Chapter Sixty

Callum Johnson (P.O.V.)

Deep down, I knew I was lying to myself. I knew it made zero sense that c*mming in her pu**y was the way to avoid a continued affair, when it was in fact one of the surest ways to cement our affair for good because squirting my thick load nine-and-a-half inches deep in her fertile c*nt had a very good chance of ending in one very bad way for me. It could end with her being a impregnated slut with power over me, but that thought was not enough to stop me. I just kept driving into her, our bodies clutched together in heated, filthy sex.

"F*ck me, Callum, f*ck me!" Lisa screamed out, her hips driving back at me.

My hips matched hers, our conjoined bodies a blur as we f*cked, both seeking the same outcome.

"Tell me, tell me you f*cking love it! Tell me you love my c*nt!" She started squeezing her c*nt hard around me between sentences, making me almost lose it.

"Tell me my c*nt means more to you than your gir