Page 155 of Craving Carla

I continue my assault, licking and sucking at her pussy, occasionally moving up to tease her ass with my tongue. Her taste is intoxicating—sweet and peachy. I could feast on her for hours, but the need to be inside her is becoming unbearable..

Her first orgasm hits suddenly, her thighs trembling against my face as I suck her clit between my lips. I hold her steady as she rides the wave, my tongue relentless against her sensitive flesh, drawing out every last tremor of pleasure.

“Amari, please,” she begs, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me.”

I rise to my knees behind her, positioning my dick at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, I bury myself to the hilt, both of us groaning at the sensation. She’s so tight, so wet, so perfect around me that I have to pause for a moment to regain control.

Then I start to move, and all semblance of gentleness vanishes. This isn’t making love—this is fucking, raw and primal. I pound into her with everything I have, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips, pulling her back to meet each thrust.

Carla screams into the pillow, her body jerking with the force of my movements. She throws a hand back, seeking mercy, but I’m too far gone. I slap it away, gripping her hips tighter, fucking her harder.

“Take it,” I growl. “Take all of me.”

Her second orgasm hits like a tidal wave, her inner walls clenching around me so tightly it nearly triggers my own release. But I’m not ready, not yet. I continue pounding into her, fucking her right through the orgasm, extending it until she’s sobbing with pleasure.

Tears stream down her face, drool pooling on the pillow beneath her. She’s incoherent now, making sounds I’ve never heard from her before—guttural, animal sounds that drive me to an even more frenzied pace.

Just as she’s building toward another climax, I pull out abruptly. She whimpers at the loss, turning to glare at me with tear-stained cheeks, but I just grin wickedly at her. My face is covered in her come, and I can see her arousal spike again at the sight.

“Roll over,” I command, already moving to help her.

I flip her onto her back, pushing her legs up and back, exposing her pussy to me once more. It’s glistening with her arousal, pink and swollen from my earlier attentions. I dive back in, my tongue circling her clit before plunging inside her.

Carla runs her hands over her face, thrashing her head from side to side. She’s moaning, letting out gurgled cries, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through her body. I feel her getting close again, her thighs tensing around my head, and I deliberately pull my tongue away.

“No!” she cries out, anger flashing in her eyes.

I just grin at her, my mouth still covered in her come. In one swift motion, I tear the nightgown from her body, leaving her completely naked beneath me. Her breasts are perfect—full and round, nipples hard and begging for attention.

I take one breast in my hand, rolling the nipple between my fingers while I lower my mouth to the other, sucking hard. Carla arches into me, her hands tangling in my hair, holding me close.

When I’ve given both breasts equal attention, I move up to kiss her passionately. She moans into my mouth, tasting herself on my lips. The knowledge that she’s experiencing her own flavor on my tongue makes my dick throb painfully.

I pull back from the kiss and shift our positions, sitting up against the headboard. “Come here,” I say, patting my thighs. “I want you on top.”

Carla straddles me eagerly, her body trembling with need. I grip her hips, guiding her down onto my dick, both of us groaning as she takes me to the base. She feels even deeper in this position, and I can see every expression on her face as she adjusts to the fullness.

“That’s it,” I encourage, helping her establish a rhythm. “Ride me, baby.”

She begins to move, rising and falling on my dick, her hands braced on my shoulders for support. I guide her, slamming her down harder and faster as we both chase our release.

“You’re doing so well,” I tell her, my voice strained with pleasure. “Taking me so well.”

I slam her down harder, faster, watching her eyes glaze over with ecstasy. “You’re everything to me,” I confess, the words tearing from my throat. “My world. My queen.”

Her movements become more frantic, less coordinated as she approaches her climax. I grip her hips tighter, taking control, lifting and slamming her down on my dick with increasing force.

“You own me,” I tell her, my voice raw with emotion. “But now you need to claim me fully. Let the world know who I belong to.”

Carla throws her head back, her orgasm building. I can see it in the flush rising to her skin, the tension in her muscles, the way her breath comes in short, sharp gasps. I slam her down harder, faster, chasing our mutual release.

“I’m getting close,” I warn her, feeling the pressure building deep inside me.

That’s when it happens. Carla’s eyes snap to mine, suddenly sharp and focused. Her gaze drops to my neck, and I see saliva pooling in her mouth. The mate bond is calling to her—the urge to claim me as I’ve claimed her.

“You’re MINE!” she screams, and then she’s lunging forward, her teeth breaking the skin of my neck.

The pain is exquisite—sharp and hot, immediately followed by waves of pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. I feel her drinking from me, taking my essence into herself, and it triggers my orgasm. I explode inside her, pulsing and throbbing as I empty myself completely.

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