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My hands find their way to Lara’s waist and grip her, hard. Using her body as leverage, I drive into her with force, stopping only when my hips collide with her round arse. Lara moans in response, encouraging me. I repeat the motion, but rather than stopping when we connect, I pull out and slam back into her. Fucking her like this, in my bed, is unmatched.?

With each thrust, Lara’s legs slowly slide off my shoulders. I’m relentless. Even as her legs fall to my sides, I don’t stop, continuing to pump into her. Releasing her waist from my right hand, I glide it along the plain of her stomach, stopping only millimetres from her core. The pounding of my hips doesn’t stop as I straighten up, my left hand holding Lara’s waist tight enough to bruise.?

I look down at Lara’s pussy, stretched around my cock, and I salivate at the sight. Without a second thought, I spit on her clit. My thumb finds the swollen nub, and Lara sucks in a breath when I begin rubbing circles over it and spreading the moisture.

Chapter 39

Lara

Idecide now is as good a time as any to step outside the safety of my comfort zone—the place that prefers to be instructed rather than to instruct—and take matters into my own hands. Plus, if I don’t do it now, this’ll be over before I get the chance. I’m so incredibly aroused, I can feel the beginnings of my impending orgasm building.

“Roll over.” I intend for it to come out as a command, but instead it’s no more than a breathy whisper.

Carter slows his pace, and the gentle thrusts are almost too much to bear. I have the sudden urge to slam my knees shut, but the weight of his body between them reminds me I’m stuck, spread open beneath him.

“Roll over, huh? Am I not doing an adequate job up here?” Carter flicks my clit with his fingertip, and I clamp my mouth shut to hold in the gasp. The wicked grin he dons tells me he’s well aware of how much of an adequate job he’s doing.

“Just do as I say.” I don’t typically display many dominant personality traits, but there’s something about taking control in the bedroom that’s making my insides do little backflips.There’s every chance I’ll hate it or feel incredibly awkward, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take with Carter. He has this unexplainable calm about him; I feel safe in his presence.?

To my surprise, Carter pulls out completely and grabs hold of my waist. He obliges without another word, rolling us until I’m straddling his torso. One look at Carter’s sheer size is enough to know he’s got some strength behind him, but experiencing it firsthand the way I just did is something entirely different. I want to see all the ways he could manhandle me.

I can feel the evidence of my arousal seeping out onto his stomach. A sudden wave of embarrassment washes over me, urging me to clamber off him, but I don’t get the chance.?

“Don’t you dare move.” Carter pins me to him by the hips. I grimace, uncomfortably hyper-aware of the wetness pooling between our bodies.

“You don’t find this weird or uncomfortable?” I ask, gesturing to the mess becoming more apparent with each squirm in my failed attempt to get off him. I can’t bring myself to look him in the eye like this.

Carter places his thumb on my chin, carefully tilting it until I’m forced to lock eyes with him. “Lara, there’s a gorgeous woman sitting on me who’s about to ride my cock, and she’s so aroused by me she’s dripping. I’d have to be certifiable to find that weird or uncomfortable. On the contrary, I don’t think I’ve ever been more turned on.”

The sound of his voice alone could undo me. As if on cue, another wave of arousal rushes through me, heat rising in my neck and cheeks.

“Now, why don’t you climb on and drench my dick instead?” Carter strokes my thighs while I rise, scooting myself down his torso until I’m hovering above his length. It’s impossibly hard, with thick veins running the length of it. I stand by the fact it’s good-looking. It’s also one I enjoy having inside me.

With one hand wrapped around the base, I align his tip with my entrance. Carter sucks a breath in through gritted teeth when I drag the tip between my lips, signalling he can’t take much more of this teasing. Hell, neither can I. It must be apparent on my face because Carter picks this moment to rock his hips up, pushing himself inside me.

We both let out a sigh of relief as he enters me inch by glorious inch. I bend, placing both hands on his hard chest as a brace. Guiding myself down the length of him until our bodies are flush, he lets out a strangled, “Oh fuck.”

Those two words are all the encouragement I need. I slowly rise up until we’re almost separated and ease my way down, filling myself with him entirely. Finding my rhythm, I slowly increase the tempo and bounce harder. His moans of approval boost my confidence.

“Oh baby,yes,” Carter breathes. “Just like that.”

I’ve never liked that pet name, but I could get used to it coming from Carter’s lips and in his accent—his deep tone has an unfamiliar rasp to it, making itthatmuch more alluring. I can feel myself constricting around him, inching closer and closer to release. Before Carter, orgasms never came to me this quickly, nor did they come from penetration alone. But a lot of things have changed since Carter entered my life. More than I’d like to admit.

A thrust from beneath me has my breath catching in my throat. “Car?—”

My words are cut off as Carter throws our conjoined bodies sideways with all his weight. I yelp as we disconnect, and my back smacks onto the mattress once more. Carter lays his body atop mine, the full force of him feeling familiar and unchartered all at once.

He settles himself at my entrance and pauses, and I look up to see him staring down at me with an odd expression.Carter’s eyes trail over my face as if committing every detail to memory.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” His voice is soft, quieter than usual, but thick with an emotion I can’t place.

Can’t, or won’t??

With widened eyes, I stare up at him, shocked at his admission. Has Carter ever shown this degree of candidness toward me? Before I can utter a response, he runs the tip of his cock against my entrance, up and down in a torturously slow rhythm. A small moan escapes my lips as Carter continues to watch me, his eyes dark and giving away very little.

I look down to where we connect and wriggle my hips, hoping for more. I need him.Allof him.?

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?”

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