Donovan (Face-Off 3)

“Don’t laugh,” I say, hitting him on the arm with the oven mitt and frowning at the burnt baking dish. “I tried to make you something good.”

“I don’t care.” He tucks my head under his chin. “I’ll eat anything you make. You should have seen the shit Jenny made me when we were kids. We mostly lived off whatever food we could buy with food stamps and scraps she took home from the diner she worked at. I’m not a picky eater. Plus, who doesn’t love Italian soup.”

“It’s not soup, you idiot.” I stare up and into his eyes, shaking my head at him. “It was supposed to be lasagna.”

“Well, now it’s lasagna soup. Because you made it, I will love every bite of it.”

I let out a long sigh, disappointed in myself because I had wanted to show that I could be a good wifey someday. Not that we’re at that stage in our relationship yet, but still, I wanted to do this for Carter.

“I never learned how to cook. We didn’t even feed ourselves. My parents had nannies, maids, butlers, personal chefs, you name it, and we had it. They still live the same way as when I was younger.”

“I know, Princess. It’s okay. Little rich girls don’t learn how to be domestic.”

“But I would like to learn.” I close my eyes, sulking on the inside. “I want to be what you need, Carter.”

“You already are, babe. I don’t need you to wait on me or have dinner ready when I come home every night. You’re enough for me. You are all I need.” He grips me tighter, soaking me in his warmth.

Carter is so big and strong that when he holds me close, I’m consumed by him, filled with his love.

“You know, I think I love you a little more than I did five minutes ago.”

“Is that so?” His voice has a hint of excitement to it. “You could start by showing me how much you love me right now.”

A smile crosses my lips. “How do you suppose I do that, big guy?”

Taking my face in his big hands, Carter kisses me, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, making me forget about my ruined dinner. My nipples harden from his touch as he slides his hand inside my dress, his fingers pinching the tiny bud. A brush of heat spreads down my chest and throughout my body like wildfire.

Carter’s kisses send me over the edge, and as our lips separate, he continues planting them down my neck until he reaches my breasts. He lifts me up and sets me down on the table, opening my legs wider with his thigh. Hiking my dress up, he runs his hand up my leg and brings me closer to him. He already knows I’m not wearing panties, so there are no layers between us.

I’m already working on pulling out his cock when he leans forward, our timing so in sync that all it takes is a little guiding for him to be inside me once again.

“Carter,” I moan and lean back on my elbows, doing my best to move the plates I had set for dinner out of the way, as he fucks me.

He lifts my legs over his shoulders, his massive cock plunging deeper inside me. A chill rushes over me in waves, hardening my swollen nipples. I bite down on my lip, obscenities on the tip of my tongue because this feels so good as an orgasm rips through me.

As per the usual, Carter plows into me, both rough and aggressive, knocking a glass from the table in the process. It crashes against the tile, but the shattered glass doesn’t stop him. Nothing does. He’s a machine when it comes to sex.

My body convulses, tightening the grip I have on his cock. I scream so loud that I wonder if

my neighbors will call the cops with the table banging, glass breaking, and Carter pounding me. I stare up at Carter and watch as he groans in pleasure along with me, finally collapsing on top of me. He lays his head on my stomach, the sweat from his forehead soaking my dress.

“I fucking love you, Syd. My God, woman, I love you.”

“So much for dinner, huh?” I say with a smirk.

He winks. “Best dinner I ever had.”

We both laugh, and with Carter still inside me, his laughter shakes through me. I run my fingers through his sweat-glistened hair, taking in the sight of my man. The love of my life.

After Carter pulls out of me, our juices slide down my leg. There’s no way we’re eating dinner at this table now.

I stand up and press my palm to his chest, peeking up at him from beneath my lashes. “How about we get in the shower together, and after we’re done, I’ll order us a pizza. Sound good?”

He nods. “Sounds perfect.” Then, he surprises me by lifting me over his shoulder like a ragdoll and stalks toward the bedroom. His hand lands hard on my ass as he spanks me. “You’ve been a dirty girl. It’s time to clean you up.”

“Oh, baby!” I squeal with delight. “I’ve been a bad girl. I think you should punish me.”

I can see him smile as he sets me down on the floor in the master bathroom. “Don’t worry, Princess. You will be begging me to stop by the time I’m done with you.”