“God…” She stopped kissing me so she could scream in my mouth. “Carter…”
I’d never loved hearing my name on a woman’s lips so much, not like I did right now.
“Carter.”
I pounded into her harder, making her scream louder. She tightened around me so much, it felt like my dick might snap in half. I pressed my forehead against hers and concentrated on her, making sure she enjoyed every single second of the long climax. I wanted her to live in the moment, to ride the high as long as she could. I focused on her, keeping my body in line so I wouldn’t finish too soon. Keeping myself in check had never been difficult, not when I got pussy on a regular basis, but it’d been weeks with no action. It was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do…to be a gentleman and wait for her to finish.
When she stopped screaming in my face, I knew she was finished. Her pussy released my cock after it finished bruising it, and then she kissed me again. She kissed me hard, giving me a deeper affection than she had before. This time, it was full of gratitude, thanking me for making her feel such an incredible rush of pleasure. “Carter…your turn.” Her lips paused as she looked me in the eye. She focused her gaze on me, her tits still shaking from my thrusts. She grabbed my hips and directed me inside her, pulling me as far as she could before wincing in pain.
With my eyes locked on hers, I thrust until my dick exploded. I shoved my dick as deep as I could go as I released into the condom, watching the satisfaction in her eyes as I hit my threshold. I dumped my come into the tip of the condom, pretending it wasn’t there at all and I was inserting my seed right inside her.
The climax was good, so good that I would never forget it. I loved feeling her thighs around my hips, feeling her tits drag against my chest when I moved. I loved being buried deep inside her, just a man and a woman. I’d had more adventurous sex with more uninhibited women, but plain vanilla with this woman was far more satisfying. It was exactly what I wanted, the perfect ending to my obsession.
When I finished, I stayed on top of her, letting my dick soften inside her.
The arousal was still in her eyes, despite the satisfaction I just gave her. Her fingers glided along the back of my neck, and she looked at me with nothing less than affection. She pulled my lips to hers and kissed me again, her ankles coming together at my back.
Once I finished, I usually rolled off and hopped in the shower right away. But her kiss was exactly what I wanted. Watching her want me inflated my ego, gave me another boost of confidence I didn’t think I needed. Conquering this woman made me feel like a king.
She gave me a bit of her tongue before she pulled away, her lips just an inch from mine. “Could you do that again?” She begged with her eyes, asking me to satisfy her just like that once more.
All the muscles in my body tightened at her request. I’d never heard a woman say something so sexy, ask me to please her again because she enjoyed it so much the first time. This woman hated me, but that hatred didn’t affect our mutual attraction. There was a distinct line drawn, separating the two. We both understood the difference. “Sweetheart, I’ll do it as many times as you want.”
Eight
Mia
I lay beside Carter in his bed, the sunshine starting to come through the windows because dawn had arrived. The night had been filled with terror and pleasure, and the time moved so quickly that I didn’t notice the night was gone until morning light appeared.
Hot and sweaty, we lay several feet apart. His chest shone from the moisture that coated his skin. With his eyes closed, he breathed deeply as his body returned to calm. The sheets were kicked away, so most of his naked body was revealed, from his chiseled torso to his muscular thighs. His dick lay on his stomach, smaller than it was before but still impressive in size. His guard was down, creating a perfect opportunity for me to strike.
But I continued to lie there.
When I came on to Carter, I wasn’t thinking about my actions. I was living in the moment, my emotions and empathy dictating my actions. My limbs were secure in chains, and Carter’s hostile arousal filled his bedroom. He wanted to hurt me so bad, wanted to fulfill the dark fantasies every man had—whether they admitted it or not. I had absolutely no power in the situation. I forfeited all my rights when I tried to escape.