And just like that, he pulled out, and then with one hand wrapped around my waist, the other holding up his weight, he slammed back into me.
My back bowed, my muscles tightened as I said, in a moan, “Again. Please.”
He pulled out and then slammed back into me.
Over.
And over.
Thrusting inside of me, so fast I had to force myself to breathe so as to not get lost in the feelings he was bringing to the surface from somewhere deep inside of me.
And then... when he slammed back in, hitting that spot, I felt my body clench.
The feeling.... There wasn’t anything like it.
And then he did it again, and again, and again.
My eyes stayed locked with his, and then... he whispered. “Give it all to me, Harlee Belle. All of it.”
I nodded, and then when he slammed back in and hit that spot, my entire body went up in a myriad of fireworks.
He pulled out and slammed inside of me one more time, and then, he was coming with me.
I heard him moan my name as he came.
His face buried into the side of my neck as I felt his cock jump inside of me.
My body was tingling with sensations, as I said, “Okay. Now I really see what all of the fuss was about.”
Carter burst out laughing.
His head lifted, his eyes were shining, and he was smiling, “Only you, Harlee Belle. Only you.”
I winked.
He stayed where he was for a few minutes, and then he slowly pulled out of me, and at the sight of the blood on his cock, he looked at it, then looked at me, and grinned. And then he climbed out of bed, but not before he placed his hand on my cheek and whispered, “Might not have been my first, but you're going to be my last. Honored as fuck to be your first. Your last. And your only.”
And then I watched his sexy ass go into the bathroom.
He was out moments later, with a washcloth in his hand.
And then he winked, and said, “Spread ‘em.”
I laughed and then did as he asked, and I watched as he cleaned me up.
And when he was done, he leaned forward, pressed a kiss on my belly, and then he went and tossed the washcloth into the laundry basket.
Once he was back in bed, he wrapped me in his arms, with my head pillowed on his chest, and then he whispered, “Best I ever fucking had, Harlee. Hands down.”
At his words, I let everything that happened flow through my body.
There wasn’t a part of my body that Carter didn’t reside in.
“Would it be wrong for me to ask about your past partners and put itching powder in their underwear?”
His chest moved, and then he burst out laughing.
Little did he know, I was being completely serious.
