Page 7 of Marshmallow
“For how long?”
“Since you messaged me. Maybe even before.”
He takes my hand and places it on his crotch. “Me too.”
My eyes lose focus as a flash of ecstasy flows through me. I’m holding the hard length of a man I’ve dreamed of and it’s hard because of me.I could come just by holding him.He moans while I work him with my hand.
“I can’t wait to be inside you, sweetness. But first, I need you to sit on the bed and open your thighs for me. Show me your pretty pussy.”
With trembling limbs, I lower myself to the bed and force my knees apart. This is so far out of my comfort zone but in the most alluring way. The one and only time I’ve done this, the room was dark, and it was drunken fumbling followed by uncomfortable thrusting. There wasn’t a moment where I felt completely desired. Yet here, with Carter’s eyes on me, I feel like a goddess.
“That’s it, sweetness. Open them for your man,” he says, getting down on his knees, his hungry eyes moving to the private part of me.
Reaching up, he pushes the robe from my shoulders then drags his fingers down my arms, leaving a trail of searing heat in the wake of his touch. Then he slides his palms over my thighs, pushing the negligee up until it bunches at my hips and he has a better view of me. He lifts his eyes to meet mine, dark and full of desire before he grins then lowers his head, his tongue flicking out and skimming over my clit.
“Holy fuck!” My fingers fly into his hair. I’ve never had a man do this to me, and I’m shocked at how responsive my body is to the testing tease of his tongue.
“Mm,” he says, dragging his tongue along my seam. “You taste heavenly.” He slides his fingers inside me, causing me to whimper. “You’re so tight, sweetness. Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” I say, moving my hips with the in and out of his fingers. I’ve been close to coming all day. All he needs to do is touch my clit again and I’m a goner.
He lowers his mouth and sucks my clit, swirling his tongue around it at a speed that has me pulling at his hair and howling up at the heavens.
“Carter! Oh god, yes!”
My orgasm rocks my body, sending my hips in spasms as I fuck his face while his mouth greedily laps up my juices, his fingers working my insides, keeping me riding the waves until my body tips over again and I’m moaning even louder.
“Holy fuuuccckkkk!”
Slowing his pace to a languid lick, Carter brings me even before kissing his way up my belly, pushing my negligee higher until my breasts are exposed. I lift my arms and he pulls the negligee over my head, palming my heavy breasts before leaning in to shower them with kisses, paying close attention to my nipples.
“You’re so beautiful, sweetness,” he says, his mouth moving to mine, kissing me deeply. “I need to be inside you.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my insides aching for him. “Please.” I reach for the waist of his pants and find the button, twisting it open and pulling down his fly. When he drops them to the floor, I take a moment to admire the hard strength of his body, along with the beauty of his long, thick cock. It’s as hard and veiny as the rest of him, and I find myself salivating at the sight of it.
“You want this?” he asks, taking his dick in his hand and stroking it lovingly.
I feel a flood of heat between my thighs. “I do.”
“Then slide up the bed and spread ‘em. I’m gonna come so deep inside you, you’ll be feeling me for weeks.”
I gasp, sliding back as he asked, mesmerised as I watch him climb over me and position his tip against my opening.
“You were made for me, sweetness,” he says, eyes lusty as he runs his nob through my juices. “And this pussy”—he pushes himself in with one dramatic thrust—“is mine now.”
“Oh god,” I gasp, reeling from the size of him. I didn’t know I could ever feel this…full. It’s glorious.
“Not god, sweetness. Call out my name. In the bedroom, I’m your god now.”
“Carter. Oh, Carter,” I call out as he moves back and forth, slow at first while I stretch around his girth. My insides quiver as he pumps in and out.
“So tight. So wet. Your pussy is squeezing my cock just right,” he grunts. “Hold on to me, sweetness. I’m gonna fuck you right.”
I grab hold of his bulging biceps, barely able to breathe as he thrusts me closer to heaven than I’ve ever been before. Nothing in the world is this good—not even cake and chocolate.
“Faster,” I gasp, wanting more and more. I wrap my legs around his hips, pulling his thrusts even deeper, loving the way he fucks me, my body jostling, breasts bouncing. I brace a hand above my head, while the other digs into his bicep, the bed going thump, thump, thump, against the wall.
“I’m gonna come,” I moan, heat pooling in my lower belly, my whole body set to burst.
