smile that undid me every time. She swung her leg over, shifting to face me, her beautiful,big tits taking over my view as she lowered herself onto her knees. My gaze trailed over her perfect, beautiful body.

Her skin glistened and I took in every detail—the softness of her thighs, the stretch marks that traced her inner thighs and curved along her soft belly, the strength in her that drove me wild. She was all I wanted, all I needed, and as she moved closer, I felt an overwhelming urge to worship her. She was powerful, radiant, a goddess in every sense, and I was completely at her mercy, desperate to lose myself in her over and over.

“Lift your knees,” she ordered, snapping me out of my reverie. I did as she said, setting my feet flat on the bed, anticipation thrumming through me.

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