5. Carter
Carter
S he’s sprawled beneath me, blushed and trembling. I have her exactly where I want her.
I drag my cock along her soaked folds again, not pushing in, just letting her feel the weight of me. She moans as she lifts her hips, chasing me, but I pin her harder to the mattress.
“Not yet, baby,” I rasp, brushing my mouth along her jaw, down her throat. “You don’t get my cock until I’ve had my fill of this sweet little body.”
Her whimper shoots straight to my chest, but I ignore it, sliding down her body, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses over her breasts. I nip her nipple through her dress, then shove the fabric down, baring her to me.
“Fuck,” I mutter, dragging my tongue over the tight peak until she arches into my mouth. “Always so perfect for me.”
She whines my name, tugging at my hair, but I move lower, kissing down her stomach, across her hip, until I’m kneeling between her thighs.
I hook her legs over my shoulders and press my mouth against her, my tongue sliding through her folds slowly, teasing her. She jerks, moaning so loud it echoes off the walls.
“Carter!”
I grin against her, sucking her clit just hard enough to make her back bow. Pulling back, I lick my lips. “You taste better than anything, baby. I could eat this pussy all night.”
Her thighs tremble against me, hips bucking, but I hold her down, torturing her with slow strokes of my tongue, then pulling away just when she’s about to snap.
“Beg prettier,” I murmur, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them deep until she cries out. My mouth returns to her clit, working her in tandem, dragging her higher, higher, before I ease off again, grinning when she sobs in frustration.
“You like it when I make you wait,” I growl, pumping my fingers, licking her slowly, savoring every sound she makes. “Say it.”
Her nails dig into the sheets, her voice wrecked. “I—I like it.”
“Damn right you do.”
I fuck her with my fingers, as I suck her clit until she’s thrashing, begging, completely undone beneath me. And I still don’t give her my cock.
Not yet.
Her thighs tremble around my head, her nails raking down the sheets. I curl my fingers deep inside her, stroking that spot I know makes her see stars, and drag my tongue in lazy circles over her clit.
She’s so wet I can feel it dripping down my hand, soaking my wrist, and it makes me groan against her.
“Fuck, baby,” I rasp, pulling back just enough to breathe her in, my lips slick with her. “You’re makin’ a mess all over me. You like torturing me, huh? Walking around naked, whispering filthy shit, smirking like you’re not already mine?”
“Carter,” she gasps, voice breaking, “please—please don’t stop?—”
I smirk, pulling my fingers out, dragging them slowly over her swollen clit just to watch her squirm. “Don’t stop? Or don’t let you come?”
She whimpers and shakes her head, hips jerking. “Oh my God, please?—”
“Which is it, darlin’?” I taunt, sliding my soaked fingers up, pressing them between her lips. “Don’t stop, or don’t let you come?”
Her eyes flutter as she sucks me clean, her tongue swirling over my knuckles, and I nearly lose it right there.
“Jesus Christ,” I growl, shoving her thighs wider, diving back between them. My tongue works her clit slowly, quickly, then teasing, never letting her settle into a rhythm, keeping her right on the edge.
She’s crying out now, half-sob, half-moan, her body writhing within my grasp.
I pin her hips down harder. “Stay still,” I command, voice muffled against her pussy. “You wanna come? You do it on my tongue. Grind that pretty cunt on me and take what you need, baby. Soak my beard.”
She lets out a broken moan and does exactly that as she rolls her hips against my mouth, chasing her release. I let her ride my face, sucking her clit hard, sliding two fingers back inside her, curling deep until she’s right there, right on the brink.
I pull back again.
She screams in frustration, pounding her fists against the sheets. “Carter, I swear to G?—”
I chuckle darkly, kissing the inside of her thigh. “Swear all you want, baby. You don’t come until I say.”
Her chest heaves, her eyes wild, her body trembling with need. She’s ruined already.
I drag my tongue one more time up her slit before sitting back on my heels and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Look at you,” I rasp, staring down at her flushed, wrecked body, hair sticking to her damp face, legs spread wide open for me. “My perfect little wife.”
She’s glaring at me, her eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, chest heaving. “Carter,” she gasps, “you’re killing me?—”
“Not even close,” I growl, sliding back down between her thighs.
