This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have yet, but fuck it. “She had some developmental delays. Wanted to nip it in the bud. Head start program, and she’s pretty much on track.”
She rolls over and looks at me. “What kind of delays?”
“She lucked out. Just some balance and coordination issues. Difficulty with attention; a bit hyper.”
“She lucked out how?”
“It’s late, not a great time to start this conversation.” And already knowing you, not even sure it needs to happen, sweet treat, I think.
“Okay,” she says, rolling to her side, her back to me.
“Is okay like fine in woman talk?”
“Nope,” she says.
Enough said. It is exactly like fine, confirmed with a sharp nope.
I wrap my arm around her and cup her breast. Her nipple immediately tightens under my fingers. “There’s something else I’d like to talk about.”
She whimpers and arches her back, pressing into my hand. “And what’s that?”
“Your tasty tits.” I move over her, as she rolls onto her back. In one move, the covers are gone and I’m sucking sweet tit.
“Okay,” she moans as she fists my hair.
Pulling her nipple out with my teeth, I reach between her legs and spread her soaked pussy with my fingers. “Fucking edible.”
“I want you inside me.” She rocks against my touch.
I release her tit and look at her. “I said one more nig—”
She pulls my cock from my shorts, stopping me from continuing, and rubs her thumb across my head. “Stop playing hard”—she squeezes my dick—“to get and fuck me.”
Before I verbally agree, she rubs my cock against her wet, hot opening. “I’m on the pill. Are you clean?”
My heart hammers in my chest, my balls catch fire, and I shove into her with the force of a man whose balls have been blue for two torturous nights. “I’m fucking clean.”
Her mouth is open, and she’s trying to suck in air.
“Fuck.” I pull out. “Sorry, sweet treat. I should have licked—”
She narrows her eyes. “Do it again.”
So, I do.
After a few hard, fast, and breathtaking strokes in her tight as fuck pussy, she begins to meet me thrust for thrust.
“Fuck yes,” I groan before bowing my head and taking one of her tits in my mouth, sucking so hard that she cries out.
Her clenched pussy is getting wetter. She’s on the verge of coming.
Releasing her tit, I demand, “Fucking give it to me.” I slam into her. “Come all over my cock, sweets.” I slam in again.
Her head is almost against the headboard.
Slam.
“Feel so fucking good being inside you raw.”
Slam.
“Never gonna want it any other way.”
Slam.
Never gonna want any other pussy after this, I think.
Slam.
“Harder!” she cries.
Slam.
She digs her nails into my back. “Faster,” she begs.
Slam.
She slams her hands onto the mattress and grips the sheets, her back arching, and she cries out my name, my real name, “Carter! Oh God, yes!”
“Oh no, sweets.” I grip her hips and fuck her until she remembers. “What’s my name?”
“Oh God.” Her voice is gravely, throaty, sexy. Her thighs tremble.
“What’s my fucking name?” I slam into her harder, faster as my balls tighten, burn.
“Carter!” she cries. Her body tenses, she trembles, and then she cries out again. “Carter! Mine!”
“Well, fuck.” I sigh, balls deep inside her.
When she looks at me, there is obvious confusion, mixed with embarrassment.
“Don’t do that.” I give up the thought of filling her up and bend to kiss her.
“Sorry,” she mumbles against my lips, panting, still trembling.
“Don’t be sorry.” I say against hers. “Never sounded better.”
She grabs my hair and yanks my head back. “I like your name.”
“I like being yours.”
“I didn’t mean—”
“Shut it, Isabella Steel. You and I know exactly what you meant.”
Her eyes search between mine, and fuck if she doesn’t look scared.
“I won’t hurt you, sweets.”
“I’m not worried about me; I’m worried about you.”
I laugh, but she looks dead fucking serious.
“I’m a big boy.” I slam into her as a reminder. “I know what I’m getting into.” I pull out slowly then slam in again.
“You have no—”
Slam.
“You worry about how sore you’ll be for the rest of the day while I think about filling your cunt with my cum.”
Slam.
Slam.
Slam.
“Oh, fuck yes!” she cries.
“Again, sweets?” I hiss.
“Shut up and fuck me.” She sinks her nails into my ass, and I commence to doing just that.
“My fucking pussy.”
Slam, slam, slam.
“Yours!” she cries. “Oh my God, it’s so yours!”
And I lose my shit, all up inside her.
Face down, buried in her hair, I feel undone in a way I’ve never fucking felt.
Have I lost it before? Yeah.
Like this? No fucking way.
“Tags?” she whispers.
“Yeah, sweets?” I whisper back.
“You’re hard again.”
I push up on my elbows and cup her face. “Your lucky morning.”
“Are you kidding me right now?”
Slam.
I wake up to her head on my chest, her leg wrapped around me, the smell of sex, sweet fucking sex, around us, and my cock in her hand.
“Fuck yes,” I mumble and wrap my hand around hers.
“What? Huh? Is it the phone?” she whines.
I tighten my grip on our hands. “Yeah, and it’s for you.”
She blinks rapidly and opens her eyes.
I stroke my cock with her hand. “The bone phone.”
A laugh erupts from her. “What are you? Twelve?”
“It’s an important call, sweets.” I roll her to her back and hover over her. “You should definitely … take it.”
“I couldn’t take it again if you dumped a bucket of KY between my legs.”
Kissing her neck, I laugh.
With her hands on my shoulders, she sinks her nails into them as I kiss down between her breasts.
“Don’t you dare.” She pouts.
“Just a taste.”
“I have to go—oh …”
“Mmm …”
“Okay, okay, okay, that’s … that’s …” She fists my hair. “Right there.”
I can’t help laughing as she grinds against my face.
After a few licks, I ask, “How’d we get here from bone phone?”
“FaceTime,” she moans.
Sixteen
Or Bust…
Bella
Sitting across the hotel’s restaurant, a few minutes early for the production meeting, I watch the guys across the room. Specifically, I watch Carter and the relaxed way in which he sits, the easy smile, the way he interacts with the rest of them. All easy.