Page 94 of Between Now & Heartbreak

“Thank you, baby.” He breathes as he watches from heavy lidded eyes.

I kick my boots off, slide my jeans down my legs and then step out of my thong.

“Lay down, spread, let me see that pretty pussy.” He murmurs, his lips wet from his tongue.

“I want to kiss you again, Carter.”

“Later. While I’m fucking you, we’ll never stop kissing. Now, let me see how you make yourself come.”

I lay back and start slowly at first. I’m not sure if I can do it with him watching.

“Watch me, too,” he groans from where he’s standing, and I use the pillows to prop myself up so I can see.

He’s pulled his beautiful thick dick out and he’s got a hand wrapped around it and he’s stroking himself.

I don’t stop fucking myself as I watch him. And by the time he peels the dark fabric down his hips and down his muscular thighs, I’m close again. I cry out and throw my head back into the pillows.

He walks toward me, his powerful shoulders flexing as he pulls his shirt off.

“Not without me,” he growls before the mattress sinks under his weight. His big hands press against my inner thighs and he pushes them open and without saying another word, he nudges my hands away and replaces them with his mouth.

My back arches off the bed and I moan low and deep at the first feel of his lips on me. My fingers, still slick with my desires spear into his hair and hold his head in place. His tongue sweeps up in one broad stroke and his lips nibble my clit. I scream at the shock of pleasure that spreads like an undammed river through me.

His big strong hands move up my body in broad strokes that are full of the same tenderness that his kisses have been.

He plucks my nipples, strokes them with the pads of his thumbs and the sensations flooding my body overwhelm me. I stop thinking and submit to the pleasure and my desires and how good his touch makes me feel.

His lips finally cover my clit and he starts to suck it. It sets off fireworks inside and I can’t remember what language I speak.

I’m insensible as my orgasm rips through me like a tsunami. My toes curl into the mattress and my fingers clench into fists in his hair, and I grind my pussy into his mouth until I can’t move anymore.

His lips on mine, coated in my come, are the first thing I feel when my climax starts to loosen its grip on me.

“Oh my God, did I die?” I breathe against his mouth.

He laughs. “No, thank fuck.” He presses a hard kiss to my mouth and I feel the head of his cock nudging my pussy.

“You ready?”

I nod.

“Yeah, you fucking are. Your cunt, Jesus. I’m climbing a stairway to nirvana,” he grits out as he starts to push into me. It’s been so long and he’s so, so thick. But the pressure fades into a delicious stretching that ebbs into pleasure and I get wetter with each inch of him I take. I’m so hungry to feel him, so ready to know what it is to make love, that I tilt my hips up and back to create friction.

He lifts my leg and drapes it over his hip. “Fuck me, your pussy is lined with stardust. How can you feel so goddamn good?” he pants in a ragged whisper.

“Because I’m yours, Carter.”

He grunts, and slams into me, seating himself to the hilt in one thrust and crashes his lips down on mine, swallowing my cries as he fucks me fast and hard. His dick is so big, fits me so tight that I feel every single ridge as it moves in and out of me.

The small bed smacks into the wall with every thrust and I hang on for dear life. He buries his face in my neck and starts to suck, hard marking me on the outside the way he’s marking me on the inside.

He fucks harder with each thrust, like he can’t get deep enough. My body is singing.

He pushes his knees into the mattress and lifts me off my back and arranges us so we’re sitting.

I wrap my legs around his waist and he thrusts up into me.

“Ride me, baby,” he demands.

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