Page 4 of After Last Night


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Quickly tossing my top aside, I focus on Carter. He’s staring at me with a blazing hunger that takes me right back up to the peak he just pushed me off.

“You’re hotter than I imagined. And believe me. I imagined.”

He moves in on me then, and when his body brushes mine, I realize he’s naked. I was so mesmerized by his gaze, the look of tortured pleasure straining his face, that I didn’t notice he’dundressed. And now I won’t get a good look at him because he’s gripping my waist and lifting me off the floor.

“Wrap your legs around me.”

Without question, I do what he says, and the hot press of skin on skin sends shuddering waves of need through my core.

“Take me in, Princess.”

“Condom?”

“On.” Carter bucks his hips. His cock slides through my folds, the heat—the hardness—all but pushing me off the ledge I’m riding. “Now take me all the way in.”

I’m not sure I want to let him in. He’s going to make me come again just by filling me. I’ve never been this responsive—this turned on.

“Now, Princess.”

Taking control, he uses his big hands to tilt my hips and line our bodies up. My shoulders press against the wall, and my hands grip his biceps, my legs wrapping around his waist in a vise-like hold.

This position shouldn’t work. He shouldn’t be able to manipulate my body the way he wants so easily, but he does.

Placing the head of his cock at my opening, he locks his gaze on mine and growls, “Are you ready for me to fuck you, Princess? ’Cause I have to say it’s too bad if you’re not.”

With the flex of his hips, he plunges into me. A cry tears from my throat as he fills me with what has to be the biggest cock I’ve ever had.

I’m so wet, so ready, and yet he stretches me to the point of pain, fills me to overflowing and he doesn’t seem to care if I can take him or not.

“You’ll get used to it,” he pants as he pulls out and shoves back in again. Over and over, he retreats and plunges.

It’s hot.

It’s hard.

It’s rough.

And it’s all I need to fly once more.

4

CARTER

Livi’s fingernails dig into my arms but all I can feel is the hot slide of my cock as it plunges in and out of her cunt.

Jesus, she’s tight. Tight and hot and slick and fucking my brain right out of my head. She came within a few strokes but I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot.

I want more than a quick fuck against the wall even though I agreed to no-strings sex. But if I want more, I have to make it so good she wants a repeat.

I plan to make it so good, she never goes anywhere else.

“Let’s do that again.” I lean in and fuse my mouth to hers.

The whole time I’m kissing her, I keep pounding into her. Keep driving harder and faster until her hands move from my arms to my shoulder. Her nails dig and scratch, and with the pain slicing through me, I figure I’ll wear the marks of this exceptional fuck for days.

Thinking she needs similar reminders, I leave her mouth and nibble my way to her throat. I haven’t given a woman a hickey since I was a teenager, but I want to mark Livi.

Sucking at her skin, I pinch it between my teeth and increase the pressure until her breath hitches. I can’t help the grin that splits my face when I open my eyes and survey the damage.