Page 22 of Too Sweet

He’s also surprisingly noisy. Carter is all sighs and growls, his noises filling my ears with the sounds of a man who wants so much more.

What did I say about communicating our needs? Boy, once I opened that door he really went for it.

He pulls me onto his lap and has me straddle him while we kiss.

He lets out a groan of pleasure, clearly happy to be able to touch me anywhere he wants, in any way he wants now.

To my amusement, his hands both go to my ass, each taking a handful of the chubby cheeks he finds there.

“That ass. My god,” he groans into my mouth.

The kissing heats up, with his mouth traveling down my throat. I lean my head back and let him kiss me all over—my throat, my chest, over the swells of my breasts, visible above the neckline of my dress.

With his firm hand on the back of my neck, his mouth finds me again, this time with more need, more hunger. His tongue prods my mouth open wider and I accept it eagerly.

Carter’s warm tongue slides deliciously against mine. He tastes like chocolate and mint and feels like heaven.

His grip on my ass guides me down so that my body is flush with his. I match his energy; I want this so bad but I can’t sit still. I grind against his middle.

“Damn,” he grunts. “You feel good, sweetheart.”

I gasp when his hard length presses against my core, shivering at how big it is.

“You know what would feel even better, don’t you?”

Breathless, he waits a beat. “You mean letting me fuck you, right? I hope you mean that.”

I let out a small laugh and kiss him again. “Yes, Carter. It means I want to fuck.”

With a groan, he pulls me off his lap and lays me down on the ottoman.

I help him hike my dress up around my waist, but he doesn’t need my help.

Carter splays me open, hiking one thigh around his hips. While he unzips and pulls himself free of his underwear, I hastily situate my other leg on the edge of the nearby sofa. He’s so big between my legs.

Carter notches his damp tip at my center, where I guide him into my entrance.

It takes him a try or two, and finally, I reach down to part my pussy lips and guide him into me.

My body resists his size initially, and I have to force my muscles to relax.

He waits me out patiently, kissing me through it. His perfect mouth and teasing tongue make my pussy slick and ready.

I open up wider to him and he slides in a little deeper. Soon, I’m taking all of him in.

“Oh god, Carter. You’re so big!”

“That’s my girl,” he says.

His girl. My body and my mind are at odds with each other. I’m not his girl. We just met. We’re just messing around.

It’s been a while since I had someone dick me down on a whim, so I just go with it. He likes dirty talk, and it’s super hot. I remind myself that it’s perfectly normal to say possessive sentiments during sex, because it just makes everything better.

But then, Carter takes it to a whole other level. As he slides in and pulls out, a hint of a smile pulls at his lip. He looks deliciously evil.

“You look so pretty when I’m fucking you, sweetheart. So pretty and perfect and mine.”

I can barely breathe let alone speak.

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