Page 29 of After All

“I need more.”

“More what?”

“Oh my God, Carter. You’re not going to hurt me.”

“You don’t know that,” I reply. There’s no way I’m going to be rough with her. No way I’ll just take her, no matter how badly I want to claim her in one hard thrust.

She grips my shoulders and pushes me back. I move immediately, making sure she has no reason to mistrust me. “What is it? Have you changed your mind?”

Shaking her head frantically, she says, “No! No, not at all. But I’m serious. You’re not going to hurt me.”

“You don’t know that, and I’m not chancing it.”

“Carter, I’ve been riding horses for nearly twenty years and running long distances and marathons since high school. The likelihood that I have anything to ‘tear’ is very low.”

Shocked into silence, I hover over her, staring down into her face. “You’re telling me that I won’t hurt you?”

She nods. “It’s very unlikely.”

“You’re telling me you want more.” I know it sounds more like a question than a reiteration of what she said, but I’m hanging on to a very tenuous thread of self-control. I need to be absolutely, positively sure.

“Carter, I don’t make it a habit to use profane language. Not because I think it’s bad or dirty, but because it’s just not a part of my vernacular. But I’m telling you, right now, that if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to lose?—”

I don’t even give her the chance to finish that statement before I cant my hips forward, thrusting my cock in to the hilt.

My arms give out, and I collapse on top of her for a split second.

Goddamn, this woman’s pussy is… I have no words.

“Holy fucking shit,” I moan against the pillow beside her head.

“You can absolutely say that again,” she says, laughing.

“Don’t move. Holy shit, don’t move. This will be over far quicker than I’d like if you don’t be still.”

She laughs again, and the contractions of her muscles squeeze her already strangle-tight pussy harder around my length.

“Fuck, Amelie.” If my orgasm has to happen before I want it to, I’m at least going to get a few strokes in before I embarrass myself.

Resting on my elbows, I pull out until only the tip remains and sink back in until our hips meet again. One more long, hard thrust, and then I rise to my knees and pull her thighs up to rest on mine.

“Hang on,” I say with a little less care than usual. The woman wrecks my gentlemanly nature. Her eyes widen slightly, and I grin down at her. I force myself to take a deep breath and start slower than I’d like, ramping up the tempo and intensity as I go, and I surprise myself with how I haven’t erupted inside of her yet.

I was right earlier. Her pussy is like a damn oven, and the heat and wet and the vise-like grip she has on my cock is a motherfucking dream.

“Damn it, damn it, god damn it, woman. You feel so fucking good.”

I look down at her, and she’s a sight I want emblazoned on the walls of my brain for all time. Her hands are in her hair, her eyes glassy and half-lidded, and her mouth — that slick, wet mouth that’s nearly as mind-melting as her pussy — hangs open, emitting some of the most ridiculously sexy sounds I’ve ever heard.

“Carter,” she moans as she fists her hands in the hair at her temples. “I think I’m gonna come again.”

Oh, fuck yes, I can hang on long enough to give this woman another orgasm. Especially one around my cock.

“Yes, cariña. Come for me. Please let me feel you around me.”

Pinching one nipple between my fingers and her clit with my other hand, I work her body into a frenzy. Thirty seconds later, the flutters of her walls ripple around my dick, and before I can say a word, she wraps a hand around my wrist and throws her head back, crying out as her pussy sucks and milks my cock like a fucking champ.

Completely out of control, I follow her right over the cliff before the orgasm barrels down my spine. It comes completely out of nowhere and rocks me so hard, I fall forward on her as I thrust one last time into her.

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