The Renovation (Contemporary Reverse Harem 2)

He took a step back to look at me, and I could swear I saw something pass over his eyes. I wasn’t sure I could describe it, other than to say there was a passion in them that made me weak in the knees. He returned his mouth to mine with a crash, and I fell right into him as some sort of current washed over me, landing right in my core.

My throbbing core. Damn, it had been a while since I’d felt something like that.

His tongue probed at my lips, gently teasing them apart. He knew where he wanted to go but was willing to wait for me to follow along.

I loved that. No disgusting shove his tongue down your throat action.

How could any guy think that’s hot anyway? I’d never understood it.

“What about the chicken?” I asked.

He looked over his shoulder at it.

“Are you worried about it?” he asked with a small grin. “’Cause it doesn’t look like it’s going anywhere to me.”

I had to laugh at that.

His hands ran down the back of my workout leggings ‘til his fingers reached the cheeks of my ass. With a tight hold, he lifted, plopping me on the edge of the counter. He parted my knees and moved between them, returning to our kiss and wrapping my legs around his waist. My entire body tingled with heat, and through the thin fabric of my workout clothes, I could feel his hard cock.

His kisses moved to my neck when I felt his fingers tease under the hem of my T-shirt. They travelled until they met my sports bra, where he ran his fingers over my nipples, already standing at attention. A slight moan escaped me, and he pulled up my bra until the girls were free. He lifted my shirt over my head and pushed my aching tits together and to his mouth.

Fuck, yeah.

He sucked one and pinched the other, then switched sides, driving me mad with the sensation of pleasure and pain. I leaned back onto the counter with my hands behind me, my head falling back, giving him all the access he needed to make me feel so fucking good, I thought I might cry.

“How you doin’, baby?” he murmured.

“Good…” I whispered. “So good…”

“Yeah? You mind if I have a little taste of your pussy?” he growled.

Holy shit, if I hadn’t been sitting on my ass, I would have fallen over. I had to nod in agreement, because I couldn’t say a fucking word. He helped me down from the counter. I kicked off my sneakers, and he lowered my leggings until I’d pulled my feet out of them. All he left behind were my pink panties and little footie socks.

This time, he lifted me and brought me to the sofa in his living room. But instead of sitting, we walked around to the back of it, where he bent me forward. I gripped the soft cushions on the sofa as he positioned my ass up high and spread my legs as far apart as he could.

I didn’t know what the hell he was doing, and I didn’t care.

While positioned behind me, he whispered his fingers over my throbbing core, with only the lace of my panties keeping him away from my searing flesh. I wiggled into his touch to increase his pressure and to also let him know I wanted more. Yeah, more.

His fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties and with agonizing slowness, he brought my legs back together to peel them off my ass, down past my thighs, and over my feet. He pushed my legs apart once again, exposing my most private parts. A soft groaned sounded behind me.

It was nasty, and naughty, and I loved it.

His hands smoothed over my ass, when he pried me open to reach my pussy and tongued me from clit to ass and back.

Carter’s finger then pushed into my slit. I nearly screamed as he curled it inside me in a come here motion. While he did that, I felt his lips on my ass cheeks where he planted tiny little kisses that got closer and closer to my…Wow. He was really going there. Oh. My. God.

His tongue tickled my ass—yes, my ass. And I couldn’t believe how fucking great it felt. One finger in my pussy, and his tongue on my ass. How come I never knew about this before?

From my inverted position, I dug my hands into the sofa cushions for the leverage I needed to buck my hips in time to his strokes. My nipples got rock-hard, and my entire body broke out in goose bumps. My breath rasped, and my whimpering grew. I was in a goddamn mind-blowing free fall. He pressed harder until my asshole opened just a little for his tongue. I screamed.

An orgasm I didn’t see coming hit me like a truck.

My head thrashed, and I could only guess that all the noise in the room was coming from me. I slapped my hands against the sofa cushions while he continued to work my backside and finger fuck me at the same time. He was relentless, dragging me through my orgasm until I thought I might pass out.

When I stopped thrashing, he pulled me to standing, holding me in support against my shaking legs, wrapping his arms around me from behind.

“How you feeling, gorgeous?” he asked.