Read Online Because He Steals Me (Because He Owns Me #6) by Hannah Ford - Free Book Online
Authors: Hannah Ford
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into my skin, each one harder than the last, each one causing me to cry out in agony and ecstasy. Then Callum grabbed my hips and spun me around.
He took my hands and placed them behind me on the pole, wrapped his belt around my wrists and buckled it, the leather biting into my skin as he fastened me to the pole.
Then he pulled the cups of my bra down, letting my tits pop free, my nipples hard and swollen. He lowered his head and sucked my tits into his mouth, his tongue licking and sucking, searing a fiery trail over my areolas, his teeth nipping me softly.
I groaned.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Lemon,” he growled.
Another groan escaped my lips, and he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me, slow, soft, like he suddenly wanted to prolong the moment.
Then he unbuttoned his shirt, his hard body coming into view, his abs flexing as he moved.
“I need to feel you.” He pulled at my bra more, until my breasts were exposed completely, before pushing back against me and crushing them against his bare chest.
He kissed me again, moaning into my mouth, holding one hand against my neck and grinding his cock against me slowly. When he finally pulled away, he kept a grip on my neck with one hand and began to undo his pants with the other.
He pushed my panties roughly to the side and then his eyes locked on mine, and I tumbled into him, in a complete free fall as he looked at me, his expression mirroring everything I was feeling.
He hesitated, almost like he was considering something, and for the first time since I’d known him, indecision flickered across his face.
Then he reached up and unfastened me from the pole, but kept my wrists bound. He looped my arms over his head so that my arms were around his neck, my hands still tied together at the wrists with his belt.
One of his hands slid up under my shirt, pressing against the small of my back, pulling me toward him. His hand was warm, and strong, and big, and it made me feel small protected.
Callum reached down and slid each of my legs up his body slowly, until they were wrapped around his waist.
“Leave them there,” he whispered right into my ear, his breath tickling my skin.
He pushed his cock into my pussy slowly, excruciatingly slowly, the top of his shaft grazing my clit with every small push, until he was finally all the way inside of me. I gasped at how big he was, how he felt spreading me open, and I gripped the back of his shirt, twisting the collar as he thrust into me.
“Look at me.” His voice was a tender whisper.
I looked at him as he began fucking me, deeper and deeper, holding me tightly to him as the city spun around behind us, the lights bleeding into a pastel rainbow.
He kissed me and I could feel him in every part of me, my senses rushing together so that I could feel him with my mouth and taste him with my skin.
He fucked me harder, pumping into me, but the whole time his eyes were on mine as he kissed me.
I closed my eyes, but he tipped my chin back. “Look at me,” he said again. “ I want to see you.”
Again, he pushed into me, and my legs were wrapped around him, and my hands were around his neck and I couldn’t take it anymore, and I gripped his shoulders tightly as I came, my orgasm pulsing through me as I cried out his name.
A second later, his own orgasm ripped through him and he pumped his cum into me, shot after shot, warming me, making me his.
The whole time we were looking at each other, and the sensation of him shooting inside of me while his eyes were locked on mine immediately made me come again, my pussy contracting around his shaft.
He held me there, wrapped around him, his chest heaving against mine, before he finally let me go.
My legs wobbled as they slid from around his waist, and my knees were so weak I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stand straight.
“Holy shit,” Callum breathed, and he was looking at me like I was everything, like I was his, like he couldn’t live without me.
“Yeah,”
He took my hands and placed them behind me on the pole, wrapped his belt around my wrists and buckled it, the leather biting into my skin as he fastened me to the pole.
Then he pulled the cups of my bra down, letting my tits pop free, my nipples hard and swollen. He lowered his head and sucked my tits into his mouth, his tongue licking and sucking, searing a fiery trail over my areolas, his teeth nipping me softly.
I groaned.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Lemon,” he growled.
Another groan escaped my lips, and he grabbed the back of my neck and kissed me, slow, soft, like he suddenly wanted to prolong the moment.
Then he unbuttoned his shirt, his hard body coming into view, his abs flexing as he moved.
“I need to feel you.” He pulled at my bra more, until my breasts were exposed completely, before pushing back against me and crushing them against his bare chest.
He kissed me again, moaning into my mouth, holding one hand against my neck and grinding his cock against me slowly. When he finally pulled away, he kept a grip on my neck with one hand and began to undo his pants with the other.
He pushed my panties roughly to the side and then his eyes locked on mine, and I tumbled into him, in a complete free fall as he looked at me, his expression mirroring everything I was feeling.
He hesitated, almost like he was considering something, and for the first time since I’d known him, indecision flickered across his face.
Then he reached up and unfastened me from the pole, but kept my wrists bound. He looped my arms over his head so that my arms were around his neck, my hands still tied together at the wrists with his belt.
One of his hands slid up under my shirt, pressing against the small of my back, pulling me toward him. His hand was warm, and strong, and big, and it made me feel small protected.
Callum reached down and slid each of my legs up his body slowly, until they were wrapped around his waist.
“Leave them there,” he whispered right into my ear, his breath tickling my skin.
He pushed his cock into my pussy slowly, excruciatingly slowly, the top of his shaft grazing my clit with every small push, until he was finally all the way inside of me. I gasped at how big he was, how he felt spreading me open, and I gripped the back of his shirt, twisting the collar as he thrust into me.
“Look at me.” His voice was a tender whisper.
I looked at him as he began fucking me, deeper and deeper, holding me tightly to him as the city spun around behind us, the lights bleeding into a pastel rainbow.
He kissed me and I could feel him in every part of me, my senses rushing together so that I could feel him with my mouth and taste him with my skin.
He fucked me harder, pumping into me, but the whole time his eyes were on mine as he kissed me.
I closed my eyes, but he tipped my chin back. “Look at me,” he said again. “ I want to see you.”
Again, he pushed into me, and my legs were wrapped around him, and my hands were around his neck and I couldn’t take it anymore, and I gripped his shoulders tightly as I came, my orgasm pulsing through me as I cried out his name.
A second later, his own orgasm ripped through him and he pumped his cum into me, shot after shot, warming me, making me his.
The whole time we were looking at each other, and the sensation of him shooting inside of me while his eyes were locked on mine immediately made me come again, my pussy contracting around his shaft.
He held me there, wrapped around him, his chest heaving against mine, before he finally let me go.
My legs wobbled as they slid from around his waist, and my knees were so weak I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stand straight.
“Holy shit,” Callum breathed, and he was looking at me like I was everything, like I was his, like he couldn’t live without me.
“Yeah,”
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