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I open my eyes, my chest heaving as I come down from such an intense orgasm. I smirk up at him, but before I can do anything else, his lips capture mine in a possessive and demanding kiss.

“Fuck Leandra,” he hisses, pushing his bulge against my core. I bite my lip, loving the way it turns me on, knowing I got him this hard. “You’ll have to show me.” His gaze shows me so much desire and lust that I can feel myself burn with need. “ I can show you right now,” I say against his lips.

Carter groans again, which sends me off into a frenzy. He rips the jeans off my legs along with my soaking panties. His mouth instantly on my clit, licking and sucking me clean. “Taste just like I remember. Taste like mine.” Fuck, he isn’t playing around. I throw my head back onto the sheets moaning as he continues his assault on my pussy.

“Carter,” I whimper, pulling on his hair. He pulls back just enough to discard his trousers and boxers, leaving him completely bare in front of me. He crawls back up, ripping the lace off my chest. I gasp. His mouth lowers, taking my nipple into his mouth, sucking on it as his hand squeezes and plays with the other. I grab the bed sheets fisting them at the amount of pleasure that's currently overtaking my body. Carter's free hand grabs his cock, stroking himself, aligning himself to my entrance.

I groan at the friction as he slides his cock down my glistening pussy. Teasing me painfully slow, his cock traces my folds as he paints them with his pre-cum that’s leaking from his cock. “Please, Carter.”

“Fuck me!” I hiss out, begging him to thrust his fat cock inside me. Carter chuckles. “God, Peach, I’ve missed hearing you beg me to touch you,” his cock eases into him, and I arch my back off the bed. “But first, I want you to show me,” he grunts.

“Show me how you fucked that dildo, baby.”

Rolling us over so that I straddle him, my hand pumps him up and down. Carter groans, closing his eyes. I align his cock at my entrance as I slide down inch by inch. “Fuck, baby, open up for me. You’re so fucking tight,” he hisses as I get the tip inside me.

Carter places his hands on my hips, holding me in place as I take him a little further, allowing him to stretch me. Thrusting hard into me, he settles himself inside me, filling me to the hilt. We both gasp at the feeling. I lean down just enough to whisper the following words. “I started slow,” my voice hitches as I begin to move at a gentle pace. Placing my hands on his chest for support, Carter grips my ass cheeks, giving one of them a slap. I move back and forth, grinding a little faster, pleasure taking over my movements.

“Then I went a little faster,” I pant as I start to bounce up and down onto him, quickly grinding myself and hitting his pubic bone every single time, sending tingles straight to my clit. Carter groans, his hands kneading my ass, gripping it harder. “Oh God, Carter,” I moan. I lean forward slightly so that I can extend my arms out so that I can hold onto the headboard as I continue to ride him. “That’s it, Peach. Ride me. Ride my fucking cock like you were born to do it.”

“Oh, my God.” I throw my head back in pleasure. Letting go of the headboard, I drop my hands onto Carter’s shoulders, my nails digging into him as I slide my fingers down to his chest. “I’d think–” I don’t finish my thought as a moan takes over my body. “I’d think about your big thick cock pounding into me. Whispering filthy an–,” my eyes close tightly, feeling his cock hit my G-spot with so much force. I’m gonna come. “and dirty things. Moaning out your name over and over again,” I’m breathless by now, consumed by pleasure. “The entire country of Italy knew who owned this pussy.” I smirk down at him.

Leaning down so we’re face to face, I brush my lips against his. “Fuck me,” I whisper before claiming his lips, kissing him roughly, fueling the fire inside me. “Goddamn,” Carter curses as he takes my hair in his fist, holding me down as he thrusts into me, taking over.

