Page 18 of The Hitman's Virgin
“Tell me you fucking want it,” he said.
“Yes, I want it.”
“Tell me.”
“I want your dick, please, Evander. I want you.”
That was all he needed. He pulled his fingers out of her pussy and quickly eased his zipper down, pulling out his cock. He had no choice but to open the button, to give him a little extraroom. He gritted his teeth because he was so close to coming all over the cheeks of her ass. This woman made him lose his mind.
Lining up the tip to her entrance, he started to slowly ease inside her, going deeper and deeper. He let go of his cock, to hold onto her hips and started to pull her back against him. It was a beautiful sight. When there was just an inch remaining, he couldn’t resist tugging hard, so their bodies slapped together as he joined them completely. He was to the hilt within her.
She cried out as he ran his hands up her sides and cupped her tits, watching as her eyes closed. Her pussy pulsed around his length, and he started to tease her nipples.
“Look at me, beautiful,” he said.
She opened her eyes, and she looked so loved up and fucked. This was perfect, this was how he had imagined taking her for so fucking long. He couldn’t believe he had sat back and waited, not just taken her and fucked her. There had been so many chances and he’d not taken them, just watched her, expecting his obsession to pass. That hadn’t happened. He should have known Callie wasn’t some little fascination, but an obsession he couldn’t cure.
Evander let go of her tits and grabbed her hips as he pulled out of her, watching her eyes, as she looked sad at the thought of his cock not being deep within her cunt. He rewarded her with a hard, deep thrust that made her cry out. He went slow, making her feel every inch, and then he couldn’t help it, he sped up, thrusting inside her, harder and faster, until the sounds that filled the room were ones of them grunting, and the slapping of flesh.
Gritting his teeth, he was close to losing it. He needed to come inside her. He wanted to spill his seed deep into her womb, and have it take. It completely blew his mind that he wanted to make a baby with her.
Callie was everything. All his life, he had taken, killed, and the cycle repeated. He was a man that didn’t deserve happiness, but he craved it with Callie.
“What have you fucking done to me?” he asked.
He didn’t have time to bring her to orgasm, as he filled her one final time, and his seed flooded her cunt, filling her, and as it did, he prayed she would get pregnant. He needed Callie to be pregnant, so when she found out the truth of who he really was, she didn’t run from him.
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Callie was not an idiot. She was not a fool. There were a ton of red flags when it came to Evander. She just didn’t want to see them. The fact he wouldn’t let her go back to her old life at Guy’s Titties was off, even though she never put up a fight. Who in their right mind wanted to work at a place like that if they had a choice?
He seemed to know so much about her, the oddities at the hospital, and now at his home. How he freaked out when she did a little bit of gardening. How he seemed to be dressed a little differently each time he came home. The odd injuries.
She noticed he didn’t talk about his job.
There were strange little pieces that didn’t make any sense. She didn’t respond to them because he had never hurt her. He’d only been there for her, and if she was being honest with herself, she was a little addicted to the sex, and the compliments, and the nice life he had given her in such a short time. She knew alarm bells should be going off inside her head. But she didn’t care. Callie knew she was in blissful denial and didn’t give a shit.
Evander was not who he said he was. But every time he touched her, she felt things she never had before. She looked forward to seeing him, and even if there was a lie between them,she got the feeling he was real with her in every way. Not some creep juggling two families, but something darker. Callie knew she could go snooping around his home, but she didn’t want to. That didn’t build trust, that fed the lie.
Her silk and white negligee felt so soft against her skin. She made herself a hot chocolate, then went and waited in the sitting room. It was getting late. The hours ticked by, and she thought about reading a book, but she was too wired to read.
Part of her brain told her to forget about this and just let it go. She didn’t need to know what Evander did for a living. She didn’t need to know anything, did she? But a tiny part of her brain craved the knowledge, no matter how bad it may be. Lies infected a relationship, and she didn’t want that with Evander. She was ready to not like what he did and still accept it. How bad could it be?
She blew across her hot chocolate and waited. Her mind threw every scenario there was, and at two in the morning, she wasn’t any closer to sleep when Evander finally walked into the house. Like so many other times before, she heard him type in a code. He was a man that cared about his security. He stepped closer and then stopped, and she had a feeling he was already aware she was there.
“I thought you would be in bed,” he said.
Callie stood, and she watched as his gaze roamed her body, from her tits down to her exposed thighs, and back up again.
“I’m not tired,” she said.
Her stomach was twisted into knots, because she didn’t know what to say. If she pushed, he could push her away, and that was the last thing she wanted. Her insecurities flared strong.
“You wanted to wait up for me?” he asked.
Callie looked at him and knew it would be easy to fall into his arms, just forget about this, but she wanted to make this real. Forever.
“What do you do?” she whispered.
