13. Catalina
Catalina
I ’m so horny.
No, it’s an actual crime to be married to a man so delicious, I always want to have my hands on him.
Carter’s still dead asleep beside me, his arm heavy across my waist, his face buried in my hair.
I lie there a moment, listening to the steady rumble of his breathing, tracing the lines of his tattoos with my fingertips.
I’m not in the fucking mood to let him sleep.
I ease out from under his arm, pushing the sheets down until his cock rests against his thigh. Half-hard already, like his body knows what I want. I grin, wickedly, and slide down between his legs.
My lips brush his stomach first, trailing kisses lower, until my breath ghosts over him.
He twitches, even in his sleep.
“Rise and shine, baby,” I whisper, before licking slowly up the length of him and wrapping my mouth around the head of his cock.
His groan rumbles through the quiet, his hand finding my hair on instinct. His hips shift, his cock swelling against my tongue as his voice comes out rough, sleep-heavy. “Darlin’… what the fuck?—”
I pull back just enough to smirk, spit slicking my chin. “Don’t act like you don’t love this.”
His eyes crack open, blue and burning, locking onto me. His jaw tightens. “Look at you, already on your knees, for me,” he mutters, his voice a low growl.
I take him deeper, hollowing my cheeks and humming around him until he curses, his head falling back against the pillow.
When I glance up, his stare is hot, wild, his fingers flexing in my hair. “Gonna make me lose it, baby,” he rasps, hips rolling slowly into my mouth.
I let his cock slide free just long enough to grin, licking the bead of precum from my lips. “Then lose it for me.”
The sound that tears from his chest nearly makes me come undone on the spot.
His cock stretches my mouth, my throat working as I take him deeper. My hand wraps around the base, stroking what I can’t fit as spit drips down my chin. Every groan he lets out makes my pussy ache for him.
“Fuck, darlin’…” He tipped his head back, squinting his eyes shut. His grip in my hair tightens, not pulling me, just holding. “You’re killin’ me.”
I moan around him as my tongue swirls around the crown. I pull back and swallow him down again, his cock hitting the back of my throat. His hips jerk, a broken curse falling from his mouth.
My eyes trail up, his cock still in my mouth as he’s staring at me. His blue eyes, glassy, lips parted, chest heaving, and the sight of him, wrecked.
“Jesus Christ,” he groans, his voice shaking. “I can’t— Catalina, baby, you gotta stop or I’m gonna come down your throat.”
I pull off with a pop, licking his precum around my lips, grinning up at him. “Maybe that’s what I want.”
His jaw ticks, his nostrils flaring. He grabs me under my arms and drags me up his body, kissing me, tasting himself on my lips. His cock presses hot against my stomach as he growls against my mouth.
“No, you’re ridin’ me.”
My breath catches, heat rushing through me. “Carter?—”
“Now, darlin’,” he cuts me off, his hands already sliding down to grip my ass and guide me over him. “I need to feel you.”
My body is already giving in as I shift to straddle him. His cock slides against my slick folds, and I shiver as he lines me up.
He looks up at me, eyes wild, voice a rasp. “Take me inside you, baby. Ride your husband.”
With one slow roll of my hips, I do.
I sink down slow, taking him inch by inch, my walls stretching around him until he’s buried to the hilt. My head tips back, a broken moan slipping free, and his hands clamp onto my hips, steadying me.
“Fuck, baby,” Carter groans, his eyes locked on where we’re joined. “You feel so damn good wrapped around me.”
Heat shoots straight through me, my nails biting into his chest as I grind down, rolling my hips until his cock presses right where I need him. He hisses, jaw clenched, with his blue eyes burning into me.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he rasps, his thumb stroking lazy circles into my hip as I start to move. “Ride me, show me how bad you want it.”
I brace my hands on his chest and lift, sliding up his cock before dropping back down hard enough to make us both moan. The sound tears from his throat, his grip tightening until I know I’m going to get a bruise.
“You tryin’ to kill me?” he growls, but there’s a smile tugging at his lips.
I bounce up and down, harder, faster, loving the way his eyes can’t decide between watching my tits bounce or watching me swallow him whole over and over. My hair falls into my face, sweat slicking my skin, but I don’t stop.
