Page 136 of The Other Side

My face tenses, and a rolling wave rumbles from deep inside. I’m clutching the undersides of my thighs, white knuckling as he plunges in and out of me. Hot and deep.

Not too slow.

Not too fast.

Perfect.

“Yes, Cal, yes,” he pants, leaning over me. His breath frays with withering self-control, and I release my legs to cradle his face in my palms. I crash our lips together, holding myself wide open as he fucks me like this for the first time.

My tongue strokes his in a frenzy, and I feel so deliciously full of him. I tip my head back, sinking into the wrinkled sheets as I prepare for him to wreck me to microscopic pieces.

“Oh, fuck yes. Show it to me, baby,” he rasps. “Let me feel it so I can come in this hot, little ass.”

His last words unravel me at the seam.

My ass squeezes around him, the pressure so tremendous that every pocket of my body jangles. A breath hitches as my thighs quake, white-hot light flooding my vision as the orgasm pulsates through me. In long and languid waves.

Each ripple strengthens from the last. The stretching of the pleasure leaves me gasping for air as I barely hold myself together.

But my climax doesn’t have mercy on me.

It just keeps rolling.

And rolling.

And rolling.

It’s unbearable but utter paradise.

Ropes of his hot cum jet inside me. His thick cock spasms, his hard and hot body leaning over me as he plants his forehead in the crook of my neck.

Strangled curses and grunts slap to my skin through his dense breath. His climax rips through him as he tangles his fingers in my hair. Intense jolts spark through his chest, and he curls his digits snuggly.

He unloads the rest of himself into me, and we heave against each other for what feels like an eternity.

His nose brushes mine in leisurely strokes as we descend from the pinnacle. As our breaths tangle, the euphoric cloud orbits us across a few silent beats. Before he carefully slips out.

I whine when his tip peels from me, and Brant’s pulling back so he can investigate the scene. His hand rests on my butt cheek, and my palms immediately plant over my face.

I feel his warm cum spill from me, and I know his arrogant self is admiring it. “Stop it,” I mumble, my cheeks scorching with heat.

My leg attempts to unbend, but he locks me in place. “Callie, honestly, you should see yourself. I don’t think you’ve ever looked more stunning.”

His tone is smug, amusement lining it.

“You’re a moron,” I mutter, bucking my leg.

Still, I’m held hostage.

He brushes his warm lips to my delicate skin, nipping the tender flesh of my ass. I squeak through a tiny giggle, the pinch loosening my embarrassment.

“A moron who just made your ass come,” he whispers. His voice is husky as he trails his parted lips over my rounded flesh. “A moron whose cum is dripping out of it right now.”

I rip my hands from my face, dipping my head to peek at him. His hazel eyes peer up through his lashes, and a smirk is nestled against my thigh.

Eventually, I appreciate the humor swimming in his irises. My eyes trace the way the short hairs atop his head are whisked a tad wildly, and I digress.

“Okay, fine. You win.”