Page 100 of Forty, Flirty & Framed

She bucks up, trying to force more friction, more sensation.

"Move," she begs, voice cracked and desperate."Fuck me, Callum.Hard."

I snap.

Gripping her hips brutally, I pull almost all the way out, then slam back in.

She cries out, back arching, eyes rolling back, and I do it again.

And again.

The bed frame slams against the wall with every punishing thrust.

"You feel that?"I grunt into her ear, fucking her harder, faster, rawer."Feel how fucking good you squeeze me?Like you were made for me."

"Yes," she sobs, clawing at my back, gasping for breath between shattered moans.

"You’re mine when you come," I snarl, teeth scraping her jaw."Say it."

"I'm yours," she whimpers, body trembling violently under mine."Callum—I'm yours."

I reach down, rub her clit in tight brutal circles, and she shatters — sobbing my name, clamping down so tight on my cock I see fucking stars.

"That's it, sweetheart.Fucking soak my cock."

I barely manage three more thrusts before the pleasure detonates, ripping through me like a goddamn freight train.

I spill into the condom with a guttural growl, holding her so tightly against me it’s a wonder she can breathe.

We collapse together, a tangle of limbs, sweat, and stuttering breath.

The room is spinning.My heart pounds so hard it feels like it’s trying to crack through my ribs.

Slowly, achingly, I pull out and knot the condom, tossing it into the trash with shaking hands before gathering her back into my arms.

Karina is boneless against me, her skin flushed, her eyes hazy.

And yet — when she lifts her face to mine, when she presses her lips to my throat in a lingering, tender kiss — it’s not just sex humming between us.

It’s something bigger.

Something that fucking terrifies me.

"You're dangerous," I whisper, kissing her forehead.

"You’re worse," she murmurs against my chest.

I pull the sheets around us, trapping her against me like a selfish bastard who has no intention of letting go.

Because if that was a mistake…

It’s one I want to make over and over again.

For several minutes, we simply breathe together, the enormity of what just happened settling around us like a physical presence.

Eventually, she rolls to face me, tracing idle patterns on my chest with her fingertip.

"This changes things," she says quietly.