Chapter 6 Andrej
ANDREJ
The mental image of Cartier dancing naked in a busy nightclub with another guy sends me into a dangerous spiral.
I’m torn between wanting to rip off the head of anyone who dares to so much as look at her the wrong fucking way, and making it happen.
For the sheer fucking pleasure of making her fantasies come true.
She’s a blank canvas, and I intend to fill her up with my scribbles and ruin her for anyone else who thinks they might have a future claim on her.
Because now that I’ve gotten a taste for this beautiful woman, I want more. I was being deadly serious when I told her that I wanted to fuck her in every way imaginable, and then some. And finding out that no one has ever touched her before…
I feel as if I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven. Not something I ever thought I’d hear myself say.
The instant she relaxes in the aftermath of her orgasm, I slide my body underneath her on the sofa and roll her on top of me. My erection lies between us, rock solid, awaiting its turn.
“Fuck me, baby.” I place it between her ripe breasts and squash them together, massaging its length between them. Pre-cum oozes from the slit. “I’m ready for you.”
She pulls away and licks the head clean, curling her tongue around my girth and watching me with slanted eyes.
“Fuck you’re beautiful.” I fist her hair and fill her mouth with my cock.
Her eyes water as she gags, but I hold her still, maintaining eye contact.
“You can take more than that, I know you can.”
Her eyes widen, and she tries to shake her head, but I keep talking.
“Slowly. We have all the time in the world, baby. Open your mouth wider, tilt your head back.” I tug her hair. “Good girl. You have no idea how good that feels.”
My balls are already full for her, but there’s no way I’m shooting down her throat, as sexy as it is to watch her swallowing me whole. I want to fill every orifice with my cum, starting with her beautiful pussy.
I place her hand around the base of my cock and rub it up and down the length. She finds her rhythm and I gradually inch towards the back of her throat. Deeper. Until her fingers are massaging my balls.
A low groan starts building somewhere deep inside as I hold her head still and slide my cock in and out of her mouth. “You’re every fucking fantasy I ever had.”
It’s the biggest understatement of my life.
Cartier Black ticks all the right boxes in all the right ways, and she doesn’t even know it.
Every man who ever let her slip through their fingers is a fucking loser who doesn’t deserve to have her on the end of their cock.
Losing isn’t in my vocabulary, and now that I’ve found her, I already know that I will end up dying for her.
And that it will be worth every knee-jerking, spine-tingling, ball-filling moment.
I let my own orgasm build, the heat growing inside my engorged cock until I’m ready to explode down the back of her throat. Then I slide myself out of her mouth, raise her hips, and lower her slowly onto the head.
“How does that feel?”
Her moist lips are parted. “It feels like it’s where it’s supposed to be.”
My smile grows wide. “You’re fucking brilliant, baby. Now take all of it. Slowly.”
Cartier leans over me, her honey-blonde hair forming a golden waterfall around our heads. I squeeze her breast with one hand and pull her mouth onto mine with the other as she slides her pussy slowly down my length.
“You’re so tight.” I fill her mouth with my tongue and slide my hand between our bodies, guiding myself inside her while I rub her clit with my thumb. “Don’t stop. Good girl.”
Her walls tighten around me, and it takes all my willpower not to release myself already. But I’m not there yet. I raise my pelvis, helping her along, and she gasps when the head hits the wall.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ve got you. Breathe.”
Her breaths are ragged, so I take it easy on her clit while she breathes through the discomfort she’s obviously feeling as I try to push through the barrier.
“Kiss me, Cartier. Fuck my tongue with your mouth, and let me in.”
She’s so pliant, so willing to take me that I don’t know how long I’ll be able to hold it in.
While her tongue explores my mouth, her tiny whimpers sneak into my brain and add fuel to the ache in my balls, I grip her hips tightly and push through the wall.
Hot wetness floods around my cock, and I hold it still, waiting for her sex to adjust to my intrusion.
It’d better get used to me, because now that I’ve found her, I’m not going anywhere.
“That’s it, you got me, baby. I’m all yours.”
She pulls away from me, flips her hair over one shoulder cocooning us together, and rides me slowly. And fuck if it isn’t the most beautiful thing I’ve ever felt.
Cartier studies my face intently, her hips finding their rhythm, her hard nipples brushing my chest as she drags her pelvis forward.
Leaning closer, she licks the scar on my top lip with the tip of her tongue, and I can’t stop myself.
