“You made me into one.” He sinks his teeth into my neck, dragging his tongue over the marks, even though all I felt was intriguing pressure.
“For how long?”
“Not long enough.” He ends the confession with a hungry kiss, demanding in every way.
When he breaks away, he slides next to me and turns me on my side so that I’m facing away from him, but before I know it, he grabs me by my waist and flips us over. I’m lying on top of him, my back to his front as he bends his legs. His cock rests on my pubic bone, and the warmth against my clit makes me squirm for more.
Carter’s hands roam over my body, caressing every inch of me like he’s mapping it to make sure it’s fully imprinted in his memory.
He grabs my neck, holding it without tightening his grip, and rolls my nipple between his fingers, pinching it playfully before he moves to the other one. He takes his time when he notices me squirming, then slides his other hand down my abdomen until he reaches the empty part of me that craves him the most.
Two digits slide on either side of my clit, rubbing between my lips, ignoring my weeping center.
“Oh, Carter, please. Please fuck me!” I cry out, rolling my hips against his, urging his fingers or his cock or anything, at this point, to slide inside my aching pussy.
Though, I would prefer it if he would refresh my memory about how good his piercings feel.
“Mmm...” he growls into my ear. “You begging for me is my new favorite thing to hear.”
“Then end my suffering, please,” I plead yet again as he strokes my pussy, teasing every part of it but the one that could give me the bliss I yearn for.
He chuckles, and I melt deeper into him. That sound reaches parts of me that never lit up for anyone else before.
“This messy little pussy is already dripping at the thought of my cock pumping it full of cum.”
“Yes, it is! It’s weeping for all of you. Your fingers, your piercings, your beautiful fucking cock, just—aaah!” I end that sentence on a wanton cry as his cock impales me, piercings forcing their way in, one by one. Each one brings more bliss.
“My greedy little whore, you take me so well. Every fucking inch of my cock belongs right here, inside your eager little pussy.”
He slides in and out of me, one hand wrapped around my middle as his other caresses my breasts, taking control and fucking me on a grueling rhythm.
At this angle, each piercing on his cock rubs against that magical spot inside of me, one by one pushing me deeper into a place where desire is the air that I breathe and need dominates every fiber of my being.
His lips slide over my ear, hand squeezes my breasts, pinching my nipples as he strokes my walls. I’m completely powerless. High on pleasure. High on him.
“Your cock . . . fuck—Your piercings . . . they rub right . . .” I struggle to form the words. To get the idea out of my head.
Our bodies melt together, damp skins gliding against each other. We pant and moan in unison as he fucks me slow and deep. It’s nothing like I expected sex with the Carver to be. This is sensual. Perfectly esoteric. And utterly transcendent.
Then it turns into more.
Because as his strokes intensify, his fingers bear down on my clit, circling it rapidly, building on the pressure. High.
Fuck—too high!
It pools too low, his cock and piercings assaulting parts of me that seem to have a different effect.
“Carter—oh, fuck, you need to stop.”
But he strokes the bundle of nerves harder, putting even more pressure. My skin prickles, and my toes curl.
“I think I’m gonna—”
Pleasure collides with all my senses, gushing out of me in endless, uncontrollable streams. I’m coming. My body shakes as Carter holds me to him and ribbons of his hot cum shoot inside me, his rhythm slowing as he nurses our orgasms.
I’m just at the edge of mindless body trembling as he holds me safely to him.
“Did I just . . . ?”
