Page 58 of Lonely
I’d never been this aroused before.
Carter rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb, still staring at my erection when I wrapped my hand around my achy length.
“We had a deal,” I repeated, stroking it slowly from root to tip. “I’ve been patient. I’ve played by your rules.”
“You are fucking desperate, aren’t you?” he mocked, but I wasn’t offended by the cruel amusement in his voice because I’d happily sacrifice my pride for a taste of his submission.
“For you, yes.”
When he looked at me, the color in his eyes darkened to the deepest shade of emerald. It was mysterious and frightening, like a dark cave mouth in the forest.
I’d get endlessly lost if I weren’t careful.
He dropped to his knees, grabbed the backs of my thighs, and stared up at me. I released a shaky breath, my legs like jelly.
“I won’t stay,” he said, gliding his warm hands higher up my legs.
Time slowed as he leaned in. With his eyes on me to ensure I watched this, he wrapped his big, veiny hand around my cock and pumped once.
My knees almost buckled at the sudden jolt of pleasure. A ragged gasp tore from my throat as I fisted a handful of his dark hair.
Carter was only just getting started with his delicious brand of torture.
I watched with bated breath as he circled his tongue around the weeping head. I wanted to shove my cock down his throat, but I also wanted to prolong this for as long as I could. So I watched.
Watched him toy with me, tracing the veins on my dick with his tongue and peppering kisses up my shaft.
Watched him blow on the tip and slowly take me into his mouth.
So fucking slowly.
My fingers trembled in his hair and I panted out a “Fuck.”
He hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard. Everything he did was purposeful, not rushed, as though he took pleasure in seeing me crumble before him.
“Fuck, you’re so hot,” I said, barely able to control the shake in my voice.
Like me, he was a killer.
A predator.
And predators stalked.
They observed and calculated.
He took me deeper, swirling his wicked tongue, and then released me with a wet pop before trailing his flattened tongue up the underside of my shaft.
“More,” I grunted, applying pressure to his head.
But he just chuckled as he grabbed my ass and pulled me closer. The moment he sucked me back into his heavenly mouth, I dropped my head back with a deep groan. This was what I’d always wanted. His mouth on me again.
To feel powerful.
“Yes . . .” I looked down at him on his knees, my cock in his mouth and my hands in his hair. I pumped my hips, and he let me.
Sweat trickled down my back and dampened my shirt. Carter gagged when I hit the back of his throat, but I didn’t slow down. My breaths came quicker, my hips stuttered, and my fingers pulled harder on his hair.
I was about to come.
