“Jesus…”
I blink open my eyes at the tone in Carrick’s voice. His eyes are on me and filled with what I think is awe.
“What?” I whisper shyly. Was I too loud? I’ve been known to be quite vocal at times.
“Nothing.” He shakes his head, blinking rapidly. “You just…I’ve never…felt anything like that before.”
I suddenly have this feeling like someone is standing on my chest.
I place my hand over the ache.
Leaning in, he kisses me again, deeply, his tongue tangling with mine.
The next thing I know, he’s breaking away from my lips, and I’m moving, being lifted up. Carrick sits back on his haunches, bringing me with him to sit in his lap, with my back against his chest and my legs on either side of his.
And he does all of that while keeping his cock inside me. The man is a goddamn magician.
“Ride me,” he groans in my ear as his hands slide up to cup my breasts. He starts to tease my nipples, gently tugging on them.
My head falls back, desire flooding me. Gripping his arms for support, I rise up on my knees, feeling his cock easily glide out of me, and then I slam back down on him.
“Fuck. Yeah, just like that,” he growls, his grip on my breasts increasing.
Feeling empowered at how I’m making him feel, I start to ride him like I’m a goddamn porn star. Okay, maybe porn star is pushing it, but I’m doing a damn fine job, if I do say so myself, and Carrick seems like he’s enjoying it from the words of heated praise he keeps groaning in my ear.
His hand slips between my legs, his fingers touching my clit again, but I’m still overly sensitive from my epic orgasm only minutes ago.
I press my hand to his, stopping him. “Carrick, no, I can’t again—”
“Hush,” he admonishes. “You can, and you will. I want to feel you come again.”
He sounds so fucking hot when he’s being dominant that I don’t even argue. I just remove my hand from his and let him work his magic.
And wouldn’t you know it? In record time, I’m right back there, climbing the precipice to heaven.
“Carrick…” I whimper. I need to press my legs together to somehow relieve the pressure yet part them and never have him stop.
Without warning, I’m lifted off him and flipped onto my back. Then, Carrick’s head is between my legs, and his mouth is on me.
“Oh my God!” I cry out, my hands gripping his head.
He pushes his tongue where his cock was only moments ago. Then, he’s sucking on my clit and wrenching my second orgasm of the night from me in seconds, leaving me yelling his name and my body dropping lax into the bed.
He climbs up my body, hands on the bed, and he hovers over me.
I stare up at him in wonderment.
His lips are glistening with me, his eyes dark, the skin on his face taut. He looks like a man holding on to the edge of control, which is fast slipping away. He runs his tongue over his lower lip, tasting me. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
I raise my hips to his, letting him know what I want—him back inside me. Honestly, I never want him to leave.
Gripping my hip, he pushes that amazing cock of his in, shoving right up to the hilt. His hand moves from my hip to cup my behind, angling me up, so he can slide deeper.
I watch him with fascination as he fucks me, revealing in how truly beautiful he is, even more so as he reaches that moment where all sense is gone, and the only thing that matters now is reaching orgasm. Pure animalistic fucking.
“Fuck! Andressa…” he says, drawing out my name, his body shuddering. The veins in his neck are straining, his eyes closing as if it’s all too much, while he rides out his orgasm inside me.
When he’s finished, his head drops to my shoulder, panting. We’re both sticky with sweat, desperately trying to catch our breaths.
Oh my God, I just had sex with Carrick! Hot, sweaty sex…and it was amazing!
Lifting his head from my shoulder, he cradles my face in his hands and kisses me. “I’m just gonna go clean up,” he murmurs.
I give a gentle nod, and then he’s slipping out of me, leaving me feeling oddly empty.
I watch as he walks to the bathroom, loving the sight of his tight arse, and I’m surprised to see that Carrick has a tattoo on his back. A really large tattoo of what looks to be a fallen angel.
Maybe that’s what he is—my fallen angel.
No! Stop thinking like that. Carrick isn’t your anything, and he never will be.
Once the bathroom door has closed, I cover my face with my hands and let out a muted squeal.
Holy shit! I just had amazing sex with Carrick, like porn star sex—only better!
Okay, deep breaths…calm. He’ll be back in a minute.