Carter’s hand snakes around my waist and he begins rubbing my clit, and holy shit, it feels incredible. I begin to forget the tightness of him inside me.
Once he feels my body relaxing, he inches in a bit more, and we start the process over again. Him making me forget the slight sting by manipulating my clit and then sliding in another inch. When I feel his pelvis pressed against my ass, I know I’ve taken all of him. He holds still for a moment, and I become antsy.
He leans over my back, and nibbles his way up my neck to my ear. “You still want hard and rough?” he asks, his voice strained.
Shivers break out all over my body, and I whisper my reply, “Yes.”
He presses a kiss against the back of my neck before he stands to his full height. With his fingers wrapped around my waist, he slowly slides out until just the tip is left inside, then immediately slides back in. He does this three more times, slowly and torturously, and each time it gets easier to take him. Then, on his fourth outward movement, his fingers tighten on my waist, and a second later, he slams forward. I let out a little squeal and rock to my toes, surprised at the sudden invasion. I barely have time to fully register the intense feeling coursing through me, before he’s doing it again.
Over and over, he rams his cock inside me, filling me to the max, and I love every fucking second of it. My boobs bounce back and forth with each forceful movement, and if I were a cup size bigger, they’d slap me in the face.
One hand releases my waist to grab my wrist and drag my hand down to where we’re joined. “Play with your clit,” he rumbles behind me, and I do so immediately.
With the same hand, he slides it up my torso, between my breasts until his fingers wrap around my throat. He applies just enough pressure to show dominance, but not enough to cut off my air flow. He uses his grip on my waist and around my neck to pull me back against him as he continues to hammer forward.
Holy hell. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so thoroughly in my life.
Carter switches his angle, and I nearly see stars when he hits a spot deep inside me. My stomach clenches and tingles form between my legs. I work my finger faster against my clit, chasing what I know is going to be an explosive orgasm.
“Oh shit,” I moan. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
Hearing my plea, Carter’s thrusts speed up. “Are you going to come for me, baby?”
“Yes.”
“Good, because I’m about to explode.”
The words barely leave his mouth when I’m suddenly thrust over the edge and I do see stars. A low cry forces its way past my lips as I ride wave after wave of the most blissful feeling I’ve ever felt.
Who fucking knew orgasms could feel this damn good?
Carter’s movements behind me become jerky, and from the deep groans leaving him, he’s found his own release.
I drop my head forward, letting it hang as I try to catch my breath. Seconds, minutes, or hell, it could be hours, pass before he’s latching his arm around my waist and pulling my back to his sweaty chest. I feel his heavily-thumping heart beating against my back.
Soft lips press against my ear. “Where’s your shower?”
“Hmm…,” I hum instead of answering.
My first inclination is to kick him out. I already feel like I’ve betrayed my family by sleeping with the man. To continue to do so, makes me feel like an even bigger bitch. But then I feel the remnants of what he just did to my body and the little devil on my shoulder whispers, “What’s one more time?”
Pushing the guilt to the back of my mind, where I can forget about it for a little while longer, I step out of Carter’s arms and turn around. Grabbing his hand, I walk backward, giving his arm a tug. I drop my voice seductively, “Ask and you shall receive.”
I may not be going to hell, but I don’t doubt when Wesley finds out what I’ve done, he’ll wish me to perdition.