“Seeing you like this, I wish I could taste you.” Carter rumbled, his other hand slipping between my thighs. “Maybe next time I will.” He threatened, and I nearly screamed when his thumbalmostswept over my clit.Hestill hadn’t touchedmewith anything but the toy.
I was crying, practically sobbing as I let go, letting him take everything I’d been holding onto and turn it into exactly what I needed.
His voice was rough and low, the timber like I’d never heard before as his lips brushed the shell of my ear, as his teeth tugged on my earlobe. “Part of me wants to draw this out as long as possible so I can stare at your perfect pussy for another hour.” He panted and drew the toy out so fucking slowly. “So I can watch you pink, and wet and desperate.” He circled my entrance, stretching me, and I whimpered into the sheets.
“C-Carter.” I begged.
“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
I spasmed as the tip filled my entrance, and desperate to be full again, I pushed my hips back.
He asked again, “Do you have any idea?”Thrust.
I screamed into the sheets as he drove the toy against my G-spot.
“Answer me, pretty girl,” Carter rasped into my ear, but a strangled cry was all I got out. “I know.” He murmured and drew the toy out. “I know.”Thrust.
I screamed as those spots began to speckle my vision again. My ass was in the sky, my face buried in the sheets, every part of me was sticky, or sweaty, and every part of me was on fire. The smell of him, the feel of him, how erotic what we were doing was. And I was so fucking close to a wildly different kind of orgasm than I’d ever had before. I was desperate to find that release, desperate to fly down the mountain he’d so diligently carried me up.
“You’re doing such a good job.”Thrust.
“You should see how well you’re taking this.”Thrust.
“I can’t help but wonder what you’d look like taking my cock instead of this toy.”Thrust.
I might have screamed. “Carter,” I begged, voice raw. “I wantyou.” I wanted his skin on mine, wantedhiminside me, needed to feelhimclaiming me, fucking me, worshipping me. Wanted the weight of him to bring me back down to earth.
“I know.” He panted, and it was almost a whimper. “But this is why we made the rules, so we didn’t get caught up in the heat of the moment and do something you’d regret.”
Why, oh why, had I dared him to fuck me with the dildo and not just slept with him like a sane person?“Please.”I cried, desperate to undo my stupid mistake. “Please, I need you.”
He was breathless as he asked, “Can I touch you with my hands, Sara?”Thrust.
The way my back arched, desperate for just that—whatever I said was merely a strangled sound.
“Use your words.” Carter chuckled, but the sound was practically predatory.
“Y-yes.” I panted.
“What do you say?”Thrust.
I screamed. “C-Carter.” I whimpered desperately.Thrust.
“Where are your manners, sweet girl?” He hummed a melodic caress wrapping around me. “I’ve never known you to be so demanding.”
I cried into the sheets as his fingers trailed up my inner thighs. “P-P-Please.” I begged.
“There it is.” He murmured, rough and soft all at once, his voice like dark velvet, the sheets hardly muffling my screams when his fingers finally brushed over my clit.Thrust.
“That’s my girl.” He rasped, low and controlled, but there was something dark and wild underneath—his voice was a command that I had no other choice but to obey as I started to black out. “Now be a good girl for me and wash my hands with your holy water, make a mess all over my fingers and come for me, baby.”Thrust.
Stars speckled the darkness behind my eyelids.
I was putty in his hands.
I was nothing and everything all at once.
I had no idea if I screamed or cried, or made a fool of myself as the orgasm of all orgasms began to descend down on me. Warmth like I’d never felt before began to unravel in my core, and everything in me went tight and desperate. In that moment, I would have sold my soul for the release that was on the precipice of descending down on me. The feeling of his body hovering over mine, the feeling of his breath on my skin, the smell of his sheets, his cologne in my nose. The feeling of that spot deep inside me, waking up from a long slumber I hadn’t known it was taking.
