Page 48 of Fate

Then all thoughts are obliterated when his plush lips descend, and I’m gone. Lost to the hurricane of want swirling within me. He takes my mouth with his, and I taste the deep-red wine we had with dinner and a rich essence unique to Carson. I grip the back of his hair and pull him toward me, slanting my head and forcing him to take me deeper. More. Just more. His tongue is tireless, tasting me everywhere. I’m just as greedy, sucking and licking with equal fervor. When he pulls away in a burst of air, he delves his head into the curve where my neck and shoulder meet. He runs his tongue up the entire column. Chills rush over my skin, and I squeeze my legs together, moaning at the pleasure the simple act affords.

“I’ll never be over you, Kathleen. Not in a million years. Now it’s time I prove it.” He bites the tender skin of myneck.

I cry out, a mix of pleasure and pain I’ve missed for far toolong.

In one swift movement, Carson has my legs up and around his waist. He takes the handful of steps needed to reach the couch and sits me on the back. I dig my heels into his ass, pushing his erection more firmly where I want itmost.

He groans and palms my thighs, moving his hands over my waist and up to my breasts for a healthy groping. “Fuck, I’ve missed these.” He squeezes them together through my shirt until the bulk of them spill out the deep scoop of my blouse. He fingers the buttons down the front, opening just enough to access the front clasp of my lingerie. Within a second, he’s got my bra open, a tit in his mouth, and is thumbing the other perfectly. I sigh and hold on, allowing every nibble, lick, and suck to send me further into orbit.

I work myself into a tizzy, grinding my clit back and forth against his jeans. The friction is perfect through the thin material of my gauzy skirt.

“You think you’re gonna dry hump yourself into orgasm, pretty girl? You’ve got another think coming,” he growls before biting down on a slippery erecttip.

I mewl and move my hips in a delicious circle. “Please…” I beg. He loves it when I beg, and I have zero shame when it comes to achieving orgasm. Hell, I’ll beg all night long if it means a handful of orgasms under mybelt.

He wraps both hands around my ass, firming up our connection, moves his hips in a grinding, teasing motion, and then chuckles against my neck as I shake.

“Begging already, Kat? Oh, you know how much I like that. You’re going to be rewarded.” He plants small, piercing bites down my neck, each one feeling like a slap to my clit before he gets to the space between my breasts, where he sucks hard against a fleshy globe. He continues this blessed suction until he pulls away, smirking and looking very satisfied with himself.

I glance down and notice the strawberry-colored mark on my left breast. Before I can chastise him for marking me, he yanks me off the back of the couch, turns me around, and bends me over it. In what feels like no time at all, he’s got my skirt up to my waist, my panties down around my ankles, and my ass cheeks in his hands.

“Jesus Christ, still the best fucking ass I’ve ever had the pleasure of touching.” He runs both palms from top to bottom, where he squeezes the curve, digging his fingers in roughly. “I can’t wait to fuck you here again, but not tonight.”

While I step out of the panties, he pushes up my shirt and licks a trail from my tailbone up the small of my back. He may be able to see the scars from here but not too much. Not enough for me to stop what’s he doing.

The sounds of him removing his shirt, fussing with his pants, and pulling down his zipper are almost as loud as the excited bursts of air leaving my lungs.

“Not going to wait. Gonna take you right here while looking at these awesome sweetcheeks!” He runs his hands down my ass again before tapping my ankle with his foot, forcing me to widen my stance.

Without warning, he cups my sex possessively, four of his fingers playing in the wetness he finds. “Always soaked for me. Do you think anyone else can get you this hot?” he murmurs in awe against myback.

I shake my head furiously. “No. No. Onlyyou.”

“Only me. And that’s how it’s going to stay, isn’t it, Sweetcheeks? My pussy to touch, kiss, lick, and fuck. Isn’t that right?”

His words are like kerosene on a fire. Lighting me up in a blaze of desire. “Please…” Iurge.

“Back to the begging. Fuck yeah.” He inserts two fingers deep into myslit.

The initial thrust of being filled by anything other than my battery-operated boyfriend is mind-numbingly good. My sex clenches automatically, wetness coating my outer lips with arousal. “Oh! God…” I let out the breath of air I’d been holding while shamelessly bucking into his touch. “Yes!”

“That’s it, Kat. Ride my hand, pretty girl. Show me how much you like me touchingyou.”

Greedy for more, I push back into his hand, bracing on the couch so I can maneuver to fit how I need him, tipping my hips up and back in a motion that will get me off fast. He plays me like an expert pianist, tickling and hammering my insides, making me moan and cry out in sheer ecstasy. It’s always, always been this phenomenal between us. Mouthwateringly good each and everytime.

Carson hums in the back of his throat and presses his dick against the crease of my ass. He’s hard, thick, and weeping at the tip. I push back, wanting to jerk him and rub against his flesh. Touch him wherever Ican.

He digs his fingers deep, powering in and out of me like he has something to prove. Whatever it is, I’m on board. With each plunge of his fingers, I push back harder. He’s as deep as he can get with his hand, which makes me ache for his longcock.

“More…” I plead.

“You’re gonna get more. So much more. But not until I say,” he warns before the stinging smack of his hand brands my ass. Before I can truly register the pain, he spanks the other cheek and then the first again, alternating back and forth a few times. “Fuck this ass! Turning so pink. Marked by my hand.” He crushes his dick into the crevice of my ass and dips those fingers high within me. The simmering heat around where he spanks me only adds to the ecstasy I’m going to feel when I finallysoar.

I cry out when he spanks each cheek one more time, the burning skin of my ass and the warring orgasm coalescing into one another. Shivers erupt along my skin, and my blood rushes scalding hot through my veins. “Yes, oh yes. I’m going to come.” I gasp once, the only warning that my world is imploding.

Just as the first tightening of my orgasm starts, he pulls his fingers out. I scream at the loss, needing him with every ounce of my being, ready to fight, beg, barter, and steal to have it back. But Carson is right there, and I didn’t have to fear, because in a flash I’m jammed full of thick, hard, pulsingcock.

My mouth opens but no sound comes out, my pussy spasming around his length in vise-like pulses.

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