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“Fuck.” His hand falls away from my face and I lean forward, practically attacking his cock with my mouth. This isn’t a slow seduction, this is me hungry to get him inside me, to have the taste of him fill my mouth. I swirl my tongue over the helm of his cock and take him deep in my mouth, sucking as I pull him back out again. His fingers are tangled in my hair and his eyes look wild when he says, “You’re so fucking beautiful when you have my cock in your mouth like it’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted.”
I let out a moan that I know he feels up his shaft when he tightens his hand in my hair. I fucking love it when he talks dirty to me. I continue to suck him into my mouth, running my tongue across his length over and over again. Once saliva starts collecting in my mouth and running out of corners, coating himfully, dripping down to cover his heavy balls, I can’t hold back anymore and I bring my hand between my legs to play with my swollen clit. You’d think I’d be satisfied from the orgasm I’d had just minutes ago but the taste of him in my mouth is too much.
Carson looks down and catches my hand buried in my cunt. “Jesus Christ, are you so fucking horny you can’t even wait for me? You’ve got to play with that horny little pussy while you suck me off?”
All I can do is nod my head while I continue working him up and down, again and again. I reach up with my free hand and start to tug on his balls, heavy with his come.
That seems to be his breaking point. He lets out a roar and pulls my head back and off of him before grabbing me under the arms and settling me onto the middle of the bed, positioning himself between my thighs, his pulsing cock resting against my drenched slit.
Wrapping my legs around his hips, I try to draw him inside me where I need him most but instead he starts to gently fondle my tits. His fingers slide down the sides of each one so lightly it’s almost more of a tickle than a caress before he pushes them together, alternating sucking on one sensitive peak at a time. My fingernails dig into his back of their own accord, asking for more without words which causes him to lightly nip at my hardened tips, causing a surge of pleasure directly between my legs.
Pulling back slightly, he ignores my imploring hands so he can look straight into my eyes. God, I could get lost in those moss green eyes of his. I’ve painted them so many times it’s almost embarrassing, but I’m now realizing that I’ve never been able to capture this look he’s currently giving me. They’re filled with heat, passion, and something else I can’t quite describe, let alone put on canvas.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Bianca. I don’t know how I got lucky enough to make you mine but now that I have you, I’m never letting you go.”
I try to look away but can’t, his eyes have captured me. I swear to God they’re seared on to my soul. I’m just thankful those eyes can’t read my mind since it’s a jumbled mess of arousal, longing, sadness, and reluctant acceptance.
Instead of saying anything back, I grab his face and drag him back to my mouth for a passionate kiss, doing my best to put every emotion, every sentiment that I can’t express to him into our mouths molding together. The kiss quickly turns wild and out of control, sloppy, and full of teeth clashing.
Carson pulls back and we both try to catch our breaths. He smooths the hair that’s been plastered to my forehead with sweat away from my face and gently kisses my collar bone.
“Slow down, honey. Let me make love to you,” he whispers in my ear.
I take a shaky breath trying to keep my emotions in check. I don’t want him to make love to me. I need a hard and punishing fuck from him tonight. I need him to fuck me like he hates me because that’s exactly how he’s going to feel in the morning. If he does that, maybe then I won’t feel so guilty for letting myself indulge in the pleasure of his body this one last time but I don’t know how to convey that to him without saying the words that would cut us both so deeply right now.
He flexes his hips, causing his long hard member to run down the center of my warm and wet slit. I gasp when the head of his cock nudges against my clit.
“Please Carson, I need you tonight. I need to feel you inside me.” He knows how much I hate to beg and he promised me I can have what I want tonight. Well, what I want is him. And I want it right now.
“How can I resist when this tight cunt needs me so badly? You know I’ll always be here to give you what you need, don’t you?”
All I can do is nod emphatically while he notches the head of his cock into my entrance. Before I can ask again, he enters me in one smooth thrust seating himself deeply inside causing me to suck in air.
His strokes are long and forceful. I try to urge him to move faster with the raising of my hips against his but he’s determined to take this at his own excruciating pace while peppering my face and chest with the sweetest of kisses. I eventually give up on the hard fuck I’m craving and let myself sink down into the slow and languid pleasure he’s providing me.
His hands are all over me, like he’s trying to memorize my body through just his hands. They’re on my face, my arms, my breasts, each movement heightening my pleasure. My arms wrap tightly around his shoulders, holding him to me and bringing his mouth back to mine. Our kisses have turned slow and sensual while he rocks his body into mine bringing me higher and higher.
It’s painfully obvious that he’s right, this is making love. While Carson’s always been the best sex I’ve ever had, I’ve never experienced anything that’s come even close to this. Of course there’s that bone deep, toe curling, bliss that’s always between us when we come together. But tonight, there’s undeniably something more. There’s a closeness, a surging of emotions that almost has me blurting out those three words that I can never say to him.
He’s continually whispering in my ear, telling me how beautiful I am, how talented and passionate, how he can’t live without me. I have to blot all of that out of my brain or I won’t be able to do what I know needs to be done. Instead, I focus completely on the sensations he has running through my body.
His movements are becoming jerkier, less controlled and I can feel his impossibly hard cock somehow swelling even larger inside me. The stretch is almost too much to take as I toss my head back and arch my hips causing each thrust inside my pussy to drag the base of his cock against my needy clit.
“I’m going to fill you up with my come, beautiful. I’m going to mark you as mine from the inside out.” His whispered words are apparently the only thing I needed to push me over the edge into oblivion. My entire body tightens before bursting into waves of rolling pleasure as I call out his name.
Apparently, my orgasm triggers his own because I can hear him roaring my name into my ear and I can feel the hot jets of his come fill me deep inside. Every additional stream seems to keep my orgasm going and it’s not until much later that I feel myself finally coming back to my senses.
Carson is laying next to me with one arm and leg thrown across my body, holding me down to the bed, like he somehow knows I’m going to make my escape. While I lay there, trying to get my breathing under control and feeling his come leaking out from between my thighs, all I can think is that I don’t want to go. I don’t want this to be over. But I know I don’t have a choice. If I don’t end it now, it will just hurt us both more in the long run.
I can feel tears silently streaming out of my eyes and down my cheeks. I turn my head, trying my best to hide them away from him but it’s no use. “Are you alright?” He asks gently.
“Yeah, it’s just been a crazy emotional day. I’ll be fine. Promise.” I quickly wipe away the tears and pat his arm in what I hope is a reassuring manner. He nuzzles my ear and places kisses along my neck just where he knows I love them. I close my eyes in an attempt to quiet my emotions.
After a few minutes pass I hear him whisper softly against my ear, “I love you.” That almost sends me into a fresh wave of tears but I do my very best to pretend I’m asleep in his arms. The needin my chest to tell him I love him too feels almost violent but I manage to tamp it down. Instead, a few more tears slip past my iron control and slide down my face, landing on the pillow. I stay there, as still as I can until I finally feel Carson’s breathing even out behind me. I wait another thirty minutes in frozen silence before I slip out of his bed and out of his life.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Carson
