Page 49 of Fate

“There it is. Squeeze my dick. Fuck, it’s so good.” He whips my blouse over my head and my loose skirt follows it. Then he wraps me up with his strong embrace so that I’m hung up on his cock, my feet leaving the floor and my fingers just barely resting atop the back of the couch. His arms are around my waist and chest as he nuzzles my neck, breathing against it in harsh pants and gusts of air like he’s run a marathon. I can’t breathe or think. I can only feel. Feel his cock split me open wide, the root stretching the lips of my sex to the maximum point where the tiny burn adds to the overwhelming fullness.

The orgasm continues to wash over me, shaking me to my core until he rests me back on my feet, bends me completely over, pulls almost all the way out, and then slams home. A supernova explodes, ratcheting my pleasure to an entirely new plane of existence.

Carson burrows his hand between my chest and the couch, where he wraps his open hand around my neck, forcing me to stretch my neck out to his possessive embrace. His face is planted against my sweaty back, where he places a few tender kisses. “Gonna take you so hard you’ll never ever think there’s a possibly of getting over us,” he promises before wrapping his other hand around my hip, pulling back, and ramminghome.

He moves at a punishing rate of jabbing thrusts and succulent withdrawals. I’m in an effervescent sex haze as he contorts my body this way and that, ensuring maximum penetration.

The sex is raw, life-affirming, and messy as hell. I can feel drops of his sweat fall onto the small of my back as he fucks me harder than he ever has. I’m so lost in the ramming pleasure I don’t even question it when he lifts my thigh up on the couch back so he can plow deeper. It’s only when I swear he fucks my soul that I realize I’m crying, tears falling to my bare breasts. I’m stripped physically, emotionally…in every way possible. He’s touching me everywhere, all the places that are his, or were his before, and are now his again.

The wet sounds of the plunge and pull of his sex seeps into the air around us, a delectable carnal melody. Carson ruts deep, making animalistic sounds, his pace becoming frantic and disorganized. Just the thought of him losing himself in me causes my clit to throb for attention. I run one hand down the front of my body and find the slippery nub, swirling it to the beat of each thrust.

“You’re so beautiful, Kathleen.” He runs a hand up my scarred ribcage, over my breast, and down my shoulder and along the abraded tissues of my arm. The tears fall in rivulets, as unstoppable as this life-changing moment. “I’m going to make you see this body the way I do. Beautiful. Sexy. And the only one I want to touch for the rest of mylife.”

The tears turn into pleasured sobs as he tilts his hips, hits the spot inside that defies all reason, and holds there, a battle cry of his own shooting from his lungs. The wide crown of his cock burrows deep inside, sending me into another tailspin of euphoria. He digs his fingers into my flesh as I scratch his thighs, forearms, and whatever I can reach as wave after wave of heaven batters us both into jerking, gut-wrenching rapture.

Eventually Carson slumps over my back, loosening his grip on my breast and thigh and kissing my sweat-dampened skin with soft, lazy presses of lips to flesh wherever he can reach.

“Together”—he lets out a long breath—“together, we’ve always been able to obliterate our surroundings and get lost in one another. Relieved to see that part of us hasn’t changed.”

I lick my dry lips and smack my chops. “Yeah, huh,” is all I can muster, my brain so scrambled by what felt like two never-ending orgasms. Even my limbs feel like jelly. It’s like my body has been hibernating for two years and has just returned from frolicking out in the sun after such a long respite.

Carson chuckles against my back and then slowly moves back. A combination of both our fluids starts to leak down myleg.

“Jesus fucking hell, that’shot.”

I sigh and lift from my position hanging over the couch. “No, it’s gross.”

“Gross hot,” he confirms.

“That’s not a thing.” I sashay as best I can down the hall to my en suite bathroom.

“It is a thing. It’s a guy thing.” He follows close behind.

“How are sex fluids a guy thing?” I flick the shower on and step into the tiled space. Carson removes his jeans, underwear, socks, and shoes. Damn, he looks like a golden god against the white tiles. I hum when I step in, and the water hits my chest and face before his heat hits my back. How did I go so long without this body pressed up against me in a shower? It feels like sacrilegenow.

“You just said it.” Both arms come around to embrace me from behind in a sensual hug. “Sex fluids. Ask any guy. The words sex and fluids in any conversation grabs their interest.”

I push my wet hair back, ensuring it slicks against my scalp. “But how is it a hot thing?”

“Uh, sex and fluids. I’m not quite sure why this is a hard concept for you to grasp.” His hands run up my sides and cup my breasts, and his hardening dick presses against my ass oncemore.

“Speaking of hard things to grasp?” I raise an eyebrow, lean back so he can kiss me, and insert my hand between our bodies where I can get a good handle on the pressing situation. “How can you be ready again? I mean, we just finished