Page 8 of Carter

“How old are you?” She asks suddenly as we make our way back to my car.

“32”

She nods at my reply. “You’re old,” the corner of her lips twitches up into a smile. I know she is trying to tease me.

“If I was old, could I do this?” I question as I lift her into my arms and spin her around. As I spin her, she laughs and says, “I like older men, I find them more attractive, plus they have more experience,” almost as if she hasn’t realized what words just left her mouth.

“Carter!” Leandra yells as I continue to hold her in my arms, wanting to get down. “Put me down, please.”

I set her on the hood of my car as I leaned down, kissing her gently at first as I continued to consume her mouth into a passionate kiss. Driving back to the Park Hyatt Sydney, I can see her staring out the window. Her thoughts start to flood my mind. She’s giving herself a hard time and feeling embarrassed about what she said, but I’m happy she likes older men. She’s mine, and only I’ll be the one touching her.

Arriving back at the hotel, I take her hand between mine and lead her to the elevator up to my penthouse. As she follows me inside, I give her a tour of my place. Entering my office, she lets go of my hand and heads to the bookshelves along the wall of my office. Her fingers trace the spine of some of my favorites. She wanders over to my desk, her eyes taking in the different drawings, designs, colors, and ideas I have for her firm.

“These are amazing!” she says with a smile on her face.

“Thanks,” I whisper, leaning my lips dangerously close to her ear. “These are specifically designed for what you have in mind and what reminds me of you," I say, spinning her around so that she can face me. Our eyes connect. She smiles as I pull her closer to my body.

“The picture on your desk is that of you,” she says, looking up at me with those innocent brown eyes. Turning back to my desk, I grab the picture she refers to. I was about five when that picture was taken. Liam and I are both smiling and hugging each other. The second picture on my desk shows me sitting on my dad's shoulders.

“Are they your parents?” She questions. I nod as she holds the picture in her hands. “You look so much like your father, but you have your mother’s eyes and dimples.” She says, looking at me in fascination. Her eyes travel down to my plump lips. She clears her throat and steps away. “Back to your drawings, they are impressive. Can you draw people as well?”

Pushing off my desk, I make my way toward her. Grabbing her by the waist, I lean down and whisper a yes. My lips hover over hers. Her face is completely flustered. I hoist her up, making my way back to my desk and placing her on the edge of my desk.

She lets out a shaky breath as she looks up at me. Her hands take hold of my shirt, removing it. I take off my undershirt as her hands reach for my belt. A smirk then appears on my face as I take what’s mine. Kissing her along her throat, sucking on the skin. I pull up the hem of her dress, revealing her red lace panties. My eyes turn darker full of lust and desire for the woman in front of me.

Dropping to my knees, I leave soft, delicate kisses along her skin. Goosebumps raise instantly as I push her thighs open. I can smell her arousal as I lower my face between her sweet, creamy thighs. She’s soaking through her panties. My fingertip begins to trace up her other thigh resting above her cloth-covered clit. She breathes harshly as I press down, pinching her clit softly.

Her mouth hangs open slightly as she closes her eyes in pleasure. I rip her panties off and grab them, shoving them into my pants pocket. She looks down at me in shock.

Sweet fuck, she's gorgeous.

My gaze is intense as I see lust and desire, and for a moment, my gaze holds her prisoner before I dip my head between her creamy thighs again. My tongue gives her slow, firm strokes against her.

She moans breathlessly, and I smile against her pussy as she grinds her hips to my face. Her hands grip the edge of the desk. Constantly licking over her sweet spot. “Holy fuck,” she pants out. “Carter,” her thighs grip tighter as I suck on her clit. I can feel her closer to the edge as I slide two fingers, curling them slightly to hit her g spot. Her pussy is clamping my fingers like a vice as I continue to thrust in and out.

“Yes,” she breathes out. “Right there.” Sucking harshly, I feel her coming as she moans, “Oh my God,” breathing heavily. Her whole body shakes. “Fuck, baby, you taste so fuckin' sweet,” licking her cum from her wet folds. Still kissing her pussy and thighs, I wait for her to cool down before making my way up her mouth and kissing her so that she can taste herself on my lips.

“What the fuck…” she mumbles to herself. Smirking at her, I can’t help but feel mesmerized by her. “Good?” Her eyes show mischief. “Good?” I repeat, looking at her smugly. “Better than good!” she says, looking all too satisfied.

“Better than good? Huh,” she nods instantly with a look of triumph on my face. She stands, pulling the hem of her dress over her head and shirt. Exposing her lace-covered breast. A grunt leaves my mouth as I look at her. Her eyes find my bulge, and she leans forward to undo my pants and lower my zipper. “Leandra,” I say as I grab her wrist. Her innocent eyes look up at me as she lowers to her knees before me.

Slowly lowering my trousers, I tightly grip her hair into my fist, pulling her head back. Her hands slip into my boxers as she grips my hard cock. Fuck was I hard. I let out a throaty groan, sending her wild as she pulls my boxers down, letting my dick spring free.

She places her hands on my thighs and licks me from base to tip. Kissing the head of my cock. Placing her mouth around my head, she begins to suck. “Fuck,” I groan, pushing her head lower so that she can take all of me. “Leandra,” I say breathlessly. “Fuck, that feels good. Baby, don’t stop.” My dick reached the back of her throat, her eyes watering at how close she was to gagging, but she carried on. I continue to grunt. Moaning her name as she continues to suck harshly, playing with my balls.

“God, Leandra, you’re gonna make me come.” My words make her suck harder, and I tighten my grip on her hair. She pulls back, taking me out of her mouth as she grips my cock stroking fast. My cum squirts over her chest as my eyes are dark and hooded as I grunt deeply, yelling her name.

I pull her up so that we are standing chest to chest as my cum drips down her chest. “Where the fuck did you learn to give head like that?” I question just above a whisper. “Touché,” she says with a satisfied smile. A smile plasters onto my lips as well. “Let’s get you cleaned up,” I say softly.

Chapter eight

Leandra

It’s been a few weeks since the day I went down on Carter and let me tell you, I love the control I had over him while doing it. I truly understand what my best friend Jess was talking about when it comes to giving head. These past few weeks have consisted of mind-blowing sex almost every night.

I know we both have been busy these past few days, so we haven’t met for lunch or dinner, but it doesn’t explain his lack of communication. I can’t stop myself from overthinking and coming up with a million different scenarios about why he hasn’t answered any of my calls or text messages. I’ve been busy finding potential lawyers for the firm here, and he’s been busy overseeing the construction.

That day in his penthouse office, he showed me the designs, and we discussed his idea as well as my own. I love that he listened to what I wanted, but he added to my vision, and honestly, once this is complete, the building and the overall design will be well worth the wait and money I'm investing.

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