Page 36 of The Hitman's Virgin
There was no way he’d make it back to the bedroom. Rather, he hoisted her higher and carried her around the corner to the kitchen. He set her on the edge of the granite island, then reached under her to remove her panties. She helped him by wiggling back and forth. Then she lifted her arms as he slipped off the oversized t-shirt she liked to wear around the house.
She was braless. He growled as he took in every inch of her. Her tits were huge, sloping out into tempting peaks.
“You’re all mine,” he said. Evander leaned down and painted around her areola with his tongue before sucking her nipple into his mouth. She cried out, tossing her head back.
He kissed down her body, over her soft stomach, and down her thighs. When he reached her knees, he spread her legs apart as far as they could go, exposing her completely. Her pussy was pink and perfect, begging him to devour her.
“Such a pretty pussy.”
He leaned over and lapped at her folds, making her cry out. Then he stood back up.
“I don’t think you’re ready. You should rest.”
The look on her face was exactly what he wanted to see. She wanted him between her legs, and he loved the way her lips appeared swollen and eyes glassy when she was horny.
“Evander!”
He obliged her, suckling her clit until her body relaxed on the island, her hands searching for anything to anchor her. He savored her, fucking her with his tongue and bringing her close to the edge. Her little bud was ripe and he was relentless as he sucked her, enjoying her thrash and moan for release. Only he didn’t let her cross over. Not yet.
As he pulled back, she reached for him. “Please…”
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you.”
He unzipped and kicked off his pants. She clawed at his shirt, helping him remove it. Once he had his cock in his hand, he tugged her to the edge of the counter and impaled himself deep into her hot little cunt.
Evander groaned. She felt tight and wet and perfect. He’d been waiting so long for this moment, and it was worth the wait. He fucked her hard, holding each hip, ramming his dick inside her. She held his shoulders, spurring him on with her nails. They’d have endless nights for tenderness, but tonight wasn’t one of them. He needed to claim his woman hard and fast. Her pussy was pulsing around him, so close to coming all over his dick.
“Come for me, Callie. Let me feel you milking my cock.”
He worked her faster and deeper, pulling her hair until she finally cried out, the orgasm rushing through her body. He could feel it, her body tightening all around him. It was all he needed to come inside her, pumping until he was completely spent. He pulled out and scooped her body into his arms, carrying her to their bedroom.
“I’m too heavy,” she said as he carried her up the final steps to their room.
“You’re not too heavy.”
He used his foot to open the door and set her on the bed. She was fucking luscious, and he wouldn’t change a thing about her. Evander exhaled as he settled into bed next to her, tucking her up close to his side. Byron was gone, and they were safe. He’d be smarter next time, but it wouldn’t matter. He wasn’t giving her up. Callie was still his obsession, but he’d take care of her. Love her. Make her life worth living.
“I was so scared that night,” she confessed. “I thought we were going to die.”
“You were so brave.”
“I wasn’t,” she said. “You were. You never lose your cool.”
“Are you kidding me? I was terrified of losing you. I would have searched the world and turned it upside down until I found you.” He kissed her forehead.
“You’re the only one who ever made me feel special.” She closed her eyes, cuddling up closer.
“And I’m going to help you make all your dreams come true.”
Soon, they’d have that little dog retirement sanctuary out back on his sprawling country estate. What made her happy, surprisingly made him happy. He guessed that’s how love worked.
She was his. He may not deserve her, but he’d spend the rest of his life loving her.
The End
