Valerie
Ashrill ringing interrupted my stuffing my face with pancakes drenched in syrup, and Carlyle didn’t even look at his phone before declining the call. Chewing my large bite, I smiled as he piled eggs onto his toast, but before he could get it into his mouth, his phone went off again. Irritation morphed in his features, but I nodded as he reached to snatch it and swipe the screen.
“What?” Putting down his fork, Carlyle grabbed his coffee as he frowned under furrowed brows. His gaze flickered to me warily, jaw ticking as he held his mug to his lips, but the irritation on his face eventually faded away before he wordlessly hung up. Setting the device face down, he took a swig of his brew, and I licked my lips heavily as I watched a drop slip down the side of the ceramic. “So, I don’t need your sister to write the program for me anymore. Jerry figured it out. I’ll still pay her for what she did, but that’s alright for you because you can get started on your thing when we get back.”
“Oh, okay. I can text her and let her know.” I’d left the phone in the car, and a certain kind of anxiety gripped me as Carlyle nodded in agreement. “Do you think getting the phone under your name was enough?”
“Even if it wasn’t, I’m fully confident that you and your sister will be fine.” Reaching across the table, Carlyle squeezed my fingers reassuringly as darkness flashed in his eyes. “Trust me.”
“I do.” I answered faster than I thought I could talk, and he smiled as I stood up to round the small table and straddle his lap. The heat of him wrapped around me, and I cupped his hard jaw to kiss him as he shamelessly groped my ass. Moaning softly, desire smoldered beneath my tank top, and he caressed my sides as his fingers snuck under the thin fabric. He tasted strongly of coffee, and I opened my mouth for his tongue as warm, calloused palms kneaded my breasts.
“A guy could get used to this.” Goosebumps swept across my chest, and my nipples tightened as Carlyle slopped open-mouthed kisses down my neck. Shivering when he pulled my shirt off completely, I arched into his hands, and greedy lips clamped around my nipple. Shocks of pleasure surged south, and I gripped the back of his chair to grind against him.
The soft silk of Carlyle’s boxers burned my thighs, and I closed my eyes and tossed my head back to savor his attention. Squeezing my breasts together, he scraped his tongue along the pert peaks, and a gasp escaped me as eroticism flooded my chest. Reaching between us, he worked his hand into my panties to circle my clit, and my abdomen clenched as he kissed his way back to my mouth.
“You little slut, you’re so wet.” My lips parted in a silent moan when Carlyle teased my entrance, but he didn’t linger before reaching to grip my asshard. Standing up in one swift display of pure physical strength, he carried me over to the bed, and I panted softly as expectant thrill raced through my veins. “Stick that perfect ass in the air and bounce.”
“Only if you spank me.” Even as I posed my condition, my body shuffled on its own, and Carlyle chuckled a sultry sound that rolled up my back. On my knees, my skin jumped when he pulled down my panties to caress my ass cheeks, and I wiggled my hips. Bracing my forearms on the mattress, I gasped when he bit the globe firmly— not hard, but more than a graze of his teeth. The bed dipped, and he spread my ass to peel my slick folds with thumbs.
“Valerie . . . ” The worshipful lilt in Carlyle’s voice thickened the goosebumps blanketing every inch of me, and my toes curled against the sheet bunched up under me. My core clenched, and his breath hitched as he leaned to conform to my back. Kissing my shoulder, he pulled his cock out of his boxers to swipe the head between my folds, and I rolled my hips against his.
Thrusting to slather his shaft in my juices, Carlyle slid his thumb inside me, and I arched with a low moan as pleasure rippled up my spine. His heat disappeared, and he wiggled his thumb before pulling out to poise his head at my quivering entrance. Gripping the sheet tightly, I rocked back on my knees, and the thick ridge of his cock stretched my entrance.
“Fuck, Valerie . . . bounce that ass on my cock.” My thighs touched my heels, and Carlyle jiggled my ass with greedy palms as I wiggled my hips. His thick, silky cock caressed my walls as they hugged him tighter, and he ground his hips against me to reach deep. The fine hairs on my back stood up when he raised his palm, and I clenched in preparation just before he spanked me firmly.
Pleasure beat against my eye sockets as I jolted from the impact, and Carlyle growled in satisfaction. Rocking forward, I set a steady pace, and my moans muffled in the bed to match his sputtered gasps and grunts. Sweat dribbled between my shoulder blades, and I pushed myself onto unsteady arms to flip my hair out of my face. Gathering up the strands, he pulled my head back, and I gasped when he snapped his hips against mine.
