Page 56 of Carving Graves


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I’m not sure those words are even discernible because I can’t be bothered to unlatch my mouth from this delectable feast.

She bucks her hips against me, feral purrs floating in the air as she wriggles, her hands shoving my face deeper into her cunt. “Holy. Hell.”

“That’s it, Ace. Fuck my face like a good girl.”

She springs up suddenly, knocking me from her heat, bending forward, and clutching my jaw to kiss her juices off me with an ardent thirst.

Christ, that’s hot.

“I want to be your good girl tonight. I’m rapt simply from being stark naked beneath your fully clothed physique. But as much as you are nailing it down there—and, dammit, you are—I need to even the playing field. Cock ruining first.”

This fucking girl has to be the most extraordinary creature in existence. On the verge of ecstasy, and she stops to even the goddamn playing field.

A laugh bursts from me as I whisk her tousled hair off her forehead. “Jesus, you’re fun. Whatever you want, Carver. Ruin me.”

She won’t be in charge for long, but I’ll let her grapple for control since that seems to feed her. I have plenty of plans for the night ahead. Her begging and pleading will warm me long into the morning. But right now, she gets to wreck me.

Sacrifices.

She flicks an impatient hand at me. “Strip, Graves. And sit on the edge of the pool.”

“Yes, ma’am,” I quip, catapulting off the daybed.

I’ve never disrobed so fast in my life. My clothes disintegrate into a pile of ash while she slips into the heated water, tits bouncing along the surface like two alluring, globed buoys, her hard, peaked nipples guiding me home.

Her eyes skim over my form with a gasp that is every man’s hope. “You’re so fucking pretty,” she says.

I wink, cock bobbing in salutation. “You think I’m pretty, Ace?”

“Yeah,” she whispers, patting the travertine in front of her. “On the very edge.” Once I comply, a naughty grin coasts up her flushed cheeks. “You’re gonna want to grip something. Hold on.”

That fucking confidence is invigorating. I don’t need to be told twice. My fingers grasp at her hair, twirling it around my hand so I can hold her just so. But it’s all a false sense of control on my part because when she takes me into her mouth—tongue swirling over my length; sloppy, wet, and wild; the most ravenous, delighted, enraptured groans I’ve ever heard vibrating over my swelling cock; nipples tickling my legs, and the sight of her bare beneath the water—I’m completely at her mercy.

“That’s it, Carver. So gorgeous with my cock in your mouth.” My balls draw up with a zing. “Such a good fucking girl.”

One hand works the base as her mouth retreats; the other kneads my balls, a finger sweeping out to stroke my taint with a pressure that zips up my spine. After a few featherlight, teasing swipes that carry the full weight of promises to come, she bobs up and down in the most rhythmic cadence, never faltering, opening her throat and sucking me so deep. It’s a wonder she’s still breathing.

Still, I can’t resist driving my hips forward to fuck her throat as I grip on to the side of the pool with my free hand and my heels. She nods and groans in encouragement.

“Look at you. So hungry and desperate. Choke on me, baby.”

Tears stream down from those big brown eyes, soaking her long lashes, as she sets them on me. The fact that she’s so turned on from sucking me off is etched onto every one of her features.

And my fucking bones.

Emblazoned on my memory for all eternity.

“Fucking Christ, Ace. How the hell …” I shit you not, my legs start spasming. Convulsing. I never could have stood for this voodoo magic.

This isn’t giving head.

This is cock worship.

And as my orgasm strikes me like a bolt of lightning, stars marring my vision, spine tingling with a paralyzing jolt to my limbs, she never takes her eyes off me.

So radiant.

“Swallow for me, baby girl.”

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