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I couldn’t stop—driving into her until my vision blurred, until every last drop surged from my balls, spilling so deep inside her I swore she’d taste it on her tongue.
Possession. Ruin. Worship. All in one.
I couldn't wait until her next yoga session.
Chapter 21
Callie
It was liberating—whether I was sat on his cock, riding him like a jockey, or teasing him until he snapped. The freedom to fuck without shame or guilt drove me wild.
At one point, I even considered apologising to Melissa for all the jealous, judgmental thoughts I’d had about her. But then I caught her eyeballing Alistair, and suddenly, I wanted to scratch her eyeballs out and stomp on them.
Not very Christian of me—so I kept those intrusive thoughts to myself, and my mouth shut.
“Babe, what are you wearing?”
“You don’t like it?” I asked, glancing at myself in the mirror.
I turned slightly to the side. You could only just make out the curve of my belly.
“You could be wearing a sack and I’d still want to bend you over,” he said, closing the gap between us. “It’s just… this isn’t your usual style.”
He wrapped his arms around me, and I sagged into him, resting my cheek against his chest. Alistair gave me so much strength. So much peace. And he didn’t even realise it.
“The dress is… respectable,” I murmured. “Respectable in the eyes of my parents.”
They were coming for dinner.
All they knew was that I’d gotten engaged.
My mother’s response had been… indifferent.
My dad was surprised—but as usual, he said nothing.
“You know I’ve got your back, right?” he murmured, his fingers stroking lazy lines along my spine.
“Yeah,” I whispered, tightening my grip around his waist like I could fuse us together.
It was the kind of moment I should’ve bottled—tender, grounding, safe.
Right up until I felt his dick twitch against my stomach.
I lifted my head and glared up at him. That smirk. That infuriating, smug little glint in his eyes.
“Alistair.”
“What?” he said, faux-innocent. “It’s a natural response. You’re warm, soft, and stuffed full with my baby.”
I groaned and pushed my face into his chest. “Try and keep your boner down while my parents are here.”
“No promises,” he muttered, tightening his arms around me and pressing an entirely deliberate grind into my belly. “Maybe if they leave fast, I won’t need to excuse myself for a cold shower.”
I smiled and rubbed my cheek against his broad chest. “I still love you—even with yourmassivedisability.”
He groaned. “Oh, you’re getting it the moment they leave, baby.”
I patted his chest, mock-serious. “We can work through anything as long as we have love,” I said in such a sickly sweet way that even I wanted to barf. Or maybe that was just the baby.
