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I leave the fabric at his knees and blindly reach out and wrap my fingers around his length, shocked when my fingertips don’t touch. A moan escapes Corey’s lips. I begin to gently stroke the smooth skin, feeling empowered by the pleased sounds leaving Corey’s mouth.
His hips begin to rock with my movement. Our teeth clash. Our tongues dance. I pick up the pace.
Without warning, Corey rips his mouth from mine. “Carlee,” he hisses between his teeth, hips still rocking. “You have to stop or I’m going to come.”
A flush of pleasure washes over me at the thought. “That’s the point.”
He growls and shakes his head. “No. I want you first.” He leans back, forcing me to release him.
I pout, but before I can protest, he reaches forward, wraps an arm around my waist, and tosses me farther up on the bed.
I give a little yelp of surprise.
Corey grins as he climbs on the bed and hovers over me. He captures my lips in another devoted kiss as he slides my panties over my legs, murmuring how sexy he finds me between kisses.
I’ve never felt so desired in my life. It’s intoxicating.
He releases my lips only long enough to reach into his bedside table and retrieve a condom. I watch him roll the latex over his massive length, and a jolt of fear makes my heartrate spike when I wonder if he’s even going to fit inside me.
I don’t have time to express my concern before Corey is leaning back over me, kissing me into a mindless oblivion where I don’t even care that his huge dick might hurt me. I want the pain. I want all of him.
“You’re so beautiful, Carlee,” he says, gazing at me as his fingers trail over my stomach, towards my center. I gasp as he begins to gently stroke my swollen flesh, preparing me for what’s to come.
“So are you,” I pant, feeling the tingling sensation gather in my toes.
Corey smiles Then, heat flares in his eyes. “You ready?”
“Yes.” I shift my hips as he rolls over me.
He kisses my forehead. “Take a deep breath for me, baby.”
I do as he says, but the air whooshes out of my lungs as he presses into me. “Oh, God.”
“Just breathe, baby,” he says in a strained voice. He draws back then presses forward again, going a little further. I feel my tight walls clench around his tip. He moans. “You feel so fucking tight.”
“It’s been a while,” I confess in a breathless whisper, moaning as he once again retreats and moves back inside me.
“Good,” Corey declares. His body shakes from the effort of holding himself back. “I’m going to make you mine in all the ways that count, Carlee. From this night on, your pussy is only going to remember the feel of my dick. Do you understand?”
The filthy words catch me by surprise, but they turn me on. Not surprising. Everything about Corey turns me on.
I roll my hips, trying to get him to go deeper, but Corey holds back. He retreats and pushes onto his elbows to look into my eyes. I whimper at the loss.
“Do you understand, Carlee?” He teases his tip against my opening. “I need to hear you say it.”
The lust is all-consuming. “I understand,” I gasp, gripping his hips to hold him in place as if I’m strong enough to pull him forward and take what I so desperately want from him. “I’m yours. All yours. Now, please fuck me before I explode.”
Corey growls. “With pleasure.” He thrusts until his hilt is fully seated. I cry out in pleasure, seeing stars. Then, Corey moves against me and gives me the best sex of my life.
22
CARLEE
I waketo the smell of sizzling bacon and hazelnut coffee. I sit up, holding the soft navy blue sheet against my naked chest, and look around the room, smiling as memories of last night play in my mind.
The sun shines through the edges of the wood blinds, allowing me to see my clothes folded neatly on the armchair in the corner of the room. The door is cracked, and quiet music seeps into the room along with the delicious aromas. Not wanting Corey to see me before I have the chance to freshen up after a heavenly night of sleep, I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and walk into the connecting bathroom.
In the daylight, I take in the shining black tile and smooth stone wall through the clear glass of the walk-in shower. The style is nothing like my bathroom just a few floors down. It screams opulence. Though, strangely enough, it fits Corey. I know he didn’t pick out the penthouse himself. Gary took that task on for him, but the sports agent managed to find a place that fit his client perfectly even though he’s never been one to flaunt his wealth or status.
