“Am I?” I asked innocently, even as my voice shook just enough to betray the goosebumps spreading down my spine and the hardening of my nipples. I shivered in anticipation when his hand tightened in my hair.
“Yeah, love. I promised I’d make you choke on my cock.” He groaned when I whimpered. “And I meant it. I want you drooling, gasping, tapping if you need to—but I’m not stopping until you feel the shape of me in your throat for days. That piercing?” He leaned down, voice hot in my ear. “You’ll be dreaming about it every time you swallow.”
My breath hitched violently. Holy. Fucking. Shit.
His grip in my hair tightened just enough to sting. “Now open up, baby. Be a good girl and let me take what’s mine.”
Heat shot through me like a live wire as I scrambled to do as he asked. I shifted on my knees between his spread thighs as he leaned back onto his heels, settling against the floor in a position that screamed control. His legs were braced wide, cock already straining against the waistband of his shorts, and the second I shuffled closer, his fist tightened in my hair.
My breath came in short gasps as I lowered myself in front of him, looking up through my lashes, entirely at his mercy. That was when I realized what he was doing—with me kneeling between his legs, he could rock his hips up into my mouth while shoving my head down to meet him.
The thought alone made me drip, and from the way he was looking at me, he knew it.
“Let me show you what happens when you call me a slut—ora whore—mon amour.”
Mon amour.
He couldn’t call me that and not expect my heart to give itself to him.
With one hand, he tugged his shorts down, still damp where he’d come earlier, and his thick, heavy cock sprang free. The tip was red and glistening with pre-cum, and the piercing was practically calling my name.
I salivated in anticipation of tasting him on my tongue, feeling him claim me, having him fuck my mouth and use me to get off. I braced my hands on his thighs as he shoved my head down.
“Tongue out,” he ordered, voice tight with restraint. I obeyed instantly, tongue flicking out to tease the tip—just once. A sharp hiss cut through the air. “Fuck, you’re such a tease. But not tonight. Tonight, you’re going to take every inch and thank me for it.”
He didn’t give me time to answer. He pushed into my mouth slowly, watching me the whole time, and I relaxed my jaw as best I could, but holy fuck, he washuge. I gagged on the second thrust, and he growled, the sound vibrating in his chest.
“Just like that,” he rasped. “God, I love how your throat tightens when you gag on it. You were fucking made for this.”
My eyes watered as I tried to adjust, trying my best to breathe through my nose. My hands scrambled for purchase, grabbing his hips while he slowly started to move in and out of my mouth. My fingers curled into him, nails digging into his skin as inch by inch, he fed himself into me until my nose brushed the base of him, the piercing bumping the back of my throat.
I moaned. Callum twitched, then pulled back just enough to let me breathe. He slammed back in again, one hand gripping my ponytail like reins. “Look at that. On your knees, slobbering all over me, like a filthy little cockslut. Is this what you wanted when you called me a whore? Huh?”
I could only choke around him in reply. My mascara was probably smeared, tears pooling in my lashes as spit dripped down my chin and onto the floor. The sounds coming from us—my heavy breathing and garbled moans and his groans—were absolutely filthy.
“You’re fucking gorgeous like this.” His other hand slid down my spine, rough and hot, making me arch instinctively. “Jesus, I wish you could see yourself like this, face down, ass up. Love seeing that pretty thing while you worship my cock.”
I adjusted my position, without thinking, to please him, arching until my ass was high in the air like a perfect offering.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. “You’re unreal.” His hand slipped over the curve of my ass, pushing my shorts down to mid-thigh, baring me completely. The gym air hit my bare, soaked pussy, and I whimpered around his length. He didn’t pull out, just kept holding me there, deep in my throat, while his fingers explored my bare skin.
Then he paused, a reverent whimper escaping him. “That tattoo…” His hand trailed over the ink at the small of my back. “‘Fait au paradis.’ Made in heaven. Is that what you really think, baby?” He withdrew from my mouth with a wet pop. I gasped for air, chest heaving, drool stringing from my lips to his cock.
He leaned forward from where he sat, legs shifting and widening. I was kneeling between them, bent low, ass in the air, hands clawing at the hard muscle of his thighs like I could mark him too. We were a mess of sweat and desperation. I never wanted it to end.
Here, in this moment, I wasn’t a woman. I was devotion incarnate, my body exposed like the offering it was, all his to take. And I was a sinner on my knees at his altar, desperate for communion. Mouth full, soul stripped bare, I was drunk on the taste of him, high on the way he said my name reverently. Hewas the first to make this feel like a prayer, like if I begged hard enough, I might be saved.
Worship wasn’t the word. This wasruin. This wassacrilege.
If wanting him like this made me wicked, I’d gladly burn for the privilege of being used, adored, and damned in the same breath, worshipped like a saint and fucked like a sinner. I’d let him destroy my body and rewrite my soul until there was nothing left untouched by him, nothing left to be redeemed.
“Non, mon amour,” Callum said, voice guttural and filthy as he reached forward, chest brushing my back. “Tu étais faite au paradis pour moi.”You were made in heaven for me.
I whimpered, thighs trembling as he spread my cheeks apart, before he shoved me back down onto his cock. Then his hand slipped around, down, under, fingers gliding between my thighs from the front to collect the dripping mess I’d made.
“Jesus, Auri, you’re soaked,” he said with a groan. “Sucking my cock like you need it, melting like your greedy little pussy can’t wait its turn.”
I tried to respond, but he shoved my head back down, sliding deep in my throat with a needy grunt. His piercing—fuck, it was bruising me in the best way. I’d feel him there long after we were done.
