“You’re so fucking hot,” I murmured. The thick length of his cock glistened with a mixture of my wetness and his cum, the stalk still so big, even though he was only semi-hard now.
With a light slap to my sensitive pussy, Carter lay beside me, covered us with the duvet, and pulled me in close. He kissed the top of my head—an act that seemed so gentle after what we’d just done.
“Get some rest, because I’m going to fuck you two more times before the sun rises.”
Chapter
Seven
MINA
For as much champagne as I’d had the night before, it wasn’t my head that ached.
My pussy was sore as hell… in the best of ways.
I shifted onto my back and blinked open my eyes, staring at the ceiling.
I looked over to the other side of the bed, seeing it was empty. Sliding my palm over the sheets, my fingers came across the coldness that told me Carter hadn’t been beside me in quite a while.
I was surprised at the wave of disappointment I felt at that knowledge. I shouldn’t want to see him after a one-night stand, right?
As incredible as it was, I’d never actually took part in a “one and done” kind of thing, and I’m sure the awkwardness was intense.
But it was hard not to want more. He’d been so attentive, so thorough. I thought about what he said to me, how he got me off so many times I lost count.
I remembered how he put my pleasure before his own. I’d been his priority. Him getting me off had been what had gotten him off ultimately.
I stared at the ceiling once more, every little twinge and twitch of my muscles reminding me of the mind-blowing sex I had with Carter.
I’d just closed my eyes when I heard the water running in the bathroom. I opened them again and turned my head in that direction, and a second later, the bathroom door cracked, and light spilled out into the small entryway of the hotel room.
And then Carter walked out, buck naked, every sharp, masculine angle and plane of his body on display.
I was pretty sure my heart stopped and then restarted at the sight of him. He certainly didn’t look like the other older men I’d seen throughout my life.
His physique was chiseled, and I wanted to know his workout routine, not because I cared or wanted to do it myself, but just so I could envision him at the gym… all sweaty, possibly shirtless.
My body heated all over again. The traitorous bitch.
I’d never felt such arousal before. It was consuming to where it irritated me, because I felt like I had no control over my body.
I gathered the sheets, pulling them up to rest right under my chin as if hiding my body would save me.
He stopped when he got to the end of the bed, and although the curtains were closed and the room was dark as night, he left the bathroom light on, so there was still that glow that illuminated the space.
Shadows hugged him, wrapping around the dips and hollows of his abdomen, the curves and bulges of his biceps.
I let my gaze travel along his defined pectoral muscles, down his six-pack, and stopped at the erection he sported.
God, he was so hard. And when he gripped the base with his big hand and started stroking himself, I felt my jaw come unhinged.
I looked back at his face, saw how hot his eyes were as all that primal desire was reflected.
Carter reached out, gripped the bottom of the sheet, and dragged it down, exposing my nudity.
The chill in the air brushed along my bare body, electrifying the hairs on my arms.
When the sheet was tugged off the bed and laying in a pool of material on the floor, he hummed low in his throat. I could see the way his gaze skated over every part of me. It had my nipples hardening, my inner muscles clenching in anticipation.
“Spread your legs for me. Be my good girl.” His voice was so low and deep, husky, and laced with that dominance that made me feel wholly feminine.
My body was working on its own as I parted my legs, letting my knees fall open. My intimate outer lips parted, and I was shamelessly wet already.
“Touch yourself.” He was still stroking himself as he looked at my pussy, waiting for me to obey. And he knew I would.
My breathing increased as I slipped my hand over my belly, between my thighs, and gasped at how hot and wet I was. I couldn’t believe how drenched I became in such a short amount of time.
I didn’t think this was normal, but I certainly didn’t want the alternative. Because just looking at Carter made me feel incredible and had my body lighting up until it felt like my blood was on fire.
I stared at his cock, watched the tip become glossy with pre-cum. Because of me.
He moved his palm over the crown, smearing that fluid around and using it as lubricant. An unabashed moan left me at the sight.
I shifted my hand so I could rub my clit and slide a finger inside of my body. My inner muscles instantly clenched around my finger.
I could feel myself climbing closer to that pinnacle where I’d go over the edge. And just when he placed his knee on the bed, the sound of a phone vibrating on the bedside table echoed in the room.
He growled in annoyance but kept advancing until he was on top of me. Carter used his knees to spread me open wide, pushing my hand away and placing the tip of that thick cock where I needed him the most.
He gripped my breast and molded his fingers around it, tweaking the nipple before sliding his palm up and curling his fingers around my throat. He held me securely but not tightly, allowing me to easily breathe. The pressure felt astonishingly pleasurable.
And then he slammed his mouth down on mine as he shoved every single hard inch of himself into me.
He fucked me in the most animalistic way I could ever imagine, pistoning his hips, forcing me to take every inch without complaint.
And the whole time he kissed me, he held my throat, ground his pelvic bone against my clit until I exploded and came so hard I was sure I was talking to God.
I sagged against the bed, but Carter kept going, throwing his hips back and forth.
I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open, but I wanted to watch him, to see the flex of his abdominal muscles, the way sweat trailed down the hard planes.
His focus was trained on where we were connected. His teeth bared as if he were snarling.
A bead of perspiration slipped down his temple, and I followed that drop as it made its way lower and lower. The man was a goddamn work of art, and the way he looked at me made me feel like I was a goddess.
He reached between my thighs and started rubbing my clit, and just like that, I exploded for him instantly. It sucked the air from my lungs, seized my body, contracted my muscles.
My back was arched, and my tits were bouncing, because he was fucking me harder and harder. I gave in to the sensations.
“Look at me. Be Daddy’s good girl and watch as I come all over you.”
I pried my eyes open and forced myself to look at Carter, even though my body instinctively wanted to submit to the ecstasy.
He looked fierce and powerful in that moment, muscles standing in stark contrast as he plowed in and out of me.
With one harsh grunt, he slipped free from my body, gripped his hard, glistening cock, and stroked himself as he aimed the crown right at me.
My lips were parted, the air sawing in and out of me as I watched him give in to his pleasure and go over the edge. Carter growled as he came, and I sucked in a startled—aroused—breath when I felt the jets of his hot cum splattering on my belly and across my pussy.