“What?” I ask innocently, peeking over my shoulder.
“Is this part of your little game?” he asks with raised eyebrows.
“Maybe. But the next time, I’m gonna let you cum all over me,” I assure him, and his eyes close slowly, seemingly forgiving my torture.
“Right there, baby,” he growls, gripping my hips so that I can’t lessen the friction.
“You like that?” I ask seductively.
“Fuck!” he bites out.
I reach behind and squeeze my ass cheeks, rising and falling on his cock as fast as I can manage. His hands are gripping each of my hips as he pulls me into him, his release just seconds away.
“Oh, baby!” I yell, the sensation pushing me towards my own climax, something that’s never happened without clitoral stimulation.
“I’m gonna make you cum so hard, baby,” he promises as he continues manhandling my small frame.
“I wanna feel you cum for me,” I plead, my knees growing weak.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum all over this pretty little ass!” he growls before slapping my ass harshly.
“Ahh!” I cry out as he spanks me with the perfect balance of pleasure and pain.
“Oh, fuck… Here I come…” His voice is hoarse and throaty. His hips surge forward, his body lifting from the seat as he slides between my ass cheeks vigorously.
“Yes! Yes!” I yell, his loss of control turning me on. I love making a man melt, especially a man as powerful
as Carter. He can have any woman he wants, and do whatever he chooses, but he’s behind me, moaning and groaning uncontrollably. I feel like the most powerful woman in the world.
“Ahhh!” he yells as his cock spasms between my cheeks, his body slowing as his hips settle back on the seat. The warm cream slides between my crack as my body begins to cool down.
“Fuck,” he sighs before adding, “Let me get you off.”
“You don’t have to,” I assure him while standing.
“I know I don’t have to,” he bites his lip and I realize he wants to make me cum. The realization sends shudders through my body.
“Okay,” I acquiesce, shrugging with the hopes of looking casual.
“Lay down,” he stands, pulling up his boxers and pants at the same time, buckling his pants while watching me spread out on the soft velvet sofa.
“I could make you cum so many ways,” he huffs as if it’s truly laughable.
“So how will you do it?” I wonder aloud.
“That’s for me to know,” he smirks and my body relaxes, trusting his ability, eager to feel him.
The soft tips of his fingers run the length of my body, and I swear to you I could cum from that alone. He definitely knows his way around a woman’s body, I even begin to doubt that he’s actually a virgin as he begins to massage my breasts.
“I like these,” he says under his breath as if it’s not even for me to hear.
“Kiss them,” I plead softly and he glances up toward me with a glare that makes me question if I’m allowed to speak during this process.
After a hesitation, he leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth, moving his tongue in a wave like motion that makes me squirm in delight.
“Oh God!” I moan, my back arching as I force him to take more of my breast into his mouth.
With his teeth tugging at my nipple, I shriek before he moves to my other breast and repeats his routine, which I think I’ll never tire of. He feels incredible and knows just what he’s doing. With his hand moving down my belly, air catches in my throat as my heart rate increases drastically, my chest heaving in anticipation.