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CARRIE

The sensations of pleasure pulsed through my body, soaking into me and relaxing me. My pussy throbbed and tingled and felt worn out but hungry at the same time. Ryan crawled up over me and let his hard dick slide across my thigh. He was wet with moisture from the precum dripping from him, and I ached to have it inside me again.

"Take me like you mean it," I growled in a husky voice.

Ryan chuckled low in his chest and wrapped one arm around my waist, pulling me back against himself. His erection nudged at my entrance, and then he slid his fingers along my wet folds until he found the sensitive bundle of nerves. He circled it teasingly before plunging two fingers inside me. I whimpered and pulled his mouth down to mine for a kiss. He’d already set my body on fire once, and he was pushing to do it again. He added one more finger and pumped them in and out as he continued to massage my clit with the heel of his hand. But I wanted his dick.

“My God, stop teasing me,” I whispered, aware that I’d already been too loud. Mom and Dad were downstairs trying to sleep,and if they heard this, Mom would come to find out what was going on, and that would be bad.

He chuckled again, low and deep. “I love how sensitive you are. I could probably make you come with just my fingertips.”

“Maybe,” I panted, “but I don’t want your fingers inside me anymore.” I grabbed his cock and pressed it to my soaking center. “I want this.”

The grin on his face was pure mischief as he pulled his fingers out of me and guided himself toward my entrance. He pushed in slowly, teasingly, until just the head was inside before pulling back out again.

“Ryan!” I growled as the anticipation built up nearly unbearable heat in my core. I’d already come once, but he knew he could push me over the edge again easily. He played at my entrance with his dick, dipping in and pulling back. His fingers continued to rub my clit, making my body jolt and twitch. It was so sensitive, he could blow his steamy breath on it and I’d snap again. “Just give it to me,” I pleaded in soft whimpers.

“But this is half the fun,” he countered and chuckled. I growled and attempted to force him inside me by bucking my hips, but he had far more control than me. He was in charge, and he knew it, and he was going to milk it for all he could. Literally.

“Why do you want to rush art?” he asked, and the deep baritone of his voice vibrated my chest. It was exquisite torture, making the need inside my groin build until I was ready to touch myself. I reached down to slide a finger into my body, but he grabbed first one wrist, then the other, and pinned them over my head.

“You’re so mean… Just make me come,” I told him, but I had a smile on my lips as he kissed me hard and grunted into my mouth.

“God, Carrie, you make me want to stay inside you forever. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” His words only pushed more buttons—the wrong kind of buttons. I almost told him the same thing, that he had changed my life, that he’d become the center of my world. I almost let it slip that I loved him.

But just when the torture was too much to bear, he pushed in, sinking his cock into me until his balls pressed against my skin and he hit my back wall. He filled me, inch after delicious inch. My whole body erupted into goosebumps, and every nerve ending sang with pleasure as my pussy stretched to fit him. I gasped and tried to bring my arms down to wrap them around him, but he still had them pinned above my head.

“Oh, shit,” I hissed as quietly as I could, but this man did things to me that drove me wild. I rocked my hips as he started thrusting.

Slowly at first, but the more he put it in and pulled out, the more insane with desire I became.

“God, Carrie, you feel so good,” he groaned in my ear as he pounded into me. “I can't get enough of you.”

His words only spurred on my already out of control libido. I rocked against him, meeting each of his thrusts with my own. I arched my hips and whimpered into the pillow as he slammed into me with an urgency I hadn't felt from him before. He was losing control.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as his dick hit the spot deep inside me that made my toes curl. “Dammit, Ryan, right there!” He growled, grinding me and twisting his hips so he hit that spot again and again.

The orgasm ripped through me like a freight train, my body shuddering and shaking underneath him as I came with such force, it left me gasping for air. Ryan moaned and increased his pace.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned as my orgasm ripped through my core. My pussy spasmed around him, contracting as pleasure shot through me. My world exploded into a million fireworks as I came.

“Carrie,” he panted, and then he grunted as he came inside me, filling me with his warmth. His thrusts slowed, and he let more of his weight sink me into the mattress. He loosed my wrists, and I wrapped my arms around him, pressing kisses to his chest.

We lay there panting and drenched in sweat, our breathing ragged and labored. My heart thudded frantically in my chest, and I was sure it would leap out of my chest if he lifted his weight off me. But I didn't want him to move. I never wanted him to move.

"You're perfect, you know that?" Ryan said, so quietly I could've missed it if I wasn't paying attention. He kissed me again, softly and drawn out, then rolled off me and pulled me against his chest.

I felt his sex drain from my body, puddling on my thigh, and I still didn't want to move. The moment was too intimate and perfect to ruin, but somehow, my conscience didn't seem to understand that. I tucked my arms against my chest and nestledinto his as he held me, and emotions I was trying to suppress just welled up anyway. I was in love with him and I wanted him to know, but it would only hurt him more in the end.

"Carrie, I want you to stay in Evergreen with me. I want to tell your parents we're together and just let the town figure itself out. I don't care what they say or how they treat us." His hand slid up my arm to my cheek, and he forced my face to turn upward toward his.

The faint light from the Christmas decorations around the front of the house was so dim, I couldn't navigate my bedroom in the dark, but I could make out the outline of his face. I didn't know how to respond to him because deep in my heart, I wanted the same thing, but I was so conflicted. I had a career in Chicago, and I was waiting on a call from that job in New York to see if I got the position too.

Evergreen Falls was my hometown, but I put it behind me because of the way people treated me every time I came home. Ryan could be the magic that made none of that matter to me, but he wanted nothing to do with a family and I was pregnant.

"Ryan," I started, but he kissed me softly and interrupted my words.

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