“Ian,” she moaned when my finger slid up to glide across her clit.
“We’d have to move slow, so she didn’t know I’d tugged your panties aside, and slid inside you.”
Her skin flushed, and I wanted to watch her come. Wanted to memorialize it on camera. I couldn’t penetrate her, but there were no rules about making someone get off.
“You’re so wet, Carina,” I whispered into her neck.
She was panting now as I worked my thumb in tighter and tighter circles.
“I bet I could slip inside you on the first push. I bet you’d make a mess of me with how wet your cunt is.”
Her nails dug into my back and scratched, pulling a moan from me.
“Such a dirty girl. About to come for the camera. Liking someone watching you take your pleasure.”
“Please.”
“More, baby? Do you need more?” I taunted. Having such a powerful woman beg underneath me had my cock harder than it had ever been before. I began to worry she was going to take me with her when she finally let go.
Needing this to end before that happened, I pressed my thumb directly to her bundle of nerves and roughly shoved two fingers inside her. Her thighs tightened on my hips just as her pussy spasmed around my fingers. I latched on to her parted lips and ate every moan she let free.
When her spasms softened to flutters, I eased my fingers out, and shifted to my side, my back to the camera. Holding her heavy gaze, I sucked every bit of moisture from my fingers, loving the sweet taste.
“I can’t wait to bury my tongue inside you.”
Her jaw clenched, and the hellcat came back. But this time it wasn’t to argue. No, she was ready to make me lose as much control as I’d made her lose.
“Stand up,” she ordered.
I thought about arguing but did as she commanded. She followed, standing toe to toe with me. She dragged her fingers down my chest, kissing each mark better as she fell to her knees.
“Now there’s a sight,” I taunted her. “You on your knees for me.”
She narrowed her eyes before nipping at my hip bones, pulling a shocked gasp from me. With a smirk she kissed along the edge of my boxer briefs, making it better. Rationally, I knew she couldn’t suck my cock right now, but that didn’t shut down the hope the photographer would get an emergency phone call, and I could fuck Carina’s mouth real quick before she came back.
My head swam from the lack of blood, and I needed to take back a little control before I passed out. I dug my hand in her hair, and tugged her head back, exposing her long neck straining over a hard swallow.
“Okay, that’s a wrap,” the photographer interrupted. I reluctantly looked away from Carina to Sarah’s beaming smile as she fanned her face. “Whew. That was one of the hottest sessions I’ve done.”
Carina extracted her hair from my fist and stood, grabbing her dress from the bed and slipping it on.
“I’ll give you both some time to get changed, and then there’s a room down the hall where you can hang out. You’re my only session today, so take your time.”
As soon as the door shut behind her, Carina looked me up and down, lingering on my cock straining to break free from my underwear. With one last heated glance, she turned and strutted into her changing room. Oh, hell no. I wasn’t done with her yet.
The door was almost closed when I lurched forward, slapping my palm to the wood, sending it back open. She jerked around but didn’t seem all that surprised to find me behind her. She retreated until her back hit the wall. The wide-eyed look might have been more effective if she hadn’t been undoing her dress the whole time.
As soon as I reached her, I gripped the edge of her panties and ripped them from her.
“Those were La Perla.”
“I don’t give a shit,” I growled, lifting her up before pinning her to the wall. “I’ll buy you a whole new set. But right now, I need to fuck you.”
“Good for you,” she taunted but didn’t move to get away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my hips.
I held her stare, daring her to stop me as I tugged my boxers down, and freed my dick.
“Are you going to fuck me or just play with yourself?”
With a growl, I poised myself at her entrance and roughly shoved in. She was so wet but tight from her earlier orgasm.
Her moan powered me on. I fucked her like a freight train, lost to the feeling of being buried inside her.
She gasped for air, leaning down to bury her head in my neck, biting at my shoulder.
“Fuck,” I growled at the sharp pain.