The sound that tears from his chest nearly makes me come undone on the spot.
His cock stretches my mouth, my throat working as I take him deeper. My hand wraps around the base, stroking what I can’t fit as spit drips down my chin. Every groan he lets out makes my pussy ache for him.
“Fuck, darlin’…” He tipped his head back, squinting his eyes shut. His grip in my hair tightens, not pulling me, just holding. “You’re killin’ me.”
I moan around him as my tongue swirls around the crown. I pull back and swallow him down again, his cock hitting the back of my throat. His hips jerk, a broken curse falling from his mouth.
My eyes trail up, his cock still in my mouth as he’s staring at me. His blue eyes, glassy, lips parted, chest heaving, and the sight of him, wrecked.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, his voice shaking. “I can’t— Catalina, baby, you gotta stop or I’m gonna come down your throat.”
I pull off with a pop, licking his precum around my lips, grinning up at him. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
His jaw ticks, his nostrils flaring. He grabs me under my arms and drags me up his body, kissing me, tasting himself on my lips. His cock presses hot against my stomach as he growls against my mouth.
“No, you’re ridin’ me.”
My breath catches, heat rushing through me. “Carter?—”
“Now, darlin’,” he cuts me off, his hands already sliding down to grip my ass and guide me over him. “I need to feel you.”
My body is already giving in as I shift to straddle him. His cock slides against my slick folds, and I shiver as he lines me up.
He looks up at me, eyes wild, voice a rasp. “Take me inside you, baby. Ride your husband.”
With one slow roll of my hips, I do.
I sink down slow, taking him inch by inch, my walls stretching around him until he’s buried to the hilt. My head tips back, a broken moan slipping free, and his hands clamp onto my hips, steadying me.
“Fuck, baby,” Carter groans, his eyes locked on where we’re joined. “You feel so damn good wrapped around me.”
Heat shoots straight through me, my nails biting into his chest as I grind down, rolling my hips until his cock presses right where I need him. He hisses, jaw clenched, with his blue eyes burning into me.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he rasps, his thumb stroking lazy circles into my hip as I start to move. “Ride me, show me how bad you want it.”
I brace my hands on his chest and lift, sliding up his cock before dropping back down hard enough to make us both moan.The sound tears from his throat, his grip tightening until I know I’m going to get a bruise.
“You tryin’ to kill me?” he growls, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.
I bounce up and down, harder, faster, loving the way his eyes can’t decide between watching my tits bounce or watching me swallow him whole over and over. My hair falls into my face, sweat slicking my skin, but I don’t stop.
His hand slides up my stomach, cupping my breast, as his fingers pinch my nipple until I gasp. “Look at you,” he moans, pinching my nipple. “My wife ridin’ my cock like she was fuckin’ made for it. You own me, Catalina. You hear me? Every piece of me is yours.”
My orgasm builds, my thighs shaking as I grind down against him, his cock hitting deep. “Carter—” I gasp, nails raking down his chest.
“Yeah, baby,” he urges, his voice a growl. “Come for me. Make a mess on my cock. Want to feel you drench me.”
I shatter around him, moaning his name loud enough for the walls to hear, my body clenching and fluttering as I collapse against his chest.
He wraps his arms around me, still thrusting up into me through my climax, his filthy words rough in my ear. “Good girl. That’s it, darlin’. So fuckin’ perfect.”
The overstimulation has me crying into his neck, and when he finally lets go, his hips jerk hard, cock pulsing deep as he groans my name.
I keep moving slowly, milking him until he curses, his arms crushing me closer, his lips pressed hard to my temple.
“Mine,” he rasps, still buried inside me. “Forever mine.”
I whisper back, breathless, “Yours. Always.”
