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He sighs but doesn’t reply. I scratch his stomach. He shivers from my touch. My hand trails downwards, wanting to see what kind of reaction Carson will give me. He trembles. His breath stutters. I kiss his chest as I touch his thigh. He hardens in his boxers. His hands grip the sheet tightly. I whip the blanket off. Carson is always taking care of me, and this time it’s my turn, I want to see what he’s been hiding all this time.

“Baby,” Carson groans as I lightly touch him over his underwear. His dick jumps under my touch. He moves away from me, sitting upright against the headboard, giving me more space to work with. My hands shake slightly. I have no idea how to please him, but I want it to be good for him.

“You don’t have to do this.” His words are a breathy whisper. I don’t answer. Instead, I crawl down, pressing my lips to his chest, then trail down until I’m met with his boxers. He’s fully hard now. His tip is straining against the cotton fabric. I lay down on the bed, eyeing Carson as he’s biting his lip, his hands still, clenching the sheet, as if he’s restraining himself from touching me. With shaking hands, I lower his boxers. “Holy fuck.” The words are out of my mouth before I can think them through. He’s huge. But it’s not only that. He’s pierced. There is a ring pierced through his dick.

Holy fuck.

Carson chuckles above me. “I lost a bet with Killian,” he explains, his voice raspy. “I wanted to get matching tattoos. He wanted to get pierced.”

“Holy shit.” This is the reason he hasn’t taken his underwear off. He was hiding that he is pierced. “Can I touch it?”

He curses under his breath, the muscles in his arms flexing as he grips his hair. His cock is inches away from my face, the tip leaking with precum.

God, I want him.

“You can do whatever you want.”

I smile, looking down at the ring that’s going through the tip of his dick. I reach out, holding him in my hand.

“Fuck.” Carson throws his head back. I grab him tighter, lowering my head, flicking the barbel with my tongue.

“Fuck baby. Fuck.”

I lower my head even more, taking him in my mouth as far as I can, gagging when I go too far. I have no idea what I’m doing, but from the moans and groans escaping Carson’s mouth I can’t be doing it wrong. “Oh, Jesus…Fuck.” Hands grip my hair as I bob my head up and down, twirling my tongue around his shaft. His hips buck underneath me.

“Yeah. Just like that baby…Jesus Christ,” Carson moans loudly. I open my eyes, looking up at him as his eyes roll back.

“Fuck, baby, please don’t stop. Please.” His hips stutter.

“Fuck I’m gonna come.” He gives me time to pull away, but I don’t. Instead, I suck him harder. His hand holds the back of my head. I cup his balls while twirling my tongue around his slit. “Jesus Christ.” He curses, his legs trembling. “You want me to come in your mouth, baby?”

Fucking hell, the sound of his lust-ridden voice is almost enough to set me off. I nod enthusiastically. He curses, his hands fisting my hair tighter. Pushing me tighter on his cock. “Fuck yeah.” His whole body jerks, as streams of cum spill in my mouth. I moan, swallowing every bit of it, then lean back, my heart racing in my chest, the taste of his cum still in my mouth.

Carson is breathing heavily, eyes full of lust. He’s lying flat on his back. “Are you wet, baby?” He’s smirking as if he already knows the answer. I’m soaking through my panties. The sound of his moans and groans echoes through my head. I nod breathlessly.

“Show me.” His voice is gruff and demanding. My hands are shaking as I push my ruined panties down my leg. “Fuck baby.” His eyes close, then open. “Is that all for me?”

I nod again. Fuck, I need him to touch me. I feel like I’m going to die if he doesn’t.

“Come here.” He pats his chest. I crawl over to him on my hands and knees.

He grabs my thighs, lifting me until I’m seated on his face. “What—?” I don’t get to finish my sentence as he licks his tongue through my pussy in one big lick. “Fuck.” I moan, grabbing the headboard. He’s cupping my ass, holding me firmly against his mouth, his tongue twirling around my clit. “That’s it, baby.” He’s smirking. “Sit on my face.”

Fucking hell. I can’t breathe. Moans and whimpers fall from my mouth as he continues to suck, twirl, and bite my clit.

Holy fuck. I don’t realize I’m riding his face until he pushes against me harder. “Ride me. Fucking use me.”

A scream erupts from my throat as I come. He moans loudly, licking me through my orgasm. My legs are shaking so much. I can barely catch my breath. He presses one last kiss to my pussy before laying me down on the bed, leaning over me, crushing his mouth against mine. I can taste myself on my tongue. He pulls away, his head a few inches from mine. “You—”

He shakes his head, dropping his forehead against mine. “Fuck baby, you’re magnificent.”

I chuckle, wrapping my arms around him. “So I did good then?”

“Good? Baby, that was the best orgasm of my life.”

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Carson