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I chuckle before flicking each nipple, one after the other.
Carlie hums, rolling her hips, and the head of my cock slips inside her.
Fu-uck me.
I let my hands drift to her waist, holding her where she is. I want to feel her wet heat wrapped around my tip for the rest ofmy damn life. “Christ, woman, way to send a man to heaven in one tiny fucking move.”
Her mouth is a little O as she wriggles ever so slightly.
My grip tightens on her. Hell, I thought our first time was incredible. We’ve barely started, and this is already blowing that memory out of the water.
“Laws, I need to move . . .Please.”
The beg on my sassy woman is damn addictive.
“I’ll give you an inch for every time you beg.”
Her brows lower, mouth gaping. “And how are you going to stop me from taking it all?”
I rise, quick and nimble from training and running, and flip her onto her back on the sofa.
“That’s cheating,” she utters, but her hand slides down her belly toward her sensitive spot that is no doubt driving her crazy.
So I pull out and step back.
“Lawson!”
I lean down, sliding my hand under her knees and pull her toward the end of the sofa. Before she has time to object, I flip her over. Pulling her hips up, I don’t stop until her perfect ass is canted up to me. Her slick pussy glistens with need.
All of a sudden, I’m fucking starving.
Chapter 37
CARLIE
Arough tongue catches me off guard as it sweeps through my center. I was prepared to be impaled... This, this is pure bliss, and I can’t control what it does to me as Lawson devours my pussy like a man starved.
He tugs on my clit with his teeth, and my back curves, sending my breasts into the seat and pulling a mewl from my lips. My legs tremble, hands gripping the cushion supporting my chest and head. My ass is so high in the air I should be mortified. But for Lawson, I’m just desperate.
I’m dying for every tiny touch he gives me.
He plays my body like he’s its conductor.
“Fuck, a man could get used to this view, this taste. Spread those pretty thighs a little more for me.”
I wedge my knees into the edges of the sofa, but my left knee slips.
“Hmm. Technical difficulties. And I want you spread for me, Carlie.”
He grips my hips, turning me ninety degrees. My chest now rests on the back of the sofa, and he nudges my legs so wide, I have to curve my back once again to support myself on the back of the sofa, ass canted toward him as he drops to his knees.
Like the fucking king he is.
That makes me his queen.
I stifle a chuckle at my lame-ass thought.
A hand slaps my left ass cheek, and I jerk, glancing back.
