“It’s … it’s been a while for me.”
“How long is a while?”
“I don’t know, a year, longer.”
His mouth slackened a little. “Fuck. You just get better and better.” He was kissing her again, his right hand covering her breast and squeezing, and his tongue tangling with hers.
He urged her flat on the counter and lay over her. His groin connected with her pussy through their clothing.
She moaned and reached for his zipper, but he was already there, freeing himself.
And then her panties were gone, torn from her in a frantic rip.
He slid one hand through the hollow of her back and clamped her close. His hot, wide cocktip found her entrance.
Leah was dizzy with desire, high on excitement, and delirious with anticipation. Had she ever wanted to fuck so desperately?
He cupped her jaw and stared into her eyes. His were brimming with fiery determination. Nothing was going to stop him. She knew that in the very core of her soul.
She didn’t want him to stop.
He pushed his big cock into her—a hard, raw entry that went right to her depths.
She cried out. The dense filling combined with a stitch of discomfort was perfectly erotic.
“Fuck, you’re as tight as a virgin,” he murmured. “Give me strength.”
She didn’t think he needed any more strength. He was so powerful and dominant lying over her.
He pulled back a fraction then rode in again, this time grinding over her clitoris.
She caught her breath. “Yes. Yes. More.” Locking her ankles around his back, she clung to his shoulders and hung on tight.
“Don’t worry. I’ve only just … started.” He thrust into her then pulled out. Repeated the action. “There’s plenty more.” He set up a pounding, earnest rhythm.
She was so wet, her arousal easing his way. What she needed was everything Carter Harris could give her.
He shoved at her dress, pushing it past her breasts then slipping it over her face. It landed on the floor.
She arched her back and he dipped his head, taking her right nipple into his mouth as he continued to fuck her.
Raking her fingers into his hair, she closed her eyes, lost to sensation. With each pound of his hips, he drew her closer to orgasm. The pressure was growing. Building up so fast.
He switched to her other breast. He wasn’t overly gentle when he caught her nipple between his teeth.
“Oh! Please…”
He raised his head. “Come. Come with me, Leah.”
“Yes. Yes.”
“You’re so wet and sweet, and you’re gripping my dick so tight.” He spoke against her lips. “I’m struggling to hold off.”
“I’m going to…” She moaned. Just a little bit more and she’d come so hard.
He straightened and stared down at his cock pounding in and out of her pussy. Gripping her around the waist, his hands almost spanning it, he upped the speed, pulling her onto him as he tunneled balls deep on each thrust.
Her breaths huffed from her chest. From this angle, he was hitting such a delicious spot deep inside her pussy.