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Another moan drives blood to my cock, and I’m so close…I lift Carley, flipping us so that she’s on the couch. I kneel in front of her and push her thighs apart before I devour her. She tastes so fucking good. I need to memorize this taste. Burn it on my brain so that I never forget her sweetness.
I reach up and tease her breasts, kneading them before I pinch her nipples. Pull them. I’m ruthless, circling my thumbs, pinching and rolling until they’re hard as diamonds under my fingers.
Sealing my mouth over her clit, I suck her deep. I work her with my tongue until she’s gasping and moaning. And I don’t fucking stop. I’m going to make sure that she never forgets this moment. She may not believe that I love her, but any chance that I can show her or make her remember, I will.
Carley’s hips jerk under my mouth. She writhes. Moans. Grips my hair and holds me closer as I ravage her pussy with my tongue. I’m relentless.
I pull her nipples one more time and graze my teeth over her clit, and she comes. She screams, throat raw with the sound, and I’ve never heard anything quite so fucking gorgeous. It’s beautiful. Savage. Real.
Mine.
That’s the reaction my soul has. It goes deep. And for this moment, I lean into it. Standing, I slam my cock into her hard. This isn’t gentle. It has shades of our barn fucking. Carley’s eyes are glazed with pleasure, limp as I thrust myself fully to the hilt over and over.
Our mouths are close together and her eyes are locked on mine. “This is what you need, Carley Farrell. You need someone who will let you scream. Let you be you. Who will push you to do the things you’ve always wanted but didn’t know how to ask for. Someone who fucking adores you. And adores fucking you.” I bite her shoulder, driving harder so she cries out, fingernails scratching down my back as she tries to hold on.
“You need a partner. Someone who will keep your secrets. Protect you. Someone who makes sure that you’re experiencing every good thing in life.”
I’m close now. We both are. But I’m not going to send her over. Not until she tells me the truth. “Tell me this feels good.”
“Yes.” The word is breathless and desperate. “So fucking good.”
Slowing my cock down to near stillness, I wrap my hand behind her neck and weave my fingers in her hair. I make her look at me. Carley is so open when she’s like this. There won’t be any lying to me. Not when I can see her face to face like this. “Tell me the truth,” I say. “Do you want this?”
“Please,” Carley moans. “Yes. I want it. I want all of it.”
“Do you want me?” I ask.
She’ll think I’m talking about this moment right now, and I am. But just once I want her to say that she wants me and imagine that she means forever.
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
I take her again, and her voice is a strangled cry. “I need you Casey,” she says. “Please give me more. Give me everything. Make me come. Please. Again.”
When she asks like that, I can’t deny her.
I keep my hand in her hair, never letting her look away from me. I let myself go, taking what I need from her. Because taking what I need will give her exactly what she wants. Pleasure and sex and escape from the problems that she’s facing in her own life.
When she comes, I feel it. Her pussy locks down on my cock like a vise. I’m nearly blind from the fierce pleasure, but I hold myself back, barely hanging on to my orgasm. Carley’s cries echo off the walls. I’ll remember these sounds forever.
“Please, please, please.” She chants the word like a mantra. Begging for more. But I slow down, teasing her. I like watching her body shake with the aftermath of her pleasure. Uncontrollable shivers and shudders moving up and down her body.
She opens her eyes and looks at me, chest heaving and eyes wild. Her pussy squeezes me, and she realizes that I’m still inside her—still hard.
“You didn’t come,” she manages.
“No, I didn’t.”
“Why—”
I don’t let her finish the question. “Because we’re not finished. Not even close.”
Driving deep into her again, I savor the sound of her moan, and the fact that she’s already begging me for more.13CarleyThis is all too soon. Too much and too soon. The feelings that are running through me now are far more than what I told him. This is more than just sex. It is, whether I want it to be or not. I’m terrified of the feelings resonating in my chest right now. How in the hell did it get to this point already?
