Page 156 of Callan

He doesn’t stop until a peak of pleasure is about to rise in both of us.

My body hurts, but it’s all worth it.

When we begin our journey, he pushes his hand under me. The second he touches my clit, it takes only a few skillful strokes, and my neck tenses up and my lips part, calling his name.

It blows my mind.

The third time, I’m on all fours, my head bowed down, my elbows on the pillows, my restraints on.

He grabs my hips hard and enters me again with great ease as I’m like a fountain, trickling wetness, before pounding into me like there’s no tomorrow.

This feels like raw punishment.

And torturous bliss.

Every time he rams into me, my body jolts.

And what am I against his force?

A flower against a dark storm.

A butterfly facing the harshest wind.

A cloud chased away.

I don’t come the third time around, but he does, blasting his load, having no mercy for my frame.

His fingers rip into me once he pulls out and strokes himself with his free hand until the last drop of tension drains from his body.

A few moments later, he crashes next to me, allows me to close my legs, and pushes his hand between them.

All that tension that had nowhere to escape moments ago finds its way out. A soft throbbing morphs into a hard, demanding pulse when I call his name again, telling him how close I am to coming.

His hand burns with heat against my flesh, and two fingers slide into me before I’m done with a big smile on my face.

MACKENZIE

The second dayof Christmas

He pullsthe car to a stop two blocks from where I live.

The park is nearby, but this isn’t that kind of ride.

The last two days have been the best two days of my life.

We had good food and amazing sex, and we even walked outside his property on a beautiful, snaking road lined with old trees decked out in snow.

Somehow, we established a routine in only two days—it’s hard to believe—and we loved it.

It was like our honeymoon. A two-day honeymoon.

Yet today, I knew our adventure would come to an end.

He checked his phone more often, and I saw the verdict in his eyes.

It was time to end it.

After having sex for the third time this afternoon, his hand rested on me a little longer, almost nostalgic that our time together had come to an end.

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