Donovan (Face-Off 3)

I wrap my arms around his neck and dig my legs into his lower back, twisting my fingers through his hair as I pull him closer to deepen the kiss. The sparks that fly between us send shockwaves through my body, igniting every pleasure point at the same time. His tongue is like magic, and I can only imagine how good it will feel when he’s licking my pussy.

Panting and unable to speak, we break away from each other just long enough to get some air, before Carter lifts me up higher, so he can suck on my nipples, tugging at them lightly with his teeth. A brush of heat sends a blush down my cheeks that spreads throughout my body like wildfire. So far, this is everything I thought a night with Carter Donovan would be like.

After he’s had his fill of the girls, he sets me down on the floor, my thighs smacking together. I’m trembling with need, desperate for more of him. Starting with his belt, Carter slips it from the loops of his black slacks, throwing it on the floor next to him. The room is dark, with barely enough light to see his face, but I have studied every curve in the time we have been together.

He blinks a few times, his gaze never leaving mine, as he pushes his pants, along with his boxers, down to his ankles.

My heart thumps out of my chest from the excitement of the unknown. We haven’t spoken a word since Carter dragged me up to my apartment over his shoulder. I feel as though I should say or do something, but I know he’s in control in the bedroom. This time, Carter will dominate me and take what he wants, fulfilling my every desire. While I like to control the men in my life, I prefer they show a certain amount of force in the bedroom. Luckily, Carter has no problem exercising that power over me.

“Kneel,” he finally says, after stepping out of his shoes and clothes and kicking them behind him. Carter places his large palm on my head and guides me to the floor in the front of him.

I love seeing the carnal side of Carter. Just the thought of his huge cock inside me forces me to lean forward and take his length in my hand, stroking gently before picking up the pace. I look up at him as I do this to gauge his reaction.

With a sexy-as-fuck glaze in his eyes, Carter takes a chunk of my curls between his fingers, the thick muscles in his arms flexing as he tightens his grip. When I lean forward to lick the tip of his erection, he pulls my head closer, ensuring that my tongue makes contact with his sensitive skin.

“Fuck,” Carter mumbles under his breath, a hissing sound escaping his lips as he tilts his head back. “Suck it, Princess.”

I give him lazy licks until he lowers his head and locks onto me. I want him to watch me suck his cock. It turns me on so much that my juices slide down my inner thigh, causing my heart rate to speed up in the process.

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sp; He groans. “Don’t tease me. I’m done with the fucking games.” Then, he pushes my mouth onto his cock, forcing me to take most of him all at once. Carter is big. No, scratch that. He’s fucking huge. So, taking this much of him without preparation is not an easy task. But I handled it like a pro, working his shaft with one hand and massaging his balls with the other.

I can feel him in the back of my throat as he rakes his fingers through my hair, practically choking me again when he lifts his hips. He can last long. I’ll give him that. After what feels like an eternity, I continue sucking and stroking before I can tell I have him. He’s almost there.

“Fuck, baby,” he hisses. “I’m going to…” His voice trails off.

I love hearing the sounds he makes when he comes. Listening to him is enough to make me so fucking wet that my juices are pooling between my legs. My pussy throbs for Carter and his big cock, the longing for him growing with each second that passes.

After I swallow, I peek up at Carter, waiting for him to give the next instruction. I will do whatever he wants tonight. I owe him that much. The time we had spent apart was enough to make me realize my games are stupid, and if I want Carter, I have to give in sometimes. I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit how much handing over the reins to Cater turns me on.

In a soft, sensual tone, he says, “Good girl.” He pats my head as if I’m a dog that he’s about to give a bone.

I should care, because the old me would, but not this time. Now that I have Carter back, I refuse to do anything that could fuck this up. I belong to him.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs for me.” His tone indicates an order.

I stand up, looking at him for a few seconds before I do as he says. Sinking into the mattress, I scoot along the bed until my back hits a wall of pillows. I lean my head against the wooden headboard and open my legs, taking in the sight of Carter as he crawls between my thighs. He kisses my bare skin, torturing me, as he lowers himself so that he can bury his face between my legs.

His breath against my pussy makes my toes curl, and when his tongue slips between my folds, I hold my breath, unable to move or think straight. From the start, I had wanted to feel Carter’s beard scratch my pussy as the tiny hairs rub my skin and his tongue works its magic. My mind goes blank the more he laps up my juices and sucks on my clit. And, as he shoves two fingers inside me, his tongue bringing me to the point of convulsing, I concentrate on finding my release as he manages to hit the sweet spot.

Gripping his hair in my hands, I hold him in a vise and scream his name, sounding as if he’s murdering me. I’ve always been somewhat of a screamer, but Carter takes me to a whole other level.

Why did I insist on playing games with him? I had no idea what I was missing out on by withholding sex from Carter. It turns out I was only punishing myself, because my God, Carter has some serious skills. He wasn’t joking when he said he was going to feast on my pussy. After every promise he made, Carter did not disappoint. Not even close.

In preparation for tonight, I left the condoms on the nightstand next to the bed. Carter glances up as if searching for them. He spots the box, and his eyes flicker with acknowledgment. Sitting up, he pushes my leg to the side just far enough for him to retrieve a packet from the table next to the bed.

He tears open the foil, staring down at me as he rolls the latex down his length. “Are you ready?”

I nod, nervous about his size as he positions himself at my entrance, before plunging inside my wetness. I have no time to adjust, forced to take all of him at once.

Grabbing my hips, he fucks me hard, so fucking hard that I close my eyes, hoping the pain will soon turn to pleasure. Once it does, I don’t want him to stop. He’s so rough that I’m pretty sure he will leave a mark. I hope he does so that I have proof that this night happened and it wasn’t all a dream.

I slide my hands through his hair that’s just long enough to push behind his ears. He’s so fucking sexy. Combined with the faces he makes as he pounds into me, claiming my pussy, I almost lose my shit. With my legs wrapped around him and digging into his back, I push him further inside me, biting down on my lip from the pain.

Beads of sweat form on his forehead, and when he finally bends down to kiss me, I can taste his saltiness on my lips. He’s a beast on the ice and apparently, a savage between the sheets. But he’s tender for a second, even if it only lasts for the few moments where he stares into my eyes, communicating that he wants more. He’s nowhere near done with me.

Right after I come, he pulls out just long enough to flip me over and onto my stomach. He grabs my hips, positioning me how he wants, and fucks me from behind. This time, he’s more violent. But I don’t care.