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“Please, more. I need more,” I cry out.

“What do you want, Goose?”

“You. More. Anything.”

Carson smirks at me while licking down my stomach untilhe hits the band of my underwear. Instead of taking them off, he runs his tongue under the waistband, and I just about come off the bed.

He takes pity on me and slides the material down my thighs. I shove my hand straight for my clit, but Carson slaps it away before I can make contact.

“Mine.”

Oh, sweet Mary, mother of pearl, I’m going to die right here and now.

Carson’s calloused hands slide across my inner thighs, opening me wide for him to look his fill. I’m too overwhelmed with desire to care how exposed I am.

Then his tongue is swiping through my folds, and my body arches into him, chasing every second of pleasure he’s giving me. He explores me, testing every reaction until he finds the one that drives me crazy. I fist my hands in his hair to hold him to me. If I were in my right mind, I’d worry about him suffocating, but the only thing I can focus on is the orgasm building in my body.

It’s bigger than anything I’ve ever experienced before. I’m terrified that it’s going to send me flying too high and I won’t be able to come back down.

Before I break, Carson pulls away from me, and I gasp at the loss of his body against mine. I don’t have long to be disappointed because he’s taking my mouth in a fierce kiss, and the second he thrusts into me, I detonate.

Chapter 25

Carson

Islam into Ginny, biting my lip to keep from coming. Talk about a one-pump chump. I don’t care if she’s squeezing my cock so hard I see stars, I’m not going to blow my load like some horny teenager who can’t control himself.

But fuck, she feels incredible.

I keep pumping into her while her body tightens around me like a vise.

She’s beautiful like this, surrendering to her body’s needs and letting go of every tightly held belief. I’m in awe of her.

I slow my movements as Ginny comes back into her body. I feel ten feet tall when her glassy eyes look up at me in wonder.

Leaning down on my elbows, I tuck one hand under her head while the other brushes her hair off her forehead. “Hey, gorgeous. Welcome back.”

She grins at me. “That was insane. I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Then her eyes widen. “You didn’t come.”

I shake my head. “Not yet. I want one more.”

“There’s no way. I can’t.”

“Sure you can. You just need the right motivation.”

I roll my hips to grind against her clit, and she gasps. “That’s my girl. Give me another one.”

“Carson,” she breathes. The sound of my name on her lips just about sends me over the edge. I’ve dreamed of hearing it, but nothing compares to what it actually sounds like.

Ginny lifts her legs, wrapping them around my hips. It changes the angle so I’m grinding against her with every thrust.

“It feels like you’re in my stomach,” she groans. I almost stop moving, worried I’m hurting her, until she cries out, “Yes!”

I think she might be the death of me. The sounds she makes, the tight squeeze of her walls around me, the way her hands move against my body, it’s all too much. I’m going to explode, but I need her with me first.

I adjust my knees to keep the rhythm going and then duck my head to use my mouth on her breasts. Her pert little nipples are more sensitive than I imagined, so I use them to my advantage. Every lick and nip elicits a lusty moan, until Ginny’s writhing under me again.

“Come, Ginny. Right. Now.”

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