My head was too jumbled to make sense of what he was saying. And when I felt the blanket pulled from my body and his lips crash into mine, all I could do was open up to him. I felt like he needed me more than I needed him in that moment. Something heavy was weighing on him. I moaned and parted my mouth on a gasp when he bit my lower lip. He took the opportunity to dive in and explore every inch of my mouth. He tasted everywhere he could. Our tongues lapped up one another, suckling and rolling over one another’s. It was the sweetest thing I’d tasted in over a week. But the way Carter savored me wasn’t sweet at all. It was wanton and carnal.
“Nothing,” he growled as he pulled his shirt over his head and moved, pushing me onto my back. He lowered himself in between my legs, which wrapped around him, welcoming him.
My body had a mind of its own when it came to this man.
“No one will keep me from what’s mine. What’sours!”he insisted, grasping my face and kissing me deeply yet again. I raised my hands to his shoulders, pulling him in to let him devour me even more.
“Carter,” I whispered his name again when he finally broke free of my mouth to kiss and bite his way down my neck. My body felt alive for the first time in over a week. My nipples hardened and pressed painfully against the cotton of the T-shirt I wore. I released a hiss when I felt Carter move down and let his teeth clamp down around one distended nipple through the T-shirt.
“Off,” he growled as he sat up.
I blinked, seeing him sitting up between my legs, looking down at me expectantly. His face was hard with arousal and tension. It took me a second to realize he was waiting for me to remove the shirt.
“Now.” He could barely contain himself. I could hear him fight to maintain his control in his voice.
I grabbed the sides of the T-shirt and pulled it over my head. Before I could even release it to let it fall to the floor, Carter hooked his arms underneath my knees and pulled me to him harshly.
He didn’t say anything but his intent gaze was trained on me, as he lowered his mouth to my core and began lapping me up as if he hadn’t eaten in days. His warm tongue rolled over my clitoris and I let out a scream that vibrated around the room. Carter was ferocious in his concentration, quickly bringing me to an orgasm that I yelled my way through. Once that first climax was out of the way, I expected him to lower my legs and move over top of me, but he remained right where he was. His mouth on me again, coaching me to another orgasm.
“Carter, no! I can’t!” I panted, shaking my head against the pillow.
“You will!” he growled, voice muffled since it was still buried in my pussy.
I attempted to push at his arms to free myself from the perfect torture he was giving me, but he wasn’t having it. His tongue glided over my clitoris again and again, twirling it around and around. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my toes curled as the pressure in my center built. I felt my inner walls flutter but I did my best to not let the orgasm crest. It was too much. He was too much.
“Stop fighting it!” he insisted.
“No!” I yelled.
“Yes!” He pressed his tongue firmly against my clit and inserted a finger into my core, angling it to press again my G-spot.
I was done after that. I grunted and moaned, head thrashed against the pillow, thighs tightening around his head as wave after wave moved through my body. Only as the aftershocks of my second orgasm flowed through me, did he finally lower my legs and move between them. I watched with eyes halfway closed as he undid his belt and pants, lowering them to allow his massive erection to spring out. I moaned at the sight of the thick, veiny member that resided between his legs.
“The first time I saw you,” he began talking at the same time he started easing himself inside me, “in that car, scared and trapped, I knew you were mine to protect.”
He lowered his body to me and I raised my arms, wrapping them around his neck. I was weak from my orgasms and choked up by the earnestness in his words.
“Mine to watch over. And mine to love,” he continued as he began moving inside of me.
My back arched off the bed.
“No motherfucker alive is taking you from me.”
“Carter!” I squealed when he rotated his hips, hitting that bundle of nerves inside of me again, this time with his erection.
“Understand me?”
I inhaled. He couldn’t really expect me to answer, right? I was too clouded. My head was too foggy from what he was doing to my body, to me emotionally.
“Do you understand me?” he questioned more forcefully. “You’re mine, Michelle. And I don’t let anyone fuck with what’s mine. I don’t give a shit of what history you two have!” he yelled, surging back into me.
I felt his entire body reverberating with tension. He was now pounding me into the bed. His strokes were unending. I dug my fingernails into his upper back, needing to grasp onto him. My legs wrapped around his lower back. I finally looked up to stare him in the eye. His gaze felt as if it alone could penetrate me.
“I’m yours,” I whispered.
Again his mouth came crashing down on mine and his hand moved down my belly until his thumb found my swollen button. He rocked his hips into me, his thumb massaging me and his tongue again exploring my mouth. I pulled him in tighter as the fluttering in my inner walls began again. I had to break free of the kiss to throw my head back when my third and most powerful climax hit me. Through my own gasps of pleasure and grunting, I heard Carter’s groans. I felt him swell and eventually release inside of me. We came together.
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