Page 169 of Stolen Voices

“Is he your agent?” Gianna tries to dig deeper. She knows Blaze represents me.

“No. Just her date,” Eli interrupts.

“I detect a little romance vibe going on here. Care to confirm if you’re off the market, Callie?” Gianna asks.

My cheeks burn, and I can’t help placing a hand on my necklace.

Eli’s eyes heat, and he answers her question without hesitation. “She’s completely off the market, Gianna.”

Like a true celebrity gossip reporter, Gianna grins—like the Cheshire cat—as she turns to the camera. “You heard it here first, everyone. Sorry, gentlemen, it looks like Callie Wright is off the market.”

Eli takes my hand and leads me down the carpet toward the last set of photographers.

“Eli, you didn’t have to do that.”

He stops in the middle of the carpet and brings the back of my hand to his lips. “I sure as fuck did. I needed you to know I’m all the way in, princess. Now, come on. Let’s get this night over with so I can take you home, rip that dress off your sexy body, and fuck you until the sun comes up.”

My core clenches, and the butterflies in my stomach take flight. He gave me the assurance I desperately needed to smash any lingering doubt I was holding onto about us. I could not love him more.

“Well, when you put it like that, lead the way, handsome.”

Eli growls playfully, making me laugh.

We make our way down the carpet and into the theater. The rest of the night passes in a blur of flashing lights and, of course, screaming orgasms.

thirty-six

Eli

Callie’snailsdigintothe tops of my thighs as she leans forward and braces herself while she rides my cock. Our sweet and lazy morning sex developed into an all-out fuck fest. My girl woke up insatiable, and being the gracious man that I am, I have obliged her needs, giving her exactly what she wants—filthy hot sex.

“That’s it, princess. Ride my cock.” I keep my eyes glued to where our bodies connect. Her cream coats my cock and drips down my shaft as her pussy swallows me whole.

“I need more. Fuck me harder, Elijiah.” Her thighs clench as she chases her second orgasm.

I wrap Callie’s long blonde locks around my fist and pull. “You will take what I give you.”

“Please,” she pleads.

Fuck, I love when she begs.

“Not yet.” Grasping her hips, I lift her off my cock and tug her pussy to my face.

Callie moans low in her throat, and her pussy gushes as my tongue spears into her hot, silky center.

“Oh god, yes. Don’t stop,” she cries as she rides my face. Her hard nipples scrape my stomach as I push her face down and lift her ass up. I cover her clit with my mouth and work the swollen bundle of nerves until her orgasm builds and her pussy throbs under my tongue.

“I’m so close.” Callie whines in frustration as I bury my face into her pussy and attack it with my mouth once more, before releasing her clit and sliding my fingers up her slit. I push two inside her tight cunt, making her muscles quiver, and finger fuck her.

“No coming yet,” I warn.

“Fine, then don’t come.” She grips my cock and wraps her lips around my head, then dives and swallows me to the back of her throat.

“Fucking little minx,” I growl.

My girl is feisty this morning and if she wants to play, then I’m more than game. I’m going to fuck her until she sings and I’ve rung every bit of pleasure from her body.

I was going to edge her and make her orgasm feel like a fireworks grand finale, but now that she’s being naughty, I’m going to punish her. With a fuck-ton of orgasms. I’ve become an expert in reading Callie’s body. I know every sound, every cry, every quiver, and I’m going to use them to my advantage.