Page 119 of Poison and Wine

He smacked my other cheek. “Harder,” I urged.

As I hissed at the next slap, Callum’s hand massaged the stinging globe of my ass. With each smack, I rode Callum’s face harder and faster. My undoing came when his teeth grazed my clit.

A scream tore from my lips as a deluge of pleasure gushed out of me and ran down my thighs. With my hands firmly on the headboard, I rode out the orgasm as my walls clenched around Callum’s fingers and tongue.

I was still a shaky, blubbering mess of sensory overload when Callum’s hands came to my waist. “All right, cowgirl, time to switch it up.”

After letting go of the headboard, I pushed the sweat-stained strands of hair out of my face. Then I flipped around to where my ass was in Callum’s face, and his straining erection was in mine. Laying across his chest and abs, I took his cock in my hands. After licking up his length, I suctioned the tip, causing him to groan.

As Callum began licking me back to front, I started bobbing up and down on his dick. “Mm, take me deep, mo slut salach.” The first time he’d called me his slut in Irish, I’d almost smacked him. But then I’d come to like it. I was a slut for Callum—for him and only him.

Just like enjoying the dirty talk, I’d come a long way since the first time I’d taken him in my mouth. With Callum being such a dirty talker, he’d taught me what he liked, which is why my hand came to cup and massage his balls.

At his grunt, I let his dick fall free of my mouth before I licked and sucked his sac. “That’s it, Kitten.” My hand kept sliding up and down his shaft as I worked his balls. At the slight graze of my teeth against the sensitive flesh, he barked out a cry.

After I brought my mouth back to his cock, Callum’s hips began to rise, thrusting his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth. My eyes watered as saliva dripped down the sides of my chin. Even though my jaw ached, I kept sucking him.

After dragging his thumb back and forth through my arousal, he pressed against my puckered hole. When I momentarily tensed, Callum murmured against my folds, “Trust me, Kitten.”

I’d come to trust him in all aspects of sex. Callum’s thumb slowly dipped inside me, causing me to suck in a breath. As he began to ease it in and out, I moaned at the fullness.

“Cailín álainn, you’re taking me in this virgin hole so fucking good.”

With his arm propped on one of my cheeks, he continued pumping his thumb inside my ass while his other hand slipped two fingers into my core. The fullness caused me to groan around his length.

While his cock fucked my mouth, I rocked my hips back against his hands as his fingers pumped furiously in and out of me. I alternated between harsh pants and moans as it was all just too much. My body began trembling from the sensory overload of having all my holes filled by Callum.

It was so very good. I didn’t even protest when two fingers replaced Callum’s thumb in my ass. At the extra suctioning of my clit, I went over the edge. After he fell from my mouth, I screamed, “Callum, yes! Oh yes!”

He kept fingering me and lapping at my center as I savored my orgasm. Once I came back from my high, I took him back into my mouth. I wanted nothing more than to taste his pleasure as he exploded on my tongue. Callum began pumping his hips. As he fucked my mouth hard and deep, his guttural grunts of pleasure filled the room. I gagged and moaned around him as tears streaked down my cheeks.

And as I felt his balls tightening, he cried out, “Caterina!” Then his hot cum detonated onto my tongue and filled my mouth. After I finished swallowing him down, I licked him clean before flipping over to collapse beside him.

When I glanced up at his satiated face, he grinned. “Good fucking morning, Kitten.”

I smiled back at him. “Good morning to you, too.”

His hand cupped my cheek. “I wasn’t too hard on you last night, was I?”

Heat bloomed between my legs when I thought about how he had taken me across his desk at Bandia. He hadn’t been gentle when he’d hiked up my skirt and whirled me around. The lacy thong I’d been wearing had been ripped from my body. Gripping the back of my neck, he’d pushed me face down onto the mahogany desktop. After spreading my legs obscenely wide, he’d slammed into me. He’d whispered filthy things to me in Irish. In the brief Irish lessons I’d had with Seamus, I understood Callum’s praise of how good I was taking his cock and what a good girl I was to let him ravage my tight, wet cunt.

My nails scoured the top of the desk as I tried keeping my body from sliding off. Callum had kept up his relentless thrusts even after I’d come.

Twice.

When he jerked out of me, leaving his cum dribbling down my thighs, I’d had trouble walking to the car. Like a filthy knight in shining armor, he swept me into his arms and carried me out of his office.

“No. It was wonderful,” I assured him.

He searched my face to ensure I wasn’t trying to spare his feelings. When he appeared satisfied, he nodded. “Each and every time with you is amazing.”

After nibbling my lip, I replied, “Even though I’m still learning what you like?”

“Kitten, your innocence coupled with your eagerness to please is hot as fuck.”

“If you say so.”

He kissed me tenderly, and I shivered at the taste of myself on his lips. “You won’t ever hear any complaints from me.”