Carter’s still thick inside me, his cock twitching as his cum leaks out around him, hot between my thighs. He’s holding me close, breath ragged against my temple.
Did he think I was done? Um, no.
I start rolling my hips again, slow at first, then harder, grinding down on him until his groan rumbles through his chest.
“Catalina…” His voice is rough, warning. “Darlin’, I just?—”
“I don’t care,” I cut him off, desperate, my nails biting into his shoulders again as I keep bouncing on his cock. “Give me more. I want every drop, Carter. Fill me again.”
His blue eyes snap open, blazing. “Christ, baby. You’re insatiable.”
“Yeah?” I pant, arching my back, shoving his cock deeper inside me with every thrust. “Then ruin me. Put another load in me. Please, baby, I need it.”
He groans as his hands clamp down on my hips. “Beggin’ me for more cum like my filthy little wife.”
“Yes,” I cry, grinding down harder, sweat dripping down my spine. “I’ll take everything you give me. Don’t stop.”
He thrusts up to meet me, the bed slamming against the wall, his voice breaking as he rasps, “Want me to pump you so deep you can’t think about nothin’ but my cock inside you?”
“Yes!” I scream, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes from how good it feels. “Give me your cum, please.”
My orgasm crashes over me again, as my body spasms around him, sobbing his name. He growls, holding me down, rutting up hard until he’s spilling inside me again, filling me so deep it drips down my thighs.
I collapse against his chest, trembling, my body still rolling weakly against him, greedy even through the aftershocks.
He cups the back of my head, kissing my hair, voice ragged but soft. “That’s it, baby. Take it all. I’ll give you everything. Every fuckin’ drop.”
My whole body feels like jelly, my husband’s cum still warm inside me, with his arms wrapped around me. He’s so soft after, kissing my hairline, fussing over me with a towel and water.
God help me, I love it. I love that this big, gruff man is obsessed with taking care of me.
But I’m also me.
I nuzzle into his chest, tracing the swirls of his tattoos with my fingertip, tipping my chin up with a grin. “Facemask time.”
Carter freezes.
He pulls back just enough to look down at me, his brow cocked. “Darlin’, I just fucked you so hard you couldn’t stand. And you’re thinkin’ about facemasks?”
“Yesssss.” I stretch the word, dragging my finger down his sternum. “Self-care is essential, Carter. And you’re glowing right now, and we need to keep it that way.”
He groans, tipping his head back against the headboard. “Fine.”
I giggle, rolling onto my side and propping my head on my hand. “Come on. Let me pamper my big, strong husband. Don’t you wanna be soft and pretty for me?”
“Pretty?” His blue eyes narrow, but his lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile.
“Yes. Pretty,” I say firmly, already reaching for the drawer where I stash my sheet masks. I pull one out, waving it at him.
He shakes his head, sighing, but he’s already sitting up straighter, letting me crawl into his lap. “Fine. But if you take a picture?—”
I cut him off with a kiss. “No promises.”
He growls, and I laugh so hard I almost drop the mask. Because really—Carter Hayes, the rough, tattooed cowboy who just ruined me in bed, is about to let me stick a lavender sheet mask on his face.
And I think, as I peel it open and he gives me that long-suffering look he only gives me… this is what happily ever after really feels like.
CHAPTER 14
