Page 121 of Pink and Country

He hesitated, and I shifted in my seat, aroused.

Carter: We only have 30 minutes. I’m not sure it’s enough.

My breath caught in my lungs, and I let out a soft whimper.

Me: I’ll take whatever you give.

A sly smile broke his intensity, and a spark lit up his irises.

He stepped back to lock the door of the dressing room. I blew out the breath I’d been holding.

Carter: Take off your dress and sit on the counter, legs spread.

With my back facing him, I undressed, swaying my hips to tease him. My dress pooled at my feet. I picked it up, giving him the perfect sight of my ass, and placed it on the sofa.

I spied on Carter over my shoulder. His jaw slackened and almost hit the floor as he took in the black tulle and lace corset and garter set I wore underneath my dress.

His pupils dilated, and his throat bobbed. I sat on the counter used as a makeup station, legs spread, my hands on each side of me.

Carter ripped his charcoal long-sleeved shirt open, and the buttons flew away as he prowled in my direction.

His hands, big and strong, clutched my bare thighs, and his fingers dug into my flesh. A soft gasp escaped my mouth. Carter’s dark irises burned holes into my skin, and the sound of my pants echoed through the room. I extended my neck enough to brush my lips over his, but he leaned back.

“You don’t get to make the moves, Pixie. Now spread wider.” I did as I was told.

With a twist of his wrist, Carter removed my panties in one swift movement and tucked them into his back pocket.

“They’re coming on stage with me.” My teeth nibbled my bottom lip, waiting for the next command. “God, April, stop doing this, it’s killing me.” His husky voice sent a bolt of electricity between my legs. I licked my lips, locking my stare to his.

Carter’s hands circled my naked thighs and pulled me closer to the edge of the counter. He kneeled in front of me and ran his tongue along my wet folds.

“Ohmygod, I’ve missed this.”

Carter leaned back for a brief second, and our eyes met. He flashed me a victory grin and dropped his head back between my legs.

My head fell against the wall, and I moaned so loud, the room vibrated around us. Carter dived two fingers into my soaked center. Another moan tumbled out of my mouth. His tongue circled my bundle of nerves, and I writhed, unable to stay still. Carter’s curled fingers slid in and out of me, each stroke taking me toward my climax, and his other hand clamped my hipbone, holding me in place. Carter sucked and rolled my clit between his lips, and I reclined, bracing my weight on my straight arms and pressing my lips together to avoid crying out his name.

“Oh, God, keep going.” I blurted out the words, breathless, my body aching, overwhelmed by too many sensations.

“You can call me Carter, you know,” he smirked against my flesh. Devilish glints flashed in his gaze when he looked at me. The pleasure inside me rose past the trigger point.

Carter’s fingers increased their rhythm. He assaulted my throbbing flesh with purpose. My entire body quaked, and my walls tightened around him. Before I could drag another breath in, I came all over his tongue as he laved my center. Tremors shook my body.

My man brought his fingers to his mouth and licked every drop of my juices on them. His eyes remained fixed on me, never blinking.

My mouth watered at his sight.

My inner thighs ached for more. A lot more.

Carter’s hands found my chest, and he lowered the garter cups, revealing my swollen breasts. His tongue kissed their way up to my rock-hard nipples. I stifled a cry, and he slid his fingers into my mouth, silencing me, while his lips played with my flesh, licking, teasing, biting, tasting. I tasted myself on his wet digits.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, Carter flipped me on my stomach and laid my upper body over the counter, my feet still in my golden heels, glued to the floor. Carter’s fingers entangled in my hair, holding me still.

The sound of the zipper sent tingles in my lower belly. A second later, Carter freed his hard cock and speared into me in one swift motion, not even taking the time to undress completely, his pants and boxer briefs bunched around his knees.

I bit on my fist, swallowing every sound coming from my mouth.

Carter pounded faster, fisting my hair.