14. Doomsday #3
He rips my legs apart, swiping the head of his cock through my heat, spreading my wetness. With a crooked grin, he asks, “Any last words?”
I shake my head.
“Good. Hold on.”
His smile slips, emerald eyes glazing over with a lust so dark, so feral, that when he slams inside me with a single punishing thrust, my entire world fades to black. My mouth opens and he swallows my scream before it can escape.
“Oh my God,” I cry, tearing my mouth away. My fingernails bite into his shoulders, holding onto him as he fills me. “Wait, Carter, please.”
He stills inside of me, his hand gripping my throat as his body trembles, like he’s afraid if he doesn’t hang onto something he won’t be able to control himself.
But he’s so big, so thick, so heavy, and every inch of me feels so tight, stretched beyond belief.
He drops his forehead to mine, chest heaving, each breath bursting past his lips. “I’m sorry.”
The pain wanes, a delirious fullness that spreads like flames, heat licking at my skin.
I snag my lip between my teeth, moaning as I arch off the bed, taking him a little bit farther as I adjust to his size.
My nails rake down his arms, eyes rolling to heaven, as his hips start rolling, a slow grind that coaxes every knot inside me loose, until everything starts unfurling.
He slides a hand beneath me, lifting me to him. His anxious gaze bounces between mine, seeking instruction, permission, control . Control I’m willing to give.
A snarl rumbles deep in his chest as he drops me to the mattress and does exactly what I asked: fucks me .
His skin slaps against mine as he pistons inside me, so deep I swear I can feel him in my belly. His touch is rough, fire that singes everywhere it touches, branding me as his.
Each roll of his pelvis sends sparks through my clit, each plunge of his cock deeper and harder than the last, until I feel weightless. I’m nothing but bones and the sheer pleasure that burns through me from head to toe, lighting me aflame from the inside out.
Carter’s fingers tangle in my curls, dig into my hip, keeping me in place as his body dominates mine.
“Fuck,” he growls, face slick against my neck. “Fucking love fucking you.” He slides a wet kiss across my mouth. “I want more, Ollie. I’m gonna take it.”
I don’t know what more I can give him, but then he lifts my leg and throws it over his shoulder, grabs onto the headboard, and a devilish, roguish grin takes over his face as he pummels into me with everything he has.
“Pill,” he grunts out. “Are you on—”
“ Yes .”
“Can I—”
“God, yes .”
A throaty, pleased hum rumbles as he drives faster, and I cry out his name, over and over again, palms sliding down his back, feeling the knotted muscles that move so fluidly.
My hands find his firm ass, squeezing him closer when there’s already nowhere else to go, until I accidentally beg for harder .
His eyes sparkle with mischief. “Harder? Haven’t we covered this? I want to keep you, not break you.”
My palm hits his collarbone, shoving him to the mattress, and I sink down his length before he can protest. My head falls backward with a cry of unbridled pleasure, and Carter hisses below, lifting me up and slamming me back down on his cock, over and over again.
He pushes up and cups my breast, taking it into his mouth as I ride him, sucking, nipping, and I nearly yank his hair right out of his head. The look he gives me when he pulls back, brushing my clit, sends me straight off the deep end, and I come all over his cock.
“One more,” he growls, pulling me off him. He flips me onto my belly, pulls my head taut, and jerks my ass into the air before he thrusts back inside me. “You’re gonna give me one more.”
One more? I can’t. My chest falls to the mattress as every bone turns limp, but Carter hauls me back up, hot breath rolling down my neck, shaking my spine.
“We’re done when I say we’re done.”
“Carter,” I whimper.
“Fucking love when you say my name.” His wet mouth glides up my neck, teeth grazing the shell of my ear. “Now scream it.”
His hips slap against my ass as he drives himself forward, once, twice, three more times, and when he hits that spot I can never seem to find, every nerve ending sizzles and pops. I rip the sheet right off the bed and do what he asked: scream his name.
Carter explodes inside of me, burying his cry in my neck, clutching my body to his as my knees quiver and my arms give out, and when he pulls out, he leaves me feeling so empty.
He winds an arm around my waist and tugs me into his side as he collapses to the mattress, and our bodies, slick with sweat and heaving, stick together.
I place my palm over his chest, feeling the steady thrum of the heart below, and Carter covers my hand with his, warmth spreading throughout my belly, crawling up my chest to that vital organ I’m meant to keep safe.
“Can I keep you?” he asks.
“Yes.” My heart skitters to a stop at the simple answer spoken without thought, and only when Carter tilts my chin and captures my mouth with a kiss does it restart.
It’s in this moment that I realize how earth-shatteringly fucked I am.