Black Forever (Obsidian 4)

My bag over his shoulder, we walked into Calloway’s house and headed upstairs to his bedroom on the third floor.

Calloway stripped off his jacket and yanked off his tie the second we were in the bedroom. “Tell me what you want, sweetheart.” He came up behind me and yanked my purse off my shoulder, pressing his hard cock against my ass.

“You.”

“Be more specific.” He wrapped his arms over my chest, pressing right against my frantically beating heart.

I turned my face into his neck, smelling his cologne and masculine scent.

“Anything you want, I’ll give it to you. Any fantasy you want, I’ll fulfill it.”

“Just the way I fulfill yours?”

He pressed his lips to my ear. “Yes.”

Now I could have anything I wanted. I did exactly what he asked, and now it was his turn to obey me. The scenarios weren’t the same, but now I was the one with the power for a change. “I want you to make love to me.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He kissed my neck as his hands groped my body, feeling my tits through my dress.

“I want it to be slow.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He gave my tits a squeeze before he unzipped the back of my dress.

“I want you to look me in the eye and tell me you love me.”

“Yes, sweetheart.” He unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground.

I grew excited by his obedience. I was getting everything I’d wanted since the beginning of our relationship. Now it was happening. Really happening. “I want you on top of me. I want my legs wrapped around your waist.”

He kneeled and pressed a kiss to my ass as his hands gripped my thong and pulled it down my legs. He kissed the back of my thigh, moving inward and back up to my cheeks. Slowly, he inched closer until his lips found the throbbing area between my legs.

I pressed my hand to the wall and gasped the second his tongue met my clit. When it came to Calloway pressing his face between my legs, I lost my mind. His caresses were incredible, skilled with experience and mixed with passion.

Calloway kissed me for several more minutes before he stood up and undressed himself, dropping his slacks and collared shirt. His shoes were kicked off, and his warm cock pushed between my cheeks.

I remembered the way he fucked me in the ass the night before. My body suddenly flushed with heat.

Calloway guided me to the bed until I was on my back with my head on the pillows. He moved over me, his chest a solid wall of strength. His waist led to V at his hips, his core hard and defined with powerful abs. He was all man, all fantasy.

His pinned his arms behind my knees and separated my thighs, exposing my pussy to his anxious cock. He tilted his hips and pressed the head inside my channel, slowly pushing in and feeling the slick lubrication my body produced just for him.

He slowly sank into me, moving inch by inch until he was sheathed deep inside me.

“Calloway…” My arms wrapped around his neck as my legs hugged his waist. He stretched me until the pain started, but it was nothing compared to how wonderful he felt. He made me feel full, like every woman should feel.

He began to rock into me, taking me with a gentleness he hardly ever showed.

Giving him what he needed was worth it. Now I had exactly what I wanted, had exactly what I dreamed about. My fingers moved into his hair, and I kissed him slowly, feeling his large dick move inside me over and over. I already wanted to come, but I wanted to let it build up even more. When Calloway had forced me to wait last night, I had the biggest explosion of my life.

He moved his lips with mine without slowing his pace. He rocked into me with long and even strokes, his balls tapping against my ass every time he fit completely inside me. He breathed into my mouth with longing, feeling the same erotic satisfaction that I did.

I didn’t think I could hold myself back much longer. My body was tightening in anticipation, squeezing his dick as the sensation began to sweep over me.

Calloway broke his lips from mine and looked me in the eye. “I love you.” Sincerity was obvious in his tone, powerful in his expression. I could feel all of his love through those three little words. He didn’t just say those words because I asked. He said them because he felt them—in his heart.

“I love—” I couldn’t finish because the orgasm hit me hard, striking me across every inch of my body. My core tightened, and the fire erupted in my veins, the erotic flames searing my skin. My hands dragged down his neck to his shoulders, and my nails buried deep inside his skin. I came all over his dick, my come gushing down his entire length.