Page 20 of Edge
His name on my lips was a plea, my body trembling under his touch.
“Be a good girl and keep those thighs open for me. Don’t make me hold them there.”
Doing as he asked, I pressed my palms against my inner thighs. He grinned up at me. “There she is. My good girl.”
I preened under his praise, my orgasm quickly building as he devoured me like a man starved. I writhed, my hips bucking against his mouth. My cries grew louder as I teetered on the edge of release, but then he paused, and I nearly whimpered in frustration.
“Who do you belong to, Callie?” His voice was firm and demanding, his green gaze locked on mine.
“Who…?” My mind was hazy, but his determined expression pulled me back.
“Say it, baby,” he ordered. “Tell me who you belong to.”
“Really?” I snapped, my voice sharp with need as I tried to get his tongue back where it belonged.
His tongue slowly circled my clit, sucking it into his mouth, and I moaned, my resolve crumbling. When he let it pop free, he growled, “Who?”
A thrill shot through me, and I whispered, “You.”
“That was too quiet for me to hear you, baby.”
I let out a frustrated growl, my body aching for release. “You! I belong to you, Tatum! Only ever you!”
His grin was triumphant, and he buried his face between my legs, attacking with relentless hunger. It didn’t take long before I flew over the edge, screaming as pleasure consumed me. My body shook, my core clenching as waves of ecstasy rolled through me.
Before I could catch my breath, he lowered his zipper, freeing his cock. Then he spread my legs wide, my swollen, glistening center exposed and begging for him. Pulling me closer until my butt was at the edge of the counter, he lined himself up with my entrance. Grabbing my hips, he brought me upright as he thrust forward, filling me completely in one powerful push.
I gasped, the sensation of him hitting deep inside me overwhelming. My body pitched toward him, and I clung to him, my pussy gripping him tightly.
“Fuck!” He’d taken me so many times since that first night, but he was so big that I always felt that first thrust. “Breathe. Let me in. Yeah—just like that. Feel me stretch you open.”
“Yes,” I panted, digging my nails into his shoulders and giving my hips an experimental wiggle.
Once he knew I could take him fully, Tatum braced his hands on the island and started to pump his hips, each thrust driving him deeper. I was falling onto him with every retreat, the angle making it feel like he was claiming every inch of me.
“Oh fuck, Callie,” he groaned, and I squeezed my inner muscles around him, drawing a shudder from him. “So good, baby. Fuck, yeah! Gonna ruin you for anyone else. No man will ever touch what I claimed.”
“Tatum,” I cried, my voice breaking as he shifted, hitting the perfect spot with every thrust. “Oh yes...oh! Harder! Yes!”
“Come, Callie,” he demanded, his voice strained. “Come on my cock, baby. Take it all, everything I have. Milk my dick until nothing is left. I’ll fill you up so good you’ll think about me every time you walk.”
My walls fluttered, and I screamed his name as I exploded, my pussy clamping down so tightly it felt like I’d never let him go. He pounded into me a few more times, then bellowed, his climax hitting as he shuddered, filling me with hot jets of come that spilled down my legs.
The world stilled, and he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “Every time, I think it’s the best it will get, and then you prove me wrong,” he murmured.
I giggled, the movement causing my walls to squeeze his still-hard cock, and we both moaned at the sensation.
He wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck.
“Hold on, baby,” he said, carrying me to the bed. He fell onto it, keeping himself buried inside me.
I yawned, resting my head on his chest, and glared up at him playfully. He laughed, pulling off his shirt and reluctantly sliding out of me to remove his jeans. Then he lifted me back onto his cock, guiding my head down until I was splayed across his body.
“Look at you—wrecked and mine. That’s how I like you.”
His hand traced soft circles on my back, and I felt myself drifting, safe and sated in his arms as sleep pulled me under.
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