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My fingers drift over her inner thigh. “I’m going to make you come with my hand.”
“Now?” she purrs.
I hear the untamed arousal in her voice. I feel it in her movements. She keeps inching her ass closer to my cock, pressing against it.
With the faintest touch, I trail one single fingertip over her panties. I can feel the heat from her pussy. I know she’s wet.
The moan she gifts me with tells me that she wants more, so I give that to her.
One of my fingers dips under the lace, followed by another.
I skim over her smooth slit, my cock jerking with the movement because I want inside of her. I want to feel her warmth wrapping me as she comes, but I need her to come first. I want her slick and ready to take my cock.
She adjusts slightly, opening her legs even more. “This feels so good.”
“This is just the beginning,” I growl into her ear before I plant a trail of kisses over her bare shoulder.
I push a finger inside of her. She’s so tight, so wet, so needy.
“More,” she whispers. “More.”
I add another and pump once and then again. She joins in, plunging down on my hand, fucking my fingers with no restraint.
Just as I feel her tighten even more in anticipation of her release, I pull out and focus on her swollen clit. I circle it again and again.
Pleas of need fall from her lips. I can’t make out any words, but it’s all there in the sounds. She wants more. She fucking wants me.
Her back starts to bow against me, so I up the pace, and when I know she’s at the edge, I press my lips to her neck and kiss her softly. “Come for me, Carrie. Come.”
She splinters at my command. Her legs quake. A shiver runs through her, and she lets out a cry that ends with a chant of my name.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
Carrie
Rook settles on his knees between my legs. Almost immediately, he’s sliding my bra straps down my shoulders. I motion for him to unhook it in the front between my breasts.
“My heart might stop beating when I see more of you,” he rasps.
Flinging my forearm over my face, I hide a smile. “You’re so good at this. You know just what to say.”
He tugs on my hand to move my arm. Leaning forward, he kisses me softly on my lips. “I will never say anything to you that I don’t mean. You are seriously the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
Tears prick the back of my eyes. “I believe you.”
“Good.” He kisses me again, rougher this time. It ends when he tugs my bottom lip between his teeth.
His hand jumps back to my bra, and with one swift movement, it’s open, and my breasts are free.
“God,” he growls. “I can’t wait to taste.”
His lips circle my left nipple. Teeth scratch over it before he sucks it hard.
I can’t contain the arousal it stirs within me, so I give in to it. I moan softly. “That’s so good.”
Still cradling my now tender nipple between his teeth, he nods. “Your nipples are everything, Carrie. They’re so plump. They’re sensitive, aren’t they?”
I nod. “Very.”
