Page 65 of Adoring Delaney

Carter’s mouth went back between my legs, his lips latched onto my clit and he sucked hard.

Once again, I bucked, unable to stop the raw need and quest for release.

I was going to do it. I couldn’t stop the rush of heat his tongue was creating even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to wait. He’d been toying with me long enough for a sheen of sweat to cover my body, then turn to chills as the cool air in the room cooled my skin, only for Carter to work me into a frenzy again.

I wasn’t above begging, so that’s what I did.

“Please, honey.”

“Not yet.”

With one last swipe of his tongue he lapped up the wetness he’d created and pulled away.

“Carter!” I snapped.

I was so close. Right there and ready to explode.

“Not until I’m inside of you.”

“Then hurry.”

“Oh, no. This is gonna go slow.”

Slow would kill me. The ache between my legs was unbearable and if he wasn’t going to do something about it, I was.

My hand left the bed where Carter had told me to keep it and went straight to where I needed friction.

His gaze followed my hand and his eyes flashed.

“Delaney.” His gravelly voice filled the room. “Don’t come.”

My finger flicked over my clit and on a moan, I pressed my head back and arched my back.

“Fuck. Spread your legs wider. I wanna see.”

My knees fell further apart and both his hands grabbed my inner thighs, pushing them back, lifting my ass off the bed.

At Carter’s encouragement I rubbed myself harder. He was giving me conflicting directions but I was getting too close to concentrate on his words.

“Stop.”

He swatted my hand away, and using my legs, he hauled me toward his erection and drove in.

“Carter!” I screamed.

“Take me, Laney.”

He was up on his knees and I tilted my hips up the best I could, the new angle placing my ass on his thighs and he hammered into me.

No more going slow. His control had slipped just as I hoped it would.

“Lock your legs around me.”

The moment I complied his hands left my ass and traveled up my stomach. The callouses on his palms scraped my skin as they went, leaving goose bumps in their wake. God, I loved his hands. Loved how strong they were, how rough they felt but how gentle they could be. Though he wasn’t being gentle now as he cupped both of my breasts and roughly massaged and pushed them together.

“God, I love your tits.” His thumbs strummed my already hard nipples and shockwaves rippled through me.

“Harder, honey,” I begged.

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