The second my mouth is on her again, she lets out a sound that’s more sob than moan. I suck her clit slowly, pulling it into my mouth and flicking my tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves until her legs quake around my head.
Her hand fists in my hair, tugging hard, but I don’t care—I groan against her, the vibration making her whole body jolt.
“Fuck—oh God—don’t stop?—”
She’s close again, I can feel the way her walls grip around nothing, the way her thighs clamp tighter, her stomach tightening under my hands. I shove two fingers inside, curling up, stroking her G-spot, and she goes wild, grinding her hips against me.
“That’s it,” I mumble, tongue relentless on her clit. “Ride it, baby. Give it to me.”
Her back arches off the bed, a scream tearing out of her throat?—
I pull away, again.
She collapses back onto the sheets with a broken cry, fists pounding the mattress. “CARTER!”
I grin, licking her arousal off my lips, watching her thrash. “So dramatic,” I tease, kissing her inner thigh, before I nip gently.
Her eyes snap to mine, blazing, furious, and ruined all at once. “I hate you.”
“No, you don’t,” I rasp, sliding my tongue through her folds again, making her hips jerk. “You love me. You love it when I make you beg.”
She whimpers as her hands clutch the sheets, body trembling.
I push back inside her with my fingers, fucking her slow, curling deep. My mouth finds her clit again, tongue swirling, sucking, teasing until she’s clawing at me, sobbing out my name.
She’s right there, at the edge, her walls fluttering around my fingers, her body tense?—
And I pull out again.
Her scream is raw, wrecked, bouncing off the walls. “I swear, Carter Hayes, if you don’t let me come, I’ll?—”
“You’ll what?” I taunt, grinning as I wipe my mouth, sliding my soaked fingers over her lips. “You gonna punish me? Or are you going to do what you always do? Spread those pretty legs and take what I give you?”
She sucks my fingers into her mouth, chestnut eyes blazing, and moans around them.
My cock throbs painfully, my control hanging by a thread, but I’m not done with her yet.
She’s wrecked beneath me, hair stuck to her damp face, thighs trembling, chest heaving. I’ve pulled her back from the edge so many times she doesn’t even know which way is up anymore.
Christ, I can’t drag it out any longer.
I pin her hips down and dive back between her thighs, tongue latching onto her clit, relentless this time.
No more teasing. No more pulling away.
Just filthy, desperate hunger as I suck, lick, and grind my mouth against her.
I push two fingers inside her, sliding deep, curling, and stroking hard against her G-spot again. Her walls clamp down, her body arching, and the sound she makes—fuck, it’s a cry, a moan, a plea all tangled together.
“Come for me, baby,” I rasp against her, my tongue never stopping. “Give it to me, let me taste it.”
Her scream rips through the room as she shatters, convulsing around my fingers, thighs clamping tight around my head. She bucks and trembles, riding my mouth as her orgasm crashes over her, soaking my beard, soaking the sheets.
I hold her down and take every bit of it, groaning against her pussy like I’m the one coming.
She finally collapses back against the bed, gasping. I pull my fingers free and lick them clean, my cock straining so hard it hurts.
“Fuckin’ perfect,” I mutter, crawling up her body, kissing her thighs, her stomach, her tits, until I’m hovering over her again.
Her lips are swollen, eyes glassy, hair wild.
My beautiful, dramatic, insufferable wife.
I fist my cock, dragging the head through her slick folds, groaning at how hot and wet she still is. “You’re gonna take all of me now,” I rasp, my voice shaking. “I’ve been dying to get inside you all damn day.”
She whimpers, spreading wider for me, hands clutching at my shoulders. “Please, Carter. I need you.”
“Baby, you’ve got me.”
I press a soft kiss to her luscious lips, “You ready for me, darlin’”
She nods, wrapping her legs around my waist.
I chuckle against her lips, “Breathe for me, baby. You can take it.”
She sucks in a deep breath, obeying my command.
“Good, baby, now out,” I say, kissing the corner of her mouth.
She releases the breath she was holding, and with one slow, brutal thrust, I sink into her until she’s taken me inch by inch.
Her scream mixes with my groan as I finally, finally, bury myself deep inside the only woman who’s ever owned me.
