“You happy now, darlin’?”
Her fingers weave into my hair, tugging gently and tilting my face up to hers. “Ecstatic.”
I grab her by the hips and drag her to the edge of the bed, burying my face between her thighs before she can get another word out. She gasps, her smugness breaking into a moan.
“You make me crawl,” I growl against her, sliding my tongue into her needy pussy. “I’ll make you beg.”
Her thighs tighten around my head as I drag my tongue up her slit, slow enough to make her squirm. She tugs at my hair, her moan breaking when I circle her clit with the flat of my tongue.
“Carter—” she gasps, arching back on her elbows.
I smirk against her, licking her again, slower this time. “What, baby? You wanted me on my knees. You gettin’ what you asked for.”
Her hips grind against my mouth, desperate, already trembling. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right while I suck her clit, and she lets out a cry so sharp it echoes off the walls.
“Fuck—don’t stop, don’t?—”
I pull back just enough to blow cool air over her swollen flesh, watching her thrash. “Don’t what, darlin’? Don’t edge you? ‘Cause that’s exactly what I’m doin’.”
She whines, tugging at my hair, her thighs squeezing tight. “You bastard.”
“Say please,” I rasp, sliding my fingers deeper, my tongue flicking just light enough to make her sob.
Her eyes squeeze shut, chest heaving. “Please, Carter. Please don’t stop. I need it, I need you.”
I groan, my cock straining painfully against my jeans, but I hold steady, working her until she’s right at the edge, then pulling back again.
She screams into her hands, kicking the sheets.
“You’ll come when I say,” I growl, my mouth glistening with her, my fingers teasing the rim of her entrance but not pushing in. “Not a second before.”
“God, I hate you,” she moans.
“No, you don’t.” I kiss the inside of her thigh, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. “You love me for it.”
Her hips roll, needy, her eyes glassy when she looks down at me. “Then fucking prove it. Make me come.”
I growl, surging back in, sucking her clit hard while thrusting my fingers deep, curling until she shatters. Her cry rips through the air, her body clenching around me as I hold her steady, swallowing every drop, every sound.
I don’t stop until she’s screaming, tears slipping down her temples, her hand limp in my hair. I lick her clean, slow, savoring every second, before crawling up her body, my mouth crashing into hers.
“Good girl,” I rasp against her lips. “Now I need to be inside you.”
She’s limp under me, still trembling from coming on my mouth, but I’m too far gone to stop now. My cock’s aching, leaking against my zipper, every muscle in me wound tight.
I grab her wrist, pressing a kiss to her knuckles before guiding her forward. “On your stomach, darlin’.”
Her eyes widen, lips parting like she wants to argue, but I don’t give her the chance. I flip her onto her belly, pinning her down against the sheets. She gasps, hair spilling wild around her face, ass arched up perfectly for me.
“Carter—” she whines, dramatic as hell.
“You made me crawl.” My voice is low, guttural, as I shove my jeans down just enough to free myself. I grip her hip with one hand, guiding my cock through her slick folds with the other. “Now I’m takin’ what’s mine.”
I slam into her in one hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Her cry tears through the room, muffled against the pillow, her back arching as I grind deep.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, teeth clenched, pulling back slowly before driving into her again, harder. “So tight for me, always so damn tight.”
She claws at the sheets, nails tearing into the fabric, her moans spilling out with every rough thrust. “Oh my God.”