I cup her face with both hands and bruise her lips with the force of my desire for her.
I don’t want to hurt her but fucking her isn’t enough.
I want the whole world to know that this woman is mine.
“You have no idea how badly I want you,” I breathe into her mouth.
“Tell me.”
“I’ll do better than that.”
I slide her off my cock, noting that her slick is tinged with blood.
Keeping her on her knees, I move behind her on the sofa and drag her ass towards me.
One hand on the back of her neck, I push her shoulders down, and devour the curve of her spine, the dip of her waist, and her ass cheeks, dragging my fingers down her back.
Then I spread her cheeks and lick the slick off her. I lick her pussy, her ass, sucking on the flesh in between, dipping my tongue in and out, pushed harder and deeper by her raggedy panting.
“Do you want me, baby?”
“Yes.” A gasp.
I rub the end of my cock around her beautiful wet pussy. “Tell me that you’re mine.”
“I’m yours.” No hesitation.
“And I can fuck you till you beg me to stop.”
“You can fuck me till I beg you to stop.”
“Good girl.” I push my cock inside her dripping wet sex, thumbing her clit as I drive it deeper. All the way. So deep I can feel the bottom of her spine. “You feel so fucking good, baby. I never want it to end.”
I slide my cock all the way out, teasing her folds and between her ass cheeks, before sending it home again. I hold her hips steady while I grind into her pussy, filling her up, her walls clenching and throbbing around me, sucking me in.
“I’m going to come inside you.”
It isn’t a question. I need to fill her up with my cum. I need to know that when we’re not together, she can feel me oozing out from between her legs.
I lean over her, fist her hair like they’re reins, and succumb to my own orgasm.
We drag some blankets and cushions onto the floor in front of the living room windows and stretch out facing the view, side by side, Cartier’s bare leg entwined with mine.
She’s comfortable in her own skin, unlike anyone else I ever met.
Her clothes are still in the penthouse elevator, but she hasn’t fetched them or fretted over them or made any attempt to cover her nakedness.
With one arm around her shoulders, I stroke her upper arm, my thumb making circles on her skin.
Flames crackle inside the log burner in the center of the room.
It’s the kind of backdrop associated with the wholesome channel that churns out Hallmark movies on repeat.
I’ve never used it before, but it somehow fits with Cartier here.
I’ve no idea of the time, but Chicago’s lights are winking at us from down below, and the sky is a dense ceiling of midnight blue.
“How did you get the scar?” Cartier studies my top lip so intently, that my cock starts twitching hello.
“Sword fight.”
She blinks, sitting back to read my expression. “Seriously?”
I chuckle and chug back the champagne in my glass. “It’s not as glamorous as you might think. I had a fight with my brother when we were teenagers.”
“Leonid did this?”
“I’m sure that if he’d been able to predict this moment before he hit me, he might’ve aimed lower.”
She moistens her lips with the tip of her tongue, and I can’t resist. I nibble her bottom lip between my teeth and then refill our glasses.
“I can’t imagine you without it,” she says. “It’s sexy.”
I’m not sure anyone has ever told me that I’m sexy before. Sure, there has been no shortage of women in my life, but never anyone like Cartier. Never anyone who cared enough to get to know the real me behind the designer clothes and the flashy cars.
Leaning in, I squeeze her breast and suck on her nipple, drawing blood to the surface. My cock takes its cue and hardens.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.”
She smiles. I’m not so oblivious that I don’t read the room. She wants to talk.
I’ll talk all night if I can sit here and feast my eyes on her gorgeous body. Besides, I want to learn everything there is to know about Cartier Black.
Another first.
My usual motto is ‘love ’em and leave ’em’. It has always worked for me … until now.
“The cocktail that the mixologist made for you.” Maybe the experience has been playing on her mind all evening because her expression is suddenly serious. “Did you know that’s what he would make?”
“I’ve visited before. Different bartender. Different cocktail. They mix the drink to fit whatever vibes they get at the time.” The intensity of her gaze doesn’t relent. “It was sweeter than it looked. But still potent.”
She chews her bottom lip. “Is that how you want people to see you? As a dark soul? Someone to be feared?”
“You’re not afraid of me.”
She smiles and looks away, focusing on the view through the window. “I was when I first met you. Just a teensy bit.”
It didn’t stop her texting Mika about what she wanted me to do to her.
“And now?”