“Carson!” I cry out as I hit the precipice of my orgasm.
Feeling emboldened as he pulls the queen from my pussy, I take it from his hand and drag it over his lips. “Suck it clean for me while I suck your cock, Mr. Wilder.”
“I’d do anything you told me to right now,” Carson croaks before he grabs it from my hands and stands up. I pull his pants and briefs down, the only remaining articles of clothes he had on, and toss them in the pile of clothes.
Pumping his cock a few times, I bring his leaking tip to my mouth and place a whisper of a kiss on it before lapping up his precum. I moan at the taste of him on my tongue.
I take him as deep in my throat as I can, his thickness stretching my lips at the same time as he hits the back of my throat. Trying to take a deep breath through my nose, I can’t hold back the slight gag from his length.
So much for not having a gag reflex.
“Holy. Fuck. Mmm,” he groans out. “Austen, you need to stop or I’m going to come like this and I refuse to come anywhere but your tight cunt.”
Pulling out of my mouth, he lifts me up and presses me up against one of the book shelves.
“From the moment I decided to build this room, I’ve pictured what it’d be like to fuck you just like this. With you pressed against the shelves and desperate for my cock,” he rasps into my ear.
“Then allow me to make another one of your fantasies come true, my lord,” I whisper back as I fist his length in my hand and guide it to my opening.
His essence is laced with passion as he kisses me deeply. When he pushes inside of me, we gasp in unison. Holding me up with one hand below my ass, he grips a shelf with his other and begins to frantically piston his hips against me. With every punishing thrust, my back bumps against the wood. The sound of our flesh smacking against each other makes for one of the most erotic sounds.
“I will never get enough,” Carson growls against the nape of my neck before he clamps down with his teeth then soothes my aching skin by sucking it into his mouth.
Knowing he’s marking me as his, I give in to the need to claim him with marks of my own. Running my nails down the defined muscles of his back has me on the verge of a second orgasm.
“Carson. Don’t. Stop,” I plead, panting to try to catch my breath.
Letting go of the shelf, Carson grips my ass with both hands, and spreads my cheeks. The moment he does, he’s able to penetrate even deeper inside of me, giving me just what I need to unravel for a second time. Whatever he’s doing with his hips right now, it’s mind-bending—life-altering. My pussy flutters around his cock as the heat of my orgasm heats my skin.
He continues to thrust through my release, only setting me down after he’s milked it out of me. My legs wobble as I attempt to stand on my own.
“You good?” he questions.
When I nod in response, leaning against the wood of the shelf for support, he goes back to the chess board. Grabbing the round pawn piece, he asks, “Do you trust me?”
“Always,” I reply.
“Good,” he says as he walks me over to my desk, and bends me over it, pressing my chest against the smooth wood. He drags the pawn down my spine and drenches it in my arousal before pulling my hips back so my ass juts out.
His touch ignites an inferno in my body—every cell alight from just this single trace of his fingers down my spine. He licks down my spine, trailing his fingers and the heat of his tongue is like liquid flames, lapping against my skin and setting me ablaze.
Kneeling behind me, he soaks the pawn in my pussy one more time before dragging it back toward my ass and circling my virgin hole. “Is this okay?” he questions.
“Y-yes,” I breathe out my stuttered response.
Applying a small amount of pressure, the tip of the rounded piece penetrates my ass, and I gasp at the unfamiliar intrusion.
Carson places a kiss on each of the dimples at the base of my spine before he rasps his question against my skin. “Tell me, has anyone ever claimed you here, Austen?”
“Never,” I admit, but it comes out as more of a whimper.
Letting out a groan, Carson stands behind me and nudges the tip of his cock inside my pussy as he slowly works the pawn into my ass, using it as a makeshift plug. I’ve never felt so gloriously full in my life as I do when he bottoms out inside of me, pushing the pawn even deeper.
“Fuuuuckk, Dakota. You’re so fucking tight,” he groans, and that alone has my pussy clenching around him.
“You’re so deep,” I whine in response as he pulls almost completely out before slamming his hips back against mine.
“I need one more,” he growls against my shoulder blades.
