Chapter 9 #3
He moved forward slightly, his hand outstretched to tug on my hair. The slight sting sent shivers through my body, and he smirked as if he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Just be careful of your teeth, and the back of your throat. I promise not to hold you down and fuck your face like I want to. I don’t want to hurt you, Sophia.”
I ignored the implied double meaning behind that and slowly began to work my way down his length.
He tugged on my hair, but kept it loose as I sucked and licked at his cock.
I used my other hand to cup his balls, and he shuddered in my hold.
I felt so powerful with him under my control, so I hollowed my cheeks, and let my throat relax so he could go farther down.
When my nose touched the base of his cock where that trimmed patch of hair lay, he cursed under his breath.
“Jesus Christ,” he said aloud. “That’s it.
Look how pretty you are with my cock down that throat.
That’s it, look at those lips. All swollen.
Do you like my cock, baby? Do you want more of it?
Would you like my cock in that pretty cunt of yours?
You’re so tight. Every single time that I watch my cock sliding in and out of you, it’s all I can do not to pound into you harder, and claim it as mine. ”
He continued to murmur those things as I worked faster, needing him. When I felt his balls tighten, he pulled me away and crushed his mouth to mine.
“I want to come on those tits or in that pussy of yours. Let me,” he murmured against my mouth.
“My pussy, please. Fuck me.”
“Dirty words for such a princess.”
I could barely think with the heat running through my veins. “Don’t call me princess.”
“Maybe I’ll just fuck you like one then.”
And then I was on my back, my bathing suit completely off next to my dress, and Carson was there, naked as well, where anybody could drive by on their boat, but I didn’t care.
He sheathed himself in the condom I didn’t even realize he had, and then he was at my entrance.
“Tell me if I hurt you.”
“You can’t, Carson.”
Again, a double meaning, one that we both ignored.
And when he pressed deep inside, I gasped, the intrusion nearly too much.
He was so thick, so long, that it took a moment for me to accommodate him, but then he was sliding into me, balls deep, and I couldn’t ask for more.
My nails dug into his shoulders as he pounded into me, and I reached for him, thrust for thrust. And when he pulled out and flipped me on my hands and knees, I gasped.
“That’s it, look at that beautiful ass of yours. I want to fuck that ass. Will you let me? Will you let me, Princess?” He slid his thumb over my hole, and I stiffened.
“Don’t worry. Not today. But one day, I’m going to fuck that ass, and you’re going to take every inch of me.”
“I don’t think so,” I teased. But when he used my own wetness to lube up my hole and slide his finger inside, I gasped, pushing back at the intrusion.
“Look at you, taking my cock and my finger at the same time. You’re always so beautiful, Sophia, even more so now. I’m a bad man and I don’t fucking care.”
Blushing from head to toe, I arched against him as he grabbed my hips with both hands and pounded into me.
He leaned over me, kissing up my spine, playing with my breasts in just the perfect way.
I wanted to reach back, to play with the barbells in his nipples, to just play with him, but he was the one in control now, and that was just fine with me.
“Play with yourself, make yourself come as I fuck you.” I did as he asked, leaning on one forearm as I used my other hand to play with my clit.
And when I finally came, clamping around his cock, he sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth and pounded harder.
I found my cheek on the cushion, my ass in the air, and he was moving fast, hard.
But before I could say anything, still coming down off my orgasm, I found myself riding him, my body shaking, meeting his gaze.
“Let me see your eyes. I need to see your eyes when I come. Let me feel you, Princess. That’s it. Move.”
Tears threatened at the words, and I knew it was just sex to him. That’s all this was. We may care for each other, in a way of friends, but that was it. No promises.
When I met his gaze, I couldn’t read the emotion there, and I nearly closed my eyes.
Somehow I found the strength within me to do what I should have done in the first place. I met his gaze, rolled my hips, and watched him come. Warmth spread within me as he filled the condom, and part of me ached for him to fill me, but I knew that was just the orgasm whispering.
As he had one hand on my breast, the other hand on my hip, claiming me in all aspects, this was just this moment, it was all it could be.
I couldn’t read his face, couldn’t tell what he was thinking. So I leaned down and buried my head against his throat, needing a moment just to breathe. He was still deep inside me, stretching me, holding me, and in this moment, it was everything that I needed.