Escort (The Callie Leveaux Series) by Kate Benson

lies back across the bed and grips me at the waist.
    “Come here, baby,” he whispers, moving me so that I’m straddling his outstretched body. Dipping the tip of his cock into my soaked pussy, he positions himself against my bud, teasing me as he meets my eyes. “Do you want it?”
    “Yes,” I mewl as I rock back against his dick, silently begging him to push into me.
    “Good girl,” he croons, slowly stretching my ass and letting out a low groan of pleasure as I take him, inch by inch. Once I’m seated against him, all of him buried inside me, we let out a simultaneous sigh of pleasure. “Just stay like this for a sec, Cal,” he breathes.
    While one arm rests lazily behind his head, he raises his other to wet his thumb as he rakes his eyes over my quivering body, full of him. He meets my eyes as his thumb circles over my exposed clit and sends a sharp jolt through me. My immediate response is to rise up, but when he stills his movements and meets my eyes, I freeze in place.
    “Stay still,” he orders, waiting for my submission to continue.
    When he’s sure he has it, he resumes the circular motion over me. Before long, I’m panting with pure need, squeezing his cock with my ass and begging for relief.
    “Tommy, please,” I whimper desperately when silence is no longer an option.
    Removing his thumb from my sex, he rubs it over my lower lip befo re slipping it into my mouth, watching me suck it clean with a low moan. Lowering his hand to my nipple, he pinches it sharply before running it over my hip and resting it high on my thigh.
    “Good girl, Callie,” he says in a soft, low voice. “Ride my dick, baby.”
    Immediately, I begin rising and falling against him, loving the way he slides in and out of my tightness. He lets out low groans of pleasure while he holds my gaze. Every so often, he runs his finger over my slick sex before licking it clean, humming in pleasure as he plunges hard against my ass. I’m mid-climax when his breathing increases and his shaft starts to pulse inside me.
    “I want it, Tommy,” I cry out, my voice raspy from screaming his name. “ Please,” I beg, my palms flat against his slick, heaving chest.
    “Are you still gonna be mine after I come for you, Callie?” he asks huskily, a mixture of anxiety and arousal in his eyes.
    “Yes,” I say immediately. “Yes, Tommy. I’m yours, baby.”
    “Mine,” he grounds out, his eyelids growing heavier as he lifts me off of him and plunges into my tortured pussy. “Mine, Callie.”
    “Yes! ” I scream. “I belong to you, only you.”
    “Fuck, Callie!” he calls out, his hands moving to my hair and pulling my face to his roughly . He drives into me so roughly from below my breath leaves me in a huff. “I fucking love you, baby.”
    Not waiting for a response, he p lunges his tongue into my mouth, kissing me deeply as he finally fills my pulsing sex to the brink. As he finishes, I shift slightly but he holds me in place, rolling me onto my back pinning me down while staying buried inside me.
    “Don’t move, baby,” he whispers as he lets his lips dance over my skin. “I want every last fucking drop of me inside you.”
    I let out a low groan of pleasure at the combination of his words, his lips and his body against me, inside me.
    “Fuck, Tommy,” I rasp, heaving beneath him.
    My voice is weak from the screams he ’s pulled from me. My body aches from his possession and still, I crave more of him. The underlying fear of failure to this man, this imperfect man who’s perfect for me in every way comes creeping in and the thought of hurting him again is far too much for me to bear.
    Not surprisingly, he notices the change in me immediately.
    “What are you thinking about that’s got you looking like that?” he whispers.
    “It’s nothing,” I start, holding the shake from my voice as I focus on my hands resting against his chest.
    “Bullshit,” he says, pulling my attention to his eyes. “We’re not doing this