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She giggles, but her hands squeeze around my neck. I’m momentarily distracted by the contrast of our skin. Mine heavily inked, hers flawlessly natural.
Spreading her legs wide and kneeling between them, I press my thumb against her lip. “Open.”
Her puffy lips part, her eyes staying up on mine, as they wrap around the base of my thumb. She knows exactly what she’s doing, and she does it confidently, as if she’s played this scene inside her head multiple times.
So fucking cocky with the fact that I’d let her have my dick.
I shake my head. “Tsk, tsk, Tigger. You gotta follow instructions. Open wide.” Her lips part again, and I bring both of my fingers into her mouth, pushing them down her throat. The corner of her lips curves in triumph, and my eyes narrow. No gag reflex. I’ll slap her around for that later.
“Spit.” She leans up on her elbows and spits into the palm of my hand without breaking eye contact and I roll it over my head, licking her leftover saliva off my palm before leaning back down on top of her and pushing near her entrance. She’s still staring at me with a cunning glare as if she knows something I don’t. This comes as no surprise. We fuck with minds, Cartier dances around ours. She’s not like any other girl.
“Well, com—” Her mouth slams closed when I drive inside, only I feel the tear of a barrier as soon as my balls hit her ass cheeks.
My hand is on her throat, forcing her eyes up to mine. A single tear rolls down the side of her temple, but her mouth is slammed closed, as if it physically pains her to move an inch. Defiance is engraved over her features. Over her cheeks where two perfectly deep dimples crease any time she smiles. Over the slight flip of her upper lip, which only seems to make them appear larger, and finally those eyes. The same color as her hair, with lashes as dark as her natural roots.
“What the fuck, Cartier!” I growl over her lips, careful to whisper so I don’t awaken the big bad wolf simmering his rage upstairs. My lip curls upward, but it’s not from disgust. “A virgin?”
She forces her face out of my grip, and I release her throat, bringing my hand to her upper thigh.
“Take it.” Her words clench around my heart the same way her pussy does my cock. “I don’t want anyone else to have it, so please, Keaton. Take it.”
I circle my hips slightly, testing her threshold. The corner of her eye winces, but her hips meet mine hungrily.
“Pretty sure it’s already mine,” I growl over her lips, catching her gasps with my teeth.
Pulling back, her tongue sneaks out to trace the sharp line of my jaw before she nibbles on my earlobe. “For now.”
I dive deeper inside of her, and she sinks her teeth into the curve of my shoulder mid-yelp. Good. “Always gotta be a fucking brat.” I pull out slowly, hissing when the friction suffocates me further. “This is definitely mine.” Her fingers dive into the flesh of my shoulders as I pick up the pace. I watch as emotions pass over her face. First, pain. More pain as her white teeth sink into her bottom lip to stop her screaming. When she finally relaxes her thighs further, giving me more range of motion, her eyes roll to the back of her head and, I swear to God, in this moment I know. I know I’m going to ruin, fuck, break, and mend this girl back together.
Licking her salty skin over her collarbone, I bite down roughly. “You look fucking perfect beneath me, baby.” Goose bumps rapture over her flesh and I smirk against her neck. “Yeah. You’re not going any-fucking-where.”
I pick her up from her waist and roll her on top of me so I’m sitting on the sofa. She moves her long hair away from her face, her fingers coming to my cheek. I want to pull away from her touch because I hate how much it feels good. I come to her when I need her, but being inside of her feels more like her coming to me.
“You’re in control. Ride it.” She slowly lifts herself up halfway and then lowers back down. “Fuck.” I lean back against the sofa, squeezing her waist. “You’ve got sixty seconds to get used to my dick before I’m fucking you exactly how I want to fuck you, Cartier.”
“Bu—”
“Fifty-four…”
Her eyes widen as her fingers lock behind my neck. She rolls herself over me awkwardly, as if she’s trying to find a rhythm.
I can’t even hide my laugh.
She punches me in the chest. “I’m fucking learning! Are you going to teach me, or should I go elsewhere?”
My laughter instantly dies, the corner of my lip curling. “You go anywhere else and I’ll kill him.” I rest my hands on her fat ass and I direct her over my girth. “And you fucking know I will.”
She rolls her eyes, her hands diving into my hair. She tugs it at the same time as her abs tense when she rides over me once again. “It’s like dancing.” She smirks, raising a perfectly arched brow.
I stand from the sofa, being sure to hold her by the bottom of her ass and direct her on top of the piano that’s nestled in the corner of the room. For once, I’m thankful for the random clutter her parents furnished in this house to replace their love. I lay her flat over the base, running the palm of my hand over her perfect tits. Slapping the side, her cleavage jiggles, and I suck her nipple into my mouth while looking up at her.
She veers up farther on her elbows, her legs clenching around my waist. “Oh… that’s…” My teeth close around the soft nub and she jumps in shock. I flick my tongue over the tip while keeping my teeth closed around it and her face relaxes, her head rolling to the side. Her muscles relax as a lazy smirk pulls over her mouth. I’ve been inside this chick, and fuck… it feels primal. Like every single part of me wants to make sure no one comes near her.
“First rule of fucking…” I murmur, dropping kisses over her ribs and ignoring the way whatever perfume she wears intoxicates me further. “You can fuck like a whore without being one.”
“Mmmm, sounds fun.” Her legs part slightly as I circle my tongue around her protruding hip bone. Cartier is an adrenaline junkie; she always has been. A sucker for the thrill. So I’m aware that I could very well be enabling an intoxicating addiction for her. I just can’t seem to give a fuck.
“What are you doing?” Her voice is low as I lick a trail down to the smooth skin between her thighs, bringing my hands to her knees and parting them farther. “Keaton, I just bled everywhere.”
