Page 19 of Dirty Rumors

“That’s it. Fuck, I can feel you getting wet for me and it’s so sexy.”

No one’s ever called me sexy before, and certainly not with such desperate, rough hunger in their voice. My legs splay open as I grip the back of his shoulders, my breasts rubbing against his hard chest.

“You’re so tight,” he growls. “I’ll try really hard to be gentle.”

He kisses me again, this time with less hunger and more seduction. His tongue explores my mouth slowly while his thickness pushes inside. It feels like my entire body is connected to that one point of contact, my pulse beating in time to our movement together. My hips tilt up to help him on their own accord, urging him on even as he tries to go slowly.

His hips shift and his long, thick shaft moves deep, the pressure stretching me wide open. It feels so perfect that my eyes fall closed for a brief moment, unable to take in any sensations beyond the deep, sensual pleasure inside me.

Too much?” His voice is a rasp, and I open my eyes to see every muscle in his body is locked up hard, as if he’s fighting the urge to move faster.

“More,” I whisper. “Please. I want all of you.”

His adorable grin contrasts perfectly with his almost savage frame. “That’s my girl.”

As I open up completely for him, I can feel as much as hear his deep rumbling groan as his massive cock bottoms out inside me. Every long, slow stroke feels like it’s dragging through some sort of electrical field, creating sparks of static all along the way.

“Sexy. So fucking sexy.” His uneven growl causes pressure to twist deep in my lower belly. The tension is building already and I’m unable to stop it. I almost passed out when he made me come up on the dresser. What’s it going to feel like when it happens with him inside me?

He raises up on his arms, almost like the top of a push-up, so he can watch my body meeting his with every firm thrust. Then he leans back, bending my knees up so that he can stare at the way his huge erection is disappearing inside me.

“Wow,” I manage to murmur. “Big man, you reallyarebig.”

“I can feel how much you like it.” His left hand shifts to grab my breast firmly, just hard enough to be abittoo much. I love it. He’s already an expert at overwhelming me, at making me feel so much more than I ever thought possible.

The bed is creaking from the force of his movements and I can’t stop moaning, my hands flailing as I grip first his legs, then the blanket, then his arm. He reaches down and places his thumb lightly on the surface of my clit. He doesn’t move it, letting the rocking motion of our bodies do all the work.

The pleasure is mind blowing.

There are no words, no possible way to describe the massive explosion being held back for just a few more seconds…and thenit hits, and I’m consumed by heat and release and the incredible feeling of Carson’s massive shaft thrusting much harder.

“That’s it, kitten.” The growl comes from beside my ear as I realize with a start his body is back over mine. He grinds hard and deep, his breath a throaty grunt as he pounds into me.

Just as my brain is trying to formulate a terrible joke about a mechanic using his shaft like a piston, I feel his cock thicken and his arms tighten, grinding directly against my clit even harder than he did with his thumb, and I writhe frantically as another climax washes over me, just as I feel his hot release burst inside me.

“My kitten,” he chokes. “My sweet Nikki.”

He collapses over me, catching his breath. Seeing this huge, confident, older man being reduced to his animal self when he’s with me does something to the back of my mind. Opens it, like a key finally fitting in the right lock.

He’s a good guy. He could bemyguy.

I’ve heard rumors that men just roll over and pass out as soon as they finish having sex. Not Carson. He grabs a washcloth from the bathroom and cleans gently between my legs. Then he goes to grab my purse that I dropped in the front hallway and offers it to me. “I’d love you to stay over. But you should maybe tell your roommates so they know you’re okay.”

Wow, I’ve never had to send a text like this before. I can’t hold back the giggle as I tap away.

Hey. I won’t be home tonight, so don’t worry about me ??

Jocelyn: LOL! Between you and Harper, I’ll soon have this whole house to myself!

We’ll see.

Carson pulls out a new cable to charge my phone for me overnight. Did he buy this just for my phone, since it's a different brand? Once again, I’m overwhelmed at being cared for like this. It’s wild, and I love it.

I curl up in his arms, and he falls asleep almost immediately. After a few minutes, I nod off too, then wake up some time later realizing that I’m thirsty. I slowly pull myself out from his embrace. Throwing his t-shirt on as a nightgown, I tiptoe into the kitchen for a glass of water.

Standing in the blue light of the stove clock, my gaze falls on the drawer in the kitchen island. A long piece of tape is sticking out, fluttering in the breeze of the air vent below. I can’t help my organized self. I open the drawer to tuck the tape back inside.

The entire drawer is filled with mailing supplies. Tape, twine, boxes, a small scale, and an open envelope full of mailing labels.

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