“Deuce,” I call out as he walks into the bedroom. I hear him suck in a deep breath. His eyes run all over me before he reaches behind him, pulling his shirt off over his head.
“When I’m inside you”—he pauses for a second—“you call me Carter,” he warns.
“We’ll see.” I smirk before he’s all over me.
Chapter 25
Carter
“I’m wet,” she says with a half-embarrassed whisper as I climb on top of her.
“Yeah, so? You say that like it’s a bad thing. You’re supposed to be wet.” I kiss her eyes and then her cheeks and then along her jaw line. Her fingers tangle in my hair.
“Is there anything I could say where you would be like, ‘no, gross’?”
I pause in mid-kiss and pretend to consider this for a second. “Nope. I like you dirty and clean, wet and sweaty and”—inspiration strikes—“everything in between.”
I grin while she rolls her eyes.
“Please tell me you didn’t just rhyme.”
“I know. I’m pretty great, aren’t I?” I reach between my legs and test her readiness. I’m about to show her how great I really am.
“Deuce, you’re silly.”
I half snort. “No one’s ever called me that before.”
A smile dances across her lips. “I like that there’s a side of you that only I see.”
“You’re the only one I care about. The only one I love. Now hold on because I’m about to make love to you.” I almost said fuck, but that’s not what we’re about to do. Our bodies are going to have a communion. I take my cock in my hand and guide it to her tender, vulnerable opening.
She sucks in a breath. “I don’t think that’s going to fit.”
“Sure it is.” I try to project a little confidence here despite my own doubts. My two fingers felt snug inside her cunt and my cock’s a lot bigger than two fingers. Just looking at how big it is between her legs is both ratcheting up my arousal and making me wonder whether this is gonna work out. What if I hurt her? What if I lose control and she doesn’t enjoy it? Should we wait? I can eat her out, finger her until she’s not so tight and tiny.
I swallow and slide the tip against her juices. It feels amazing. I can’t wait. “I’m gonna make it good for you,” I say in a guttural tone. “I promise.”
Her eyes shine with trust. I position myself at her lush opening and watch as the broad head of my cock parts her swollen cunt lips. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. My eyeballs roll into the back of my head. Pressure sits at the base of my spine. I’m gonna explode. Keep it together, Carter. Keep it together.
“You okay?” I choke out.
Mallory rubs her lips together and gives me a brief nod. “You’re just so…big.”
My dick swells and my cum turns into liquid lava. “No talking,” I growl.
“I’m sorry but you are. Your…dick feels huge and you have just the tip inside!”
My self-control is about to slip from my already weak grip. If she talks about my size one more time, I’m not going to be able to handle it. “No talking,” I order sharply. “You don’t get to say anything but my name. Got it?”
Her eyes grow wide and a mischievous grin spreads across her face. “Okay, Carter.”
That’s a mistake. My name on her lips when she’s spread out like a feast, naked on my bed, with my cock head wet from her cunt? It’s a mistake. I fall on her, claiming her mouth at the same time that I claim her body. This cunt is mine. This mouth is mine. These tits are mine. It’s all mine. I ravage her mouth, swallow her screams, meet each upthrust and swirl of her hips with my own lunges. She tightens around me, squeezing my cock like a vise.
I can’t hold back. “Come for me, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.” It’s half an order, half a plea.
She throws her head back and with nails digging in sharply on my shoulders, she creams, pulsing her juice all over my cock, making her channel slippery and hot and tight all at the same time. I pound into her, balls deep, until my own orgasm overtakes me. My cum splashes inside of her, mixing with her arousal, filling her up until it overflows.
Spent, I collapse on the bed, throwing my body to the side at the last minute so I don’t crush her. She curls into me, her frame still shuddering from the aftershocks. I reach between her legs and slowly insert my fingers into her sensitive channel.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, trying to squirm out of reach.
I hold her close and kiss her sweaty neck. “Wanna make sure this was good for you.” My words are slurred and I’m feeling drowsy. We’ve had a hell of a night but I want to make sure she remembers it with good feelings.