But Conor’s not about interior decoration. He moves so that suddenly, that big frame casts mine into shadow. Heat emanates from his male form, making me go hot all over.
“Last week was amazing,” he growls. “But it was all a little rushed.” He places two fingers under my chin and lifts my chin up to meet his, and I’m instantly lost in the blue of his eyes. “I haven’t even seen you fully naked yet,” he adds, and then kisses me. When his tongue runs along my lips, I kiss him back eagerly, but he pulls away suddenly, leaving me panting for more. The dark man grins at my unabashed need.
“Come here, sweetheart. Let’s play.”
I’m led toward the bed, drunk on lust for the alpha male. He sits down on the edge of the bed, pulling me over to him so I’m straddling his left knee. He licks his lips and runs a finger up my thigh, and I tremble with anticipation.
“I’m going to enjoy every single part of you tonight, Carrie.” His finger now rounds the swell of my cunt and rests on my clitoris lightly. “I popped your cherry, and do you know what that means, sweetheart?”
I can barely breathe, staring into his eyes while sitting on his thigh.
“No, what?” is my breathy reply. A grin crosses that handsome face.
“It means this pussy’s mine.” Conor starts drawling circles around my clitoris, making me gasp.
“You like that?” he whispers knowingly, bringing his other hand to the front zipper of my dress. I nod, unable to speak through my arousal.
“I want to hear you say it,” he continues, as he unzips my dress down the front and my huge tits spring free from their confines. He takes one nipple in his mouth and sucks gently, still twirling my clitoris with one finger. I’m so wet I can feel myself cream against his fingers. This is sheer Heaven.
But Conor’s the controlling type.
“Say it,” he whispers between licks on my nipple. “Say your pussy’s mine.”
Oh my god, this is so wrong but I tilt my head back, barely breathing.
“My pussy’s yours,” I manage huskily, barely recognizing my own voice. At this, he wrenches my dress off me, and neither of us care whether it’s been damaged. He grabs me by the waist, and lays me down on my front, pulling my panties off, my ass in the air. I’m fully naked, and he’s fully dressed, and it makes me feel deliciously vulnerable. Because what’s coming next? Oh god … I can’t wait.
Chapter Six
Conor
Carrie’s lying on the bed in front of me, her huge ass sticking up in the air, and I’ve rarely seen an image more tempting. Goddamn her. My resolve to be cool was shattered the moment I walked into that sex club and saw her milky body crammed into that ridiculous red velvet dress, her red mouth pouting as she sipped a drink. Those brown curls cascaded over her shoulders, wreathing the perfect roundness of those huge tits. Wars have been fought over this kind of shit because Helen of Troy’s got nothing on Carrie. I’d smash this whole town to the ground just to have that pussy to myself.
So yeah, I was irritated at myself for having a hard-on within minutes of seeing the gorgeous brunette. Just the way she looked at me sent me spiraling over the edge into lust, love and who knows what else.
And now I get to have her. I start to unbuckle my jeans, then realize I enjoy the idea of being dressed while she isn’t because there’s something about the power imbalance that turns me on. She’s completely at my mercy this way. I hold my cock in my hand and feel it throbbing angrily. If I fuck her now, like this, from behind, I won’t last three thrusts. I need to draw this out.
“Tell me again,” I order her, my tone brooking no protest. And Carrie knows exactly what I’m asking for.
“My pussy’s yours,” comes her muffled voice, mewling, gasping and completely subservient. Immediately, I’m down on my knees, my tongue in between her folds, tasting that sweet cream. She writhes on the bed, arching her back, bumping her ass up and down with each lick. It drives me crazy, and my hard cock stands up so tight that it’s pressed against my stomach. As I lick her clit sensuously, I place a fingertip against her ass and slowly push it in, enjoying the tight, dry warmth. A momentary intake of breath indicates she’s never experienced that before.
“Conor,” she gasps. “What are you doing?”
“Do you want me to stop?” I say, licking her clit faster now while fingering her ass. A moment of silence as I continue, but it’s clear she loves it as that big bottom clenches around my digit.
“No… no… don’t stop, don’t stop!” she cries, and her juices run down my chin as I continue, faster and faster, until she’s trembling.