Page 98 of The Other Side
“I-it’s too much,” I gasp. “It’s too m—”
“It’s not,” he clips. “Cut it out.”
His command drives my eyes to his. He alters his hips at an angle that licks that sweet spot inside of me. My face drops in awe, my body convulsing with the oncoming quakes.
“Yeess, fucking give it to me, baby,” he groans.
He tweaks my nipple and caresses my clit, drilling me until a blinding swell of pressure bursts at my core. My head bucks again, but his palm cups the back of it before it can land on the pillow.
“No, no. Watch my cock make your little pussy come,” he orders. “Keep those pretty eyes open.”
I moan, watching myself pulsate around him. My legs tremble viciously, and Brant breathes a light sigh of victory.
He rests a palm on my inner thigh to steady it. “Oh, yeah. You like that,” he purrs, his pumps slowing. “You’re doing so good, baby. Good girl. Good girl. That’s it.”
My belly contracts with every pang of pleasure. I lather him in my cum, digging my fingers into his biceps when he gasps.
“Fuck, Callie. Shit.”
He pumps into me through my orgasm—the scene positively primal.
Feral.
But so damn peaceful knowing it’s him I’m finally wrapped around.
The balloon of relief finally pops. Bursting into sprinkles of glitter that shimmer over the darkest and loneliest parts of me.
His forehead meets mine, the tender contact inciting a rush into my veins. His fingers caress my scalp, and I continue to spasm around him.
Erotic shocks pop my body, and I can’t hold on any longer. My head falls back into the mattress, but his palms are already swiping my damp locks from my temples.
His soft touch jolts my hands to cradle his face. I crash his scorching lips against mine, his stubble grating me as he nestles himself to the hilt.
He’s rock solid when he snakes his palms under my ass. He lifts us up, and a squeak pries from my mouth.
He swiftly arranges us so he’s sitting at the foot of the bed. His cock slips out of me, and we shuffle a bit until I’m straddling him.
His hands nudge the last few frayed strands from my forehead, and I waste no time easing onto him.
Oh, my heart.
“Memorize that vision,” he says lowly, gulping in the next breath. “Because the next time you ever think about laying down with another man, know that we don’t ever break. Do you feel it, Callie?”
His squinted eyes search my face. There’s a glint of hunger flickering in his hazel stare. He tenderly tucks my hair behind my ear, and I cup the back of his neck with my palms.
“Yes, I do,” I whisper. Then I shake my head against his clammy forehead. “Never again.”
He unravels one of my hands from behind his neck, planting a kiss to my bare knuckle. “Apologize for accepting another man’s ring on this finger. My fucking finger,” he rasps.
“I’m sorry,” I breathe.
He palms the back of my head to bring my lips against his. “With that sweet cunt,” he murmurs. “Show me how sorry you are.”
I tangle my arms around him, and my hips rock back and forth. When I gradually dig deeper, he slaps and kneads my plump ass cheek.
I yelp at the harsh contact. It elicits the string of excitement inside me once more, and his hands cuddle my throat. I’m practically bouncing on top of his cock now.
“Fuck, Callie, I could spank your ass every day for pulling that shit on me,” he exhausts, brows creasing.
