Page 60 of From London, With Love

“Are you ready? It’s not too late to back out if you don’t think you can handle it.”

“Do your worst.”

“Open your mouth for me.”

I refuse to break eye contact as I slowly let my jaw drop open. Carter licks his lips in anticipation, and I try my best not to wriggle beneath him, desperate for any sort of release.

I don’t even have a moment to gasp as the two fingers previously dragged through my centre are pushed into my gaping mouth. At the same time, two fingers on his other hand thrust into my pussy.

My back arches off the bed as Carter’s fingers move in and out ofme at an agonising pace. I suck hard on the fingers in my mouth, rolling my tongue around them to wring a reaction out of Carter. Instead of speeding up, or slowing down, or reacting in any of the ways I expect, he stops.?

I reach up, gripping his wrist and removing his fingers from my mouth with apop.

“Why did you stop?”

“Why are you trying to distract me?” He raises an eyebrow in question.

Busted.

I give my best innocent look, batting my lashes. “I would never.”

“You would, and you most certainly are, but it’s not going to work. The harder you fight this, the harder I’m going to make you come.”

Sheer hunger crosses his features as he slinks down the bed, coming to rest between my thighs once more. Lowering his mouth to my centre, his gaze remains fixed on mine. I’m hit with a surge of pleasure when two fingers re-enter me at the same time he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Oh fuck. Carter.”

It’s a deadly combination. He doesn’t even realise the power he wields right now. I’m on the brink of orgasm by another for the first time in my life, and it’s both shocking and impressive.

My legs begin to shake, unable to hold out much longer against the large man between them. Carter doesn’t let up even an inch, he simply perseveres.?

I canhearhow close I am, thanks to the rhythmic pumping of his fingers, and it’s disturbingly dirty. I try not to imagine how it sounds to him. I let out a moan, failing to register how loud it is.

A fresh wave of arousal seeps out as I teeter on the edge.Carter groans against me, releasing my clit long enough to lap up the evidence of his actions.

“That’s it Lara, just let go.”

His voice must be on the same wavelength as my body, because with each word from his mouth, every nerve ending tingles. My knuckles strain under the force with which they’re gripping the sheets, and an unmistakable warmth is creeping up my spine at an alarming rate.

All rational thoughts have scrambled. There’s only one word bouncing around my head:Carter. My head tips back on instinct as my orgasm begins to unleash.

“Oh . . . Carter . . .oh.”

“You are magnificent.”

Those three words out of his mouth are my undoing.

Chapter 27

Carter

Bearing witness to a woman’s orgasm by my hands is the single greatest experience. Or at least, it was. But now, as I glance down at the beautiful woman beneath me, I have a new favourite: being the reason Lara comes undone.

Her eyes are closed, head tilted backwards as she tries to regulate her breathing. I watch as a sated smile graces her lips, feeling pretty pleased with myself. I lick my lips, the taste of her sparking fresh arousal. My cock is unbearably hard and has been since the moment our lips touched on the staircase.

It rattles me how strongly Lara affects me, yet she has no idea of the power she has.

“Shit.” The word is said on an exhale. I can’t take my eyes off her; the heavy rise and fall of her chest, the slow uncrumpling of the sheets from her fists, the way her eyelashes flutter open, and I’m greeted by two glorious pools of ocean blue.

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