Page 11 of His Red Carnation

I licked my lips and opened my mouth wide, barely able to take in the head of his cock.

“Look at me, baby,” he commanded.

I quickly lifted my gaze to meet his, his full lips slightly parted as he watched me. I’d never given a blowjob or even a handjob before, and here I was, taking in the biggest cock from the hottest man I’d ever seen. I bobbed my head up and down, keeping my eyes on him, watching the rapid rise and fall of his tattooed chest.

“Come here.” He released my hair and pulled me up, his fingers hooking under the waistband of my thong, sliding it down until it hit the floor.

“It’s gonna hurt, baby. I’ll go slow,” he whispered as I positioned my knees beside him, hovering over him.

I smiled, leaning closer. “Like I said…I can handle a little pain.”

He licked his lips before pulling me in for a passionate, hard kiss. As our mouths moved together, I lowered my hips, positioning myself over him. The head of his cock began to push inside me, stretching me in a way that made me gasp.

“Oh my God,” I moaned, breaking away from his lips.

“Nice and slow, baby,” he murmured. “Let me fill you up, inch by inch.”

He was right—it hurt. But my slickness helped me ease down on him. The feeling of him filling me was even more incredible than I’d imagined.

“Oh fuck, Callan,” I whined, freezing as I fully took him in.

“You feel so fucking good, Sloane,” he muttered, his hands gripping my ass tightly.

I slowly began moving my hips, my clit brushing against his cock with every movement, my body trembling in response.

“The things you do to me, baby,” he whispered into my ear before pressing his lips softly to my neck.

Pleasure rippled through me as I ground against him faster, the pressure building, my nipples hard and pressing against his firm chest.

“I’m gonna come, Callan,” I moaned, grabbing his hair for support as I moved faster, chasing the release.

“Come on my cock, baby. Go on,” he urged, his voice rough against my neck as he gently tugged my hair.

His words sent me over the edge, and I came hard, the pleasure crashing through me as I let out sounds I didn’t know I was capable of, overwhelmed by a release like nothing I’d ever felt before.

“Fuck,” he groaned as I slowed my hips. “I need to bend you over and watch your ass bounce against me.”

Still catching my breath, I lifted myself off him and quickly got on my knees, bracing against the cushioned back seat. He grabbed my hips, guiding me until I was bent over, facing the rear window. His cock slowly pushed into me again, every inch of it reigniting the pleasure coursing through me. I moaned as he filled me once more.

“You okay?” he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck me.”

He gathered my hair in his fist and, without warning, plunged into me fully—hard and fast.

“Your fucking pussy, baby…it’s perfect,” he growled.

“Spank me,” I blurted out.

He didn’t hesitate, his hand landing on my ass with a firm smack. I gasped, the sting sending a rush of heat through me, mixing with the pleasure of his cock filling me completely. The fullness made me crave more, my body begging for it.

“You like it rough, huh? You want me to pound your pussy?” he asked, smacking my ass again.

“Yes…fuck me hard, Callan,” I moaned, another orgasm building fast.

“I knew you were a naughty fucking girl the moment I laid eyes on you this morning.” He picked up the pace, reaching around to rub my clit. “And now you’remynaughty fucking girl, aren’t you? You’re mine, baby. All. Mine.”

“Yes! I’m your naughty girl!” His words, combined with the pressure on my clit, pushed me over the edge again. I came hard, and his grunts grew louder as his hips quickened, pounding furiously until he let out a deep, guttural moan.

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