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Okay. Naked. We’re doing this.
He drops down over me, bracing his weight on his forearms so that we’re flush, chest to chest, his cock lying heavy on my stomach. Really heavy. And all I can think is that I want him inside of me, because even if he breaks me with that monster, it’ll be worth it.
His mouth finds mine while his hand moves between my legs, one calloused finger parting me and dipping into my entrance while I grind against him, wanting more.
“Fuck, you’re wet as hell,” Carter says, pulling back to stare into my eyes with a smug grin. “And I thought you were convinced we didn’t have any chemistry.”
I was wrong, I want to scream. I was wrong and you were right and if you don’t make good on all this chemistry very soon, I will explode right here on the spot.
“I’m not a scientist!” is what I blurt out instead.
Thankfully, he just grins in response, fucking me with one finger, then two as I chase his hand with my hips. I reach between us, trailing my fingers up and down the length of his cock as I test the weight of him in my hand. Then I form a fist around him, moving in time with his own movements and making a few filthy comments about his giant cock.
“Holy hell,” he grunts. “I thought you were wholesome, you little vixen.”
“I told you I wasn’t,” I reply, feeling very proud of myself. “I told you I was quite bad.”
A slow smile covers his face as his eyes find mine. As he watches me, he uses his thumb to circle my clit. I bite my lip, tensing all over as the sensation builds.
“Prove it,” he challenges.
And then he has the nerve to stop touching me altogether, rolling onto his back, watching me expectantly.
The cocky asshole. He’s just going to stop? When I was that close? How dare he!
“Don’t worry,” he says, reading my expression. “I’ll make it up to you. But you’ve been making promises, sprite, and I’d like to give you the opportunity to make good on them.”
I’ll admit it. This little challenge is a turn-on. Because I want to prove to Carter that I’m not some goody-goody librarian. I sit up and kneel over him, lowering my head to run my tongue along the hard planes of his abs, moving lower and lower while I fist him with my hand. I run my tongue around his navel, positively gloating at the way he shivers at my touch.
I kiss my way lower, slowly. Teasingly. My fist is a firm circle slowly fisting his cock up and down while my lips get closer and closer still.
And then I dip my head, and, bypassing his cock, I gently suck on his balls.
The groan that he makes is more than satisfying. Because good girls can’t make a man sound like that. Feeling empowered, I rub my thumb over the head of his cock while working his balls with my mouth, and then finally, I move my mouth to where he wants it most, taking what I can.
Which isn’t much, admittedly, but surely there’s a grading curve due to the size of him.
I tease and suck as his hands fist in my hair and his thighs tense as he mutters, “Holy shit.” Satisfied, I give him a final swirl with my tongue and sit up, reaching over to the nightstand to grab a condom, because I’m naughty as fuck, thank you very much. Carter’s eyes widen as I rip the package, a grunt escaping his lips as I slide the condom over the length of his cock.
I straddle him, rising just high enough on my knees to position him below me. His hands find my ass, steadying me as I lower down onto him. I sink onto him, slowly, slowly.
And holy hell. The feeling of him. I’m so full, it takes me a minute to adjust, to move. And then I’m the one groaning as his thumb finds my clit, circling in small intense circles as I flex my hips and ride him.
We move in sync, one of his hands playing my clit and the other moving upwards to cup my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers.
The orgasm that crashes over me is unlike any I’ve had before. My thighs tighten, and I nearly black out as the feeling ripples through me. Carter comes just after, and I feel him jerking inside of me. I’m breathing hard as his hands steady me, as our chests rise and fall with the exertion.
When I open my eyes, he’s watching me. And there’s nothing but warmth in his expression.
Warmth and… is it affection?
“You weren’t fucking around, were you?” Carter says, still breathing hard, but there’s no joking in his tone. He’s impressed.
And I love it. I feel empowered and beautiful and sexy.
