Page 92 of From London, With Love

All I can manage is a faint gasp. His words have left me speechless.

Carter presses himself harder against me. “What did I tell you earlier? Use your words, Lara.”

“Yes.Please.”?

The moment the second word leaves my mouth, Carter slams into me with such force all the air in my lungs evacuates in an almightywhoosh.

I don’t recall the last time something felt like this; felt soright. As quickly as the thought enters my mind, it’s gone.

If there were ever an inconvenient time to think about how right sex feels with your boss, it would be right now, whilst the aforementioned boss is six inches deep in my pussy.

His hand drags up my neck, fingers reaching beneath my ear while his thumb caresses along my chin. The gentle action is completely at odds with the way he’s pounding into me.

Pleasure and pressure begin to build in my lower abdomen when Carter’s thumb returns to my clit, circling. My breath becomes ragged, the blood pulsing through my veins at analarming rate. A strangled moan escapes me. Carter pulls out abruptly, dipping his head to bring his lips to mine. His tongue runs the length of my lips before slipping between them, tangling with my own. Teeth clash, and moans mix as the kiss intensifies.

“Get on your knees.” The words are spoken into my mouth, Carter refusing to break the kiss, but I push him back. I scan his face for an explanation, caught off guard by the demand. His lips pull into a grin, and he strokes my cheek.

“I’ve spent far too many nights thinking about your arse in my hands as I fuck you from behind and about how beautiful you’d look on all fours. So please, love, get on your knees for me.”

It’s the way he words it the second time that has me winding my fingers into the dark hair at the nape of his neck, kissing him deeply, and rolling onto my stomach. I look over my shoulder, eyes locking onto his as I pull my knees beneath me, momentarily jutting my arse into the air and wiggling it at him.?

Before I’m able to lift up onto my hands, a sharp slap makes contact with my backside, sending a sting across the left side.

I let out a deep moan and drop my head forward into the mess of pillows, pain and pleasure mingling together in sweet sin. The burning sensation spreads, and goosebumps cover every inch of my skin. My thighs squeeze together so tightly it’s almost painful, and I discover how wet I am. Again.

Raising up onto my hands, my head is drawn backwards by the grip he has on my hair. His fingers are curled into the strands, the rest of it wrapped around his wrist.

“Tap me on the thigh if it becomes too much.” It’s the only warning I get before a hand wraps around my throat. His fingers interlace where my chin meets my neck, and just the right amount of pressure is applied. Carter pulls up slightly onmy neck, and my eyes roll backwards in ecstasy when he slides into me, bottoming out with a grunt.

The man has me in a chokehold, quite literally, but all I can think about is how disappointed I’ll be when this ends. That’s what happens; all good things come to an end. It’s inevitable. Do we continue to do this regardless? Yes, yes, we do. I’m an absolute glutton for punishment, and he’s the sweetest of them all.

Making the most of the little movement I have, I turn my head to the side, noticing our reflection in the mirror adjacent to Carter’s bed. My eyes widen as they lock with his, pleasantly surprised to see he’s already staring at the obscene image of us.?

A mischievous grin tugs at his lips, causing heat to rise in my cheeks.?

“Fuck, being able to look you in the eye whilst fucking you from behind isotherworldly. You looksogood on your knees.”

I’m about to tap his thigh when he releases my throat. I collapse forward once more, sucking in a deep breath, but it’s cut short when Carter pulls out almost entirely, then thrusts back in with tenacity.?

His hands glide down to grip my waist with bruising force as he continues to pump in and out, and I bite my lip to stifle the smile. I’m certain I’ll have marks in the morning, serving as a reminder of this precise moment.?

The feel of Carter’s forceful thrusts in and out of my core, his firm grip claiming me.?

The sound of skin on skin as the front of his muscular thighs continuously slap against my arse. My involuntary moans mixing with his grunts.

The intricate details of the chandelier hanging above us, glimpses of it bathing the parts of Carter I can see in a glorious glow.?

The smell of sex. Raw, animalistic sex.

The taste of copper in my mouth from the laceration on my bottom lip. I can’t be certain if it was Carter or I who bit down a little too hard on it, but I don’t care either way.?

Carter’s thrusts slow, our bodies coming to an unexpected standstill. He remains firmly inside me as he lies his chest flat against my back, his lips caressing the shell of my ear. “Can I try something?”

Caught off guard, I resort to sarcasm—my preferred defence mechanism when I’m not in control of a situation’s outcome. “You arenotputting that,” I push against him for emphasis, “in my arse. Not in this lifetime.”

The arsehole has the audacity to laugh, which reverberates through our bodies and sends a delightful shiver down my spine. “Not quite what I was going for, but I’m glad we’re setting ground rules. I was merely going to ask if I could add in a vibrator.”

“You, of all people, own a vibrator?” It comes out more accusatory than it was meant to.?

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