Page 37 of In It for the Long Ride

Not here…

Before I could tell him so, his hand had shot up the back of my jeans and his fingers slid into the back of my waist band, the other one grabbed just above the button and jerked.

“Carl,” I attempted, but he shucked them down and my panties right along with them.

It happened so fast I was left shocked for a minute. My next breath left on a rush when he shifted and hooked under my knee with one arm, twisting it up to pull my hip back. His lips slashed to my slit, his beard was tickling my ass and that legendary tongue of his split right up the middle and started charming my clit.

“Fuck,” The word strangled in my throat.

“Mhm,” His cocky ass murmured before dragging that tongue up and down me.

A groan caught and I fisted the covers as his fingers vised on one of my thighs and he wagged his tongue and boxed my clit without mercy. I kept trying to tell him we needed to stop, I meant to say it, but goddamn!

He felt so fucking good.

The protests brewed into grunts and nonsensical sounds as I slowly started to relax and fuck his face.

“Now you’re actin’ right,” he praised, but it didn’t stop him from delivering a sharp little slap to my slobber-coated pussy lips and nether region.

I gave another short little yip, biting it back as my legs started to shake and the only thing I could concentrate on was the throbbing of my cunt.

“Carl, I need you…”

“Do you?” he taunted, unrushed.

I could barely think let alone breathe, but it wasn’t enough for him. He untangled his arm and slid a hand over either leg, in a path toward my knees.

“Hold these.”

His tone wasn't negotiable and the bastard shoved my ankles back, bending me at an ungodly angle. Well, it wasn’t an unheard of position, but I’d certainly not seen it in a while, and the way his tongue darted from my pussy to my ass was more than sinful.

One hand shot from the covers and I fisted his hair.

“C—”

Fuck!

The idea of it was so nasty, so why on Earth did it feel so good!

His tongue suddenly felt twice as warm, the wet, firm lashing was so much more pronounced there. I didn’t want to admit that I enjoyed it, but just as I did every time Carl went down on me, I ended up thrashing on his face and forgetting inhibitions.

I was incoherent and rocking my head back and forth as I fought the urge to scream. I didn’t even realize I’d let go of the linen, but both hands were buried in his long, glorious mane. His beard skimmed my wet folds and he bit my thigh, gripping at my knee.

I gave a little cry, and he did it again just above where his hand rested at my knee, causing me to jerk. When I did he grabbed his dick and pressed into me without warning. It took my breath away as his body invaded mine in a snug, unannounced stuffing.

His hips slowly started to rock as he stared into my eyes and helped me settle that leg on his shoulder.

“C’mere.” His voice was so strained with desire, and despite his abrupt entry, I knew that wasn’t the only thing he was holding back.

He always was a brutal lay.

I lifted up toward him and his lips captured mine, our tongues danced and his hips rocked, a slow, but steady rhythm that left me grinding back at him. His hand slid to my throat and a shiver ran through me as I locked eyes with him. His hips snapped, driving his cock into me until another crawled up my spine and left on a moan.

He pinned my body with his in a pretzel position, leaving just enough room for him to reach between us and strum at my clit with his thumb while he started fucking me like he meant to mark my cervix as his own.

Every time he bottomed out, I was met with another rush of tingles that threatened and sometimes sprinkled with a tinge of pain. His thumb rolled and boxed at that nub, sending shocking little jolts of pleasure that were so intense I wanted to jerk away even as my body ground against him in a demand for more.

I kissed his throat and started a long, drawn-out cry against his shoulder when I felt myself start to lose the battle for control. His hand returned to my hair at lightning speed.

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