Oh yeah, she’s going to have a nice bruise right at the base of her throat.
It’s already a nice deep reddish-purple. There’s no way anyone will miss the thing, and she’ll have a hard time hiding it with make-up too.
I’ve never wanted to claim a woman as mine before Livi. And now I’ve been inside her, have watched her come apart—felt her come around my cock—the need to make her mine only increases.
I want her like no one else. Want everyone to know she’s mine.
Of course all these crazy thoughts don’t mesh with the whole no-strings sex thing I agreed to, but I have a plan for that.
One I need to concentrate on instead of all this chatter in my damn head.
Then again, all the thinking is keeping me from blowing too soon.
There are so many other things I want to do to Livi—with her—and for now I have to play it like this is the only chance I’ll get to touch her.
With that in mind, I slide a hand up her back and grip her neck. “Hold on.”
Wrapping my other arm around her waist, I move us away from the wall, my cock still buried in her cunt, and walk the few feet to my desk. Lifting her off my cock, I lower her feet to the floor and spin her around. She doesn’t protest or fight me, so I put a hand between her shoulder blades and push.
“What?” she asks.
“Face down on the desk. Up on your toes so that sexy ass is in the air.”
I smooth my hands over that perfectly curved butt and spread her cheeks wide as she does what I want.
“Damn,” I murmur as I brush my fingertips through her wetness.
She’s soaking. Her juices cover her cunt and have travelled between her ass cheeks. I swirl my fingers in the slickness, teasing her—and myself—while I move in behind her.
Her legs aren’t as long as mine so I bend my knees to line my cock up with her cunt and plunge into her once more.
God, she feels like heaven.
Gripping her ass, I pound into her for several minutes. Each thrust forward bringing her higher on her toes. Each withdrawal dragging a soft whimper from her lips.
I concentrate on keeping control and making Livi come again. I wiggle my thumb towards her puckered asshole. Using her juices, I slick up my skin and circle the tight muscle with the slippery digit.
“Carter?”
“Relax, Princess.” I press on the pucker, then circle some more.
“I’ve never…”
I chuckle. “That’s not gonna stop me.” Scooping up more of her juices, I press on the tight opening again.
“Oh.” She wiggles her hips, pulls away, pushes back.
“That’s it, find what feels good and go for it.” I time the push forward with the stroke of my cock.
Before long she’s moving with me—setting the pace—and I know I can get exactly what I want. Livi every way a man can take a woman.
Except I’m not sure I’ll get more than this one night and I’m not fucking her ass the first time I have her. Which means I won’t get to be her first. Shaking that sobering thought away, I focus on working my thumb deeper.
She’s moaning and whimpering, lifting her ass to meet my thrusts and pressing back against me in search of more.
Bending forward, I lean over her, my chest connecting with her back and I drive my cock and thumb as deep as they can go.
“Carter!”
