Donovan (Face-Off 3)

Clutching the sheets between my fingers, I use my forearms to support myself and press my lips to the mattress. I scream so fucking loud my throat hurts. Carter is so rough with me, my ass slapping against his skin as he takes what he wants from me. I had no idea he was such an animal before tonight.

He mentioned a few times at dinner that it would hurt. Carter asked me if I was prepared to be spanked, so it’s no surprise when his palm comes down hard on my ass cheek. Despite knowing it would come, I still wasn’t ready for him to whack me with so much force.

He leans forward, fisting my hair in his hands with the other still on my hip. My insides clench around him, and I come again. This time, a series of orgasms wreck me one after another, owning my body. After all the men I have been with, I never had sex like this. I never had Carter with his calloused hands and big cock, manhandling me and ruining me for all men.

He waits until my body relaxes before pulling out of me again. With a steady hand, he moves me onto my back, lifts my legs over his shoulders, and pushes inside me once more. This man has no limits. I swear he could last all night, but he’s already destroyed me. He didn’t just claim my pussy, he owns it.

Kissing my inner thigh, he glances down at me, holding my focus as he goes deeper and deeper. He doesn’t speak, only a series of grunts and fuck me eyes that set my body on fire. After so many orgasms and the pain he caused to get me there, I feel numb all over. It’s as if my body is floating above me, completely detached with the high Carter has given me.

Showing a softer side I haven’t seen from him, Carter drops my left leg onto the bed, still holding the right one, and bends forward to kiss me. He changes his pace as he does this, slowing down just enough to make it hurt less as I yell obscenities against his lips.

My screams die off in his mouth, and my body trembles beneath him. He made me come so many times I have lost track. I had no idea it was even possible to have this many orgasms in one night without the help of a vibrator.

Carter finally comes, his entire body shaking in the process. He grunts and groans, his face writhing in agony, and it’s sexy as fuck. Looking into my eyes, he kisses my forehead, and then, leaves a trail of kisses down my neck and chest before sliding out of me. Out of breath, he rolls onto his side and squeezes my breast once before dropping his arm onto the mattress.

I can barely function, my mind so detached from my body that I couldn’t even formulate a single thought if I tried. Is there anything to say after such world-shattering sex? Where do I even begin?

Our heavy breathing is the only sound filling up the silence in the quiet room. I close my eyes, doing my best to control my heart rate. But I am still having trouble getting a handle on myself. I want more, though I doubt my body would last another round with Carter. He stretched me out so much I already know I will be wearing flats tomorrow. I’ll be lucky if I can do more than hobble around my house. Everything hurts but in the best way possible.

Carter rolls onto his side, after a long pause, and kisses my forehead. “That was…”

“Everything you thought it would be,” I finish for him with a smile.

“More. So much more.” He plants a kiss on my lips, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, as he strokes my jaw with his fingers.

Even after our lips separate, I still want more. I can never get enough of Carter. I’m hungry and desperate, searching for the next high. He rolls off the edge of the bed and walks into the master bathroom without another word.

But when he comes back, he has a washcloth in his hand and a smile on his lips. He plops down on the mattress next to me and opens my legs with his hand.

“I hurt you, didn’t I?” He asks with his eyes pointed down at the bed. “I didn’t mean to be so…”

“Rough,” I finish for him.

He meets my gaze, rubbing the wet cloth between my legs. “Yes. I…I don’t know what to say. It’s just the way I am. I warned you at dinner.”

Watching as he cleans me up with such care, I see another side to Carter that makes my heart melt. He’s sweet and caring when he wants to be.

“It’s okay,” I say, running my fingers through his hair. “I will get used to you after a while. A few more times and I won’t even flinch when you fuck me.”

He laughs. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that. I went easy on you tonight.”

For the first time since we stepped into my bedroom, I notice Carter still has on his shirt. The black oxford is rolled up to his elbows with the black-and-gray striped tie lose and dangling from his neck.

Tugging on his tie, I pull him closer. “Why did you leave on your shirt?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t think about it. I was too busy trying to claim your pussy.”

“Why don’t you take it off, so we can get in the shower together? You can wash me all you want in there.”

He stops touching me, and with the washcloth in his hand, he rolls onto his back, staring up at the ceiling as he speaks. “I’m good, but you can get in the shower if you want. I’ll wait here for you.”

“Don’t be silly, big guy.” I finger the top button of his shirt, working my way down when he clamps his hand on top of mine.

“Stop it, Sydney.” His tone completely changes from the lighter version I had only a few seconds before. “I don?

?t want to get in with you, and I’d like to keep my shirt on. Is that going to be a problem?”

“No,” I choke out, holding back my tears.