His cock caressed my walls, the veins pulsing with each thrust, and I whimpered when Carlyle smacked my ass harder. Rolling my hips to his beat, I lost myself in the utter euphoria of his powerful muscles flexing against me. Tugging me off my hands, he grappled my breasts to squeeze, and the rigidness of his chest played against my back. Tweaking my nipples as he filled my channel, his pants rolled down between my breasts, and I moaned loudly.
“Yeah, you better like that.” Short, sharp fingernails dragged down my abdomen, and Carlyle gripped my hip hard to hold me down. Thrusting hard, the jolt of him against my back rippled with such power that my eyes rolled, and I tilted my head back to bury my face in his neck. Little high-pitched whines escaped me with each, jarring thrust, thesmackof skin on skin thickening the dense atmosphere to the point that it was hard to breathe.
“I’m gonna come . . . I’m gonna . . . I’m-m comin-n-g . . . yes-s! Carlyle! Fuck me . . . just like that!” The veins of his cock gyrated my inner walls as I tensed, the pleasure building until it spilled over, and he growled hungrily in my ear. My whine echoed beyond the blood that pounded against my eardrums to the beat of him, and his heart thundered against my back. Clamping down on his hard girth, my hands flew up to disappear in his hair, and he nibbled my shoulder as he ground his hips against my ass.
“Holyfuck-k. . . ” I could hear it in Carlyle’s voice that he was close, his moan straining, and my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth as I panted like a greedy bitch. “Shit . . . shit . . . ”
Clenching around his cock as it throbbed, I sputtered a breath at his hard, unsteady pace, and Carlyle pushed me down to pull out at the last second. I couldn’t turn around fast enough, and eagerness watered my mouth as I wrapped my lips around his head. Peeling back his foreskin, I groaned at the mingling taste of us, and he buried his fists in my hair to take complete control.
“Fuck . . . oh, fuck . . . Valerie . . . choke on my cock.” I don’t know what I was expecting, but the roughness of him fucking my face was arguably more of a turn-on than the actual sex itself. Gagging around his thick cock, I cupped his sac and squeezed, and he thrust hard to bend down the curve of my throat. My juices dribbled off my clit, and I reached between my legs to pleasure myself as he hissed from high above me.
Arching sharply when Carlyle’s curls tickled my nose just the wrong way, I gagged viciously, and he pulled back just far enough to let me rasp a breath. Tiny tears escaped my shuttered lids, and I caressed his shaft with my lips as the need to taste him completely overwhelmed me.
“Come . . . come in my mouth . . . oh G—” Cutting me off as he surged down my throat, Carlyle’s pelvis kissed my chin, and I choked violently. My throat closed around his spongy head, and I caressed his sac as I abandoned my clit to stroke his shaft. Two sharp thrusts of his hips were all it took, and his cock rippled against the roof my mouth as he pulled back to cum. Hot and salty, his ecstasy slathered my tongue and cheeks, and I sucked his tip as he groaned and gasped haltingly.
“You know, maybe I was wrong about your oral skills.” Panting harshly, his toned muscles twitching under skin taut and glistening with sweat, Carlyle’s voice trembled. Gulping down my mouthful, I licked his softening cock before he tugged on my hair, and he captured my lips voraciously. “I could get used to that.”
“Ilovesucking your cock . . . ugh . . . ” Hooking his arm around my waist, Carlyle smirked at my groan, and I let the residual emptiness of my mind linger. Resting my cheek on his shoulder, I closed my eyes and heaved a hot breath, and his taste tingled my buds. “Why didn’t you like it?”
“I guess it was just something degrading to me, something humiliating. It’s just how I’ve always felt about it. The last time I got a blowjob, the slut talked more than anything else, too . . . it was really irritating.” I didn’t have the mind to argue with those points, and even if I did, I probably wouldn’t. “I thoughtyoudidn’t like it?”
“I don’t, but when you pulled my hair, and I didn’t have to sprain my neck, or choke myself . . . ” My mouth watered just talking about it, and I sighed shakily as Carlyle flopped forward to spoon me. Powerful arms wrapped me up, legs tangling, and I closed my eyes as he took a deep breath against my back. “I’d go through that again. Every guy I’ve been with expects me to do all the work.”
“When we get back, I’ll face fuck you before I go to work. Deal?” Chuffing a rasping giggle, I nodded, and Carlyle tightened his arms around me as he exhaled over my shoulder.
