“Of course not.” His lips skimmed hers. “What hurts is not having my cock inside you.”
“Carter!”
“Ah, come on, you’re with me now. Get used to me saying it how it is.” He kissed her cheek, then down to her neck. His bristles scratching her flesh.
Delicious tingles went over her skin and swept up to her scalp and down her spine. She trembled in his arms. It was where she’d wanted to be all week.
“I’m going to give it to you so good,” he murmured as he pulled up her short dress, exposing her panties. “Show you how much I missed you.”
She fluttered her eyes closed and tipped her head back, extending her neck.
He kissed to the hollow of her throat, then pulled back and slid her dress over her head. “It’s damn convenient that you never wear a bra,” he said, desire graveling his voice.
Her nipples were hard, and her small breasts heavy with need—the need for him to touch her there a frantic craving.
“You’re the only treatment I need,” he said and sat on the sofa, pulling her with him. “Though it is becoming urgent.”
She straddled him, her panties pressing up against his hard groin and her breasts jutting forward. “So we should do this stat, right?” She reached for his belt buckle—thick chrome with a snake design—and released it. Her knuckles brushed the big wedge of flesh pressing at his leathers.
He groaned and cupped her breasts, covering them with his wide hands. “You do know what you’re releasing, right?”
“A hungry beast.” She grinned and pulled down his zipper.
“A fucking ravenous beast.” He caught her mouth again.
Their kiss was wild, and her small white lace thong dampened. But then it was gone, snapped off in one sharp flick of his wrist.
“I need to be inside you.” He growled, shoving at his leathers and freeing his cock. “Now.”
She caught it in her hand, hot and solid. A thick vein ran from the base to the tip.
He groaned “Feel how hard you make me?”
“Yes.”
“So sit on me. Sit on my cock.” He circled her waist and tugged her so her pussy was hovering over his glans.
She clasped his shoulders and stared at his battered face, still so handsome and awash with lust.
“Lower,” he said, encouraging her to sit.
His thick cocktip stretched her taut entrance as she took the first inch. She was so hot and slippery, and the desire for more so intense, she kept on taking him.
He closed his eyes and let his head fall back. “Ah, yeah … your sweet pussy is the best, Leah.”
She bit on her bottom lip and forced herself past a nip of pain as his thick shaft stretched her. Then she found herself sitting flush on his thighs and his cock buried deep. “Oh, God, yes,” she moaned.
For a moment, they were still, relishing their connection. Then he stared straight at her and pushed his hips upward, filling her even deeper.
“Carter.” She gasped.
“Take what you need,” he said. “All of it. Ride me.”
Leah didn’t need telling twice. She gyrated her hips and ground against him. Her clit came into contact with the hair covering his hard pelvis bone, and she whimpered with need.
“Yeah, that’s it.” He encouraged her to repeat the action. “Let me see wild Leah again.”
She felt wanton. She felt feral and primitive and utterly feminine. Her orgasm was hers to claim. He’d given her control, and by the rapt look on his face, he was going to enjoy every minute of it. “Oh, God, yes, that’s it… I’m … fuck. So good. Carter.”