She’s so fucking tight, clenching down around me like her body’s been waiting for me, made for me. Heat wraps around me, squeezes me, and for a second, I have to grit my teeth to keep from cumming inside of her already.
“Christ, Catalina,” I groan, burying myself deeper, pausing at the base. “You feel like heaven, baby. Gonna split you open on my cock.”
She claws at my back with her head thrown back, moaning. “Fuck me, Carter. Don’t hold back.”
I laugh. “Hold back? Not a chance.”
I pull out slowly, then slam back into her hard enough to rock the bed frame. She screams my name, arching into me, as her nails score my shoulders.
“That’s it,” I rasp, snapping my hips again, faster, harder, the sound of our bodies slamming together echoing off the walls. “Take it. Take all of me.”
Her legs wrap around my waist, as her heels dig into my back, pulling me deeper. And fuck, I do. I pound into her, grinding my pelvis against her clit every time I thrust, wringing gasps and curses from her lips.
“You’ve been driving me insane all day,” I growl against her mouth, kissing her as I bite her lower lip.
Her eyes flutter, “Worth it—oh God—worth it?—”
I slam my cock into her deeper, groaning as her walls flutter around me. “Worth it, huh? You’re drippin’ all over my cock, baby. Squeezing me so tight. Say it again. Tell me whose pussy this is.”
Her cry tears through the room. “Yours, Carter! It’s yours, it’s always yours?—”
“Damn right.” I slam into her harder as sweat drips down my spine, my breath ragged. “Mine. My wife. My perfect fuckin’ girl.”
She claws at my back, moaning, screaming my name. Her pussy clamps tighter, as her body trembles, and I know she’s close.
“You gonna come for me again?” I grunt, grinding against her clit, pounding into her so hard the headboard slams against the wall. “Gonna soak my cock this time?”
“Yes—yes—Carter—don’t stop?—”
I bite down on her shoulder, growling against her skin as I drive into her with everything I’ve got, until her scream rips through the air. She shatters, convulsing around me, soaking my cock as I keep fucking her through it, groaning at the mess she’s making.
“Good girl,” I rasp, thrusting through her orgasm. “That’s my girl. Fuck, you’re perfect?—”
Her nails rake my back, her body quaking, and I’m right there with her, slamming into her until my vision blurs, until I spill deep inside her with a groan so loud it shakes me to my core.
I collapse over her, chest heaving, still buried to the hilt, still pulsing inside her as she shudders beneath me.
Her body is still trembling under me, but I’m nowhere near done. Not after a whole day of torture, of her naked little games, of edging her until we both went mad.
I pull out slowly, groaning at the sight of my cock glistening with her slick, then slam back into her without warning.
She gasps, her eyes snapping open, legs clamping around me. “Carter?—”
“Thought I was finished with you?” I rasp, dragging my cock out and slamming in again, grinding against her clit with every thrust. “You teased me all goddamn day. Now you’re takin’ every drop I’ve got to give.”
Her cry breaks into a moan, her nails clawing at my back, her body arching to meet every brutal thrust.
I pin her wrists above her head, fucking her deep, grinding into her until she’s sobbing my name. Sweat drips down my chest, my muscles straining, but I don’t let up.
“You’re mine,” I growl against her mouth, kissing her hard, biting her lower lip until she whimpers. “My wife. My pussy. Say it.”
“Yours.”
Her pussy grips my cock, fluttering, milking me, and I feel myself spiraling again. I pull back just enough to look her in the eyes.
“Where do you want it, baby?” I rasp, pounding into her harder, each thrust making the bed slam the wall. “You want my cum on your stomach? All over your pretty tits? Or do you want me to pump you full and keep you dripping for me all night?”
Her eyes go wide, her breath stuttering, and she moans so loud it makes my cock throb.
“Inside,” she whimpers, desperate. “I want it inside me, Carter. I want all of it.”
“Fuck,” I groan, slamming deeper, faster, feral now, my control gone. “Then you’re gettin’ every last drop.”
Her scream rips through the room as she comes again, convulsing around me, soaking me, and I follow right after, spilling into her, filling her until it’s dripping out around my cock.
I don’t stop moving, fucking my cum into her, groaning against her throat. “Take it, baby. Take all of me. You’re mine, every fuckin’ inch of you is mine.”