“God. Just like that.” Carter removed his fingers, and we both watched as a strand of saliva stretched between us and broke against his hand. “Perfect, baby. Just perfect.” He replaced his fingers with his tongue, and kissed me deeply, fucking my mouth the way I wanted him to fuck me with his fingers.
I felt him for only a moment at my entrance before he slammed his fingers inside of me, moving into an immediate hard and fast pace, hitting my clit with each thrust. I moaned into his mouth.More, please, yes.I chanted it in my head. I could hear how wet I was, but I was far too gone to care.
“Yes, beg me. Tell me what you need.”
Or maybe it was out loud.
I was getting close already, my body tensing with the quick rise to my release.
“Mouth, fingers, or cock.”
“What?”
He chuckled, raising the hand from my hip to pinch my nipple again.
“You heard me. Mouth, fingers, or cock?”
“All. Both. Mouth. Oh my God, your mouth.”
He didn’t hesitate, dropping his head between my thighs and licking and sucking at my pussy loudly and with enthusiasm. In no time I was holding his head and screaming his name. Carter then grabbed me by my hips, flipped me onto my stomach, slapped my ass, and entered me with a sharp, hard thrust. My body was still throbbing but filled with his rock hard cock.
“This. Fucking. Pussy!” He thrust with each word, fucking me into the couch, making my entire body jolt with each slap of his hips.
“More. More. More.” I was down to single worded instructions, face digging into the couch while he was slamming into me withenough force to scooch the damn furniture across the floor. I was about to come undone again.
“You’re gonna make me come the way you’re gripping my dick. Milk my cock. Let me fill you up.”
His words were enough to make me erupt with my second orgasm, spasming around him as he fucked into me two, three more times, until he stilled, pulsing inside of me with a low, satisfied groan.
He stayed there, still inside of me, his body covering mine for a couple of minutes before he slowly pulled away. I was well aware that there would be a mess to clean up, but I didn’t care. I grabbed our favorite blanket from the back of the couch and covered us with it, snuggling up against his hot body. It didn’t take long before we were both worked up again.
We made love until we were both sweaty, sated, and panting on the couch. Then, we took a shower together and started all over again in bed.
Carter had always excelled at making me feel like a Goddess. Needed, wanted.
At least until someone else wanted him too.
4
THE MESSAGE
BECKY
1 day earlier
“My fiancé is a charismatic little shit.” I complained to my sister over the phone. She laughed, but sheobviouslydidn't understand my struggle.
“No, listen. Based on what I’ve learned over the last couple of years teaching middle school, Carter hadRizz.Or, my students would call him something likeThe Rizzler.”Now that had a ring to it. Sounded like a damn Batman villain. The Rizzler, charming everyone, but his actual fiancé. At the rate he was going it was the perfect new moniker for him.
“Is he at least saving some of thatrizzfor you?” Her trip up on the word rizz made me laugh out loud, cutting through the sting of my answer to that question.
“Lately, no. He’s been working late and helping friends out a lot more than usual. After the concert and our talk andreconnectionthe other night,” I blushed at the thought. “I really thought we were going back to the way things were…” My words caught in my throat, the reality that things had not gone back to normal hitting me in the chest like a ton of bricks. My eyes prickled as they filled with tears, but I was determined not to let them fall. I shook my head and coughed to clear my throat. “But now he’s still working late and on his phone even more than usual.”Stoppit brain. Think positive.“Only…again…him and his rizz could be the reason for that.”
Everyone who has met my fiancé has been immediately taken in. He’s made friends with a single conversation and then maintained them forever. My lips twitched as a memory formed in my head. “Some guy, a couple years back, was driving some cool old truck and was parked next to us at the gas station.” I told my sister while I wandered the house, picking up odds and ends and finding their homes. “The Rizzler popped over to chat when I went inside for some relief and goodies.”
“You mean Coke and a Fastbreak.” She rudely interrupted.
“Shut up, I’m talking…but yes. Now, before I made it back to the car, Carter had Truck Guy’s number and plans to meet up.” I picked up a couple dirty dishes, juggling them and my phone tucked into my shoulder. When I opened the dishwasher, a machine full of sparkling, clean dishes greeted me. With a grunt of frustration, I grabbed my earbuds to free my hands and avoid the crick in my neck. “This guy, this random stranger,stillcalls Carter about car and truck events in the area.” She went silent on the other end. “Wait, can you still hear me?”