His hand slides up my stomach, cupping my breast, as his fingers pinch my nipple until I gasp. “Look at you,” he moans, pinching my nipple. “My wife ridin’ my cock like she was fuckin’ made for it. You own me, Catalina. You hear me? Every piece of me is yours.”
My orgasm builds, my thighs shaking as I grind down against him, his cock hitting deep. “Carter—” I gasp, nails raking down his chest.
“Yeah, baby,” he urges, his voice a growl. “Come for me. Make a mess on my cock. Want to feel you drench me.”
I shatter around him, moaning his name loud enough for the walls to hear, my body clenching and fluttering as I collapse against his chest.
He wraps his arms around me, still thrusting up into me through my climax, his filthy words rough in my ear. “Good girl. That’s it, darlin’. So fuckin’ perfect.”
The overstimulation has me crying into his neck, and when he finally lets go, his hips jerk hard, cock pulsing deep as he groans my name.
I keep moving slowly, milking him until he curses, his arms crushing me closer, his lips pressed hard to my temple.
“Mine,” he rasps, still buried inside me. “Forever mine.”
I whisper back, breathless, “Yours. Always.”
Carter’s still thick inside me, his cock twitching as his cum leaks out around him, hot between my thighs. He’s holding me close, breath ragged against my temple.
Did he think I was done? Um, no.
I start rolling my hips again, slow at first, then harder, grinding down on him until his groan rumbles through his chest.
“Catalina…” His voice is rough, warning. “Darlin’, I just?—”
“I don’t care,” I cut him off, desperate, my nails biting into his shoulders again as I keep bouncing on his cock. “Give me more. I want every drop, Carter. Fill me again.”
His blue eyes snap open, blazing. “Christ, baby. You’re insatiable.”
“Yeah?” I pant, arching my back, shoving his cock deeper inside me with every thrust. “Then ruin me. Put another load in me. Please, baby, I need it.”
He groans as his hands clamp down on my hips. “Beggin’ me for more cum like my filthy little wife.”
“Yes,” I cry, grinding down harder, sweat dripping down my spine. “I’ll take everything you give me. Don’t stop.”
He thrusts up to meet me, the bed slamming against the wall, his voice breaking as he rasps, “Want me to pump you so deep you can’t think about nothin’ but my cock inside you?”
“Yes!” I scream, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes from how good it feels. “Give me your cum, please.”
My orgasm crashes over me again, as my body spasms around him, sobbing his name. He growls, holding me down, rutting up hard until he’s spilling inside me again, filling me so deep it drips down my thighs.
I collapse against his chest, trembling, my body still rolling weakly against him, greedy even through the aftershocks.
He cups the back of my head, kissing my hair, voice ragged but soft. “That’s it, baby. Take it all. I’ll give you everything. Every fuckin’ drop.”
My whole body feels like jelly, my husband’s cum still warm inside me, with his arms wrapped around me. He’s so soft after, kissing my hairline, fussing over me with a towel and water.
God help me, I love it. I love that this big, gruff man is obsessed with taking care of me.
But I’m also me.
I nuzzle into his chest, tracing the swirls of his tattoos with my fingertip, tipping my chin up with a grin. “Facemask time.”
Carter freezes.
He pulls back just enough to look down at me, his brow cocked. “Darlin’, I just fucked you so hard you couldn’t stand. And you’re thinkin’ about facemasks?”
“Yesssss.” I stretch the word, dragging my finger down his sternum. “Self-care is essential, Carter. And you’re glowing right now, and we need to keep it that way.”
He groans, tipping his head back against the headboard. “Fine.”
I giggle, rolling onto my side and propping my head on my hand. “Come on. Let me pamper my big, strong husband. Don’t you wanna be soft and pretty for me?”
“Pretty?” His blue eyes narrow, but his lips twitch like he’s fighting a smile.
“Yes. Pretty,” I say firmly, already reaching for the drawer where I stash my sheet masks. I pull one out, waving it at him.
He shakes his head, sighing, but he’s already sitting up straighter, letting me crawl into his lap. “Fine. But if you take a picture?—”
I cut him off with a kiss. “No promises.”
He growls, and I laugh so hard I almost drop the mask. Because really—Carter Hayes, the rough, tattooed cowboy who just ruined me in bed, is about to let me stick a lavender sheet mask on his face.
And I think, as I peel it open and he gives me that long-suffering look he only gives me… this is what happily ever after really feels like.