My pussy clenches around his dick, choking his cock. Getting wetter than ever before as I hear the wet sounds take over. “Did you imagine this? Me fucking you so hard, baby, that you don’t walk for a straight week. Huh?” He asks, his voice gruff as he grips my hair tighter. Our gaze holds us captive, but I can’t respond, too busy focusing on enjoying the feeling, the only indicator being my clenching pussy. “Answer,” Carter demands, slapping my ass hard as I feel the sting from the slap.

“Yes, Oh God, yes,” I moan out. He smacks my ass again, and I know for damn sure it's red as I feel the burn and the heat from the slaps. I whimper as I feel myself getting close. Fuck, did I miss this? His cock stretches me like no other. Every time he hits my G-spot, I gasp. “Carter. Harder.” I cry out, begging him to pound harder and faster. He does exactly what I want. Pounding into me mercilessly, my whole body explodes. Unable to warn him, I come as I gush my release onto him and the bedsheets.

Carter doesn’t give me a chance to calm down from the high before he manhandles me. On my hands and knees, he thrust into me without warning, making me gasp. His thumb spreads my come all over my puckered hole, pushing his thumb inside; his other hand caresses my ass as he continues to thrust harder and deeper. Without warning, he smacks my ass cheek. The sting heightens every other sensation in my body, and I beg for more.

“Carter, please,” I say breathlessly. He smacks it a second time and then a third time in the same spot leaving his handprint tattooed on my ass.

Holy shit, I’m going to come again.

Carter pulls my hair, pulling me up so my back is against his chest. One hand goes around my waist to hold me in place, and the other one goes around my throat. My head turns so that his lips can touch mine slowly and passionately. “You’re mine. Say it?” he growls onto my lips, his eyes darker than the ocean.

I can’t articulate a single word, let alone two. His possessiveness, his merciful thrusting, and the choking have all clouded my senses. “ Say it?” He demands against my ear biting my earlobe.

“Yours,” I cry out. “Fuck, I’m yours, Carter. All yours.”

“I love you, Leandra Russo,” he whispers as he begins to slow down his pace. His pace is slow, making me feel dizzy as the tip of his cock grazes my G-spot every single time causing me to shudder with pleasure. Our breathing is heavy and irregular. “I love you too,” I pant as his lips caress mine. His hips move faster again, picking up pace and going deeper. “I’m close.” He grunts

“Me too,” I moan. His hand drops from my waist to my clit, rubbing circles against my swollen clit. “Yes. Ohhh, right there. Carter, don't stop!” My hand grips the back of his neck, my orgasm taking over as I feel my pussy clench rapidly, milking his cock. He drove in and out, holding me in a tight grip, growling as he fucked me.

“Fuck Leandra,” Carter moans. Feeling his cock swell and throb inside me, Carter roars his release painting my walls white.

I’m sated and holy shit if Carter wasn’t holding me up against him, I would be lost. Our foreheads press against each other as we stare into each other's eyes.

He’s mine. And always will be.

Chapter forty-three

Carter

This past week has been the best week of my life or one of the best weeks of my life. Leandra and I went on a cute little date in which we both healed wounds and opened ourselves up to the idea of a future together. Finding out she is and will always be my soulmate was life-changing. We returned later in the afternoon yesterday, in which we picked up Luca, and I took her to the hotel suite where she was staying.

I plan on asking her and Luca to move in with me. I haven’t returned to the penthouse since she left three years ago. I’ve been staying at the pack house because I couldn’t bear sleeping, let alone being there where everything reminded me of her. Plus, her scent still lingered there even to this day. This is why I have spent the last four hours cleaning the entire penthouse so that it can be ready for them both.

I cleaned the kitchen, the living room, the dining room, the primary bedroom, the guest rooms, the en-suites, and lastly, my office. As I open the door to my office and walk towards my desk, I come face to face with a bare painting of Leandra. The painting I did with just my memory of her bare skin inch by inch. Remembering every scar, freckle, and curve. I grab the painting with one hand as my other hand runs all over her bare skin, caressing it. I go back behind my desk to hang it for now as I come up with a better place to put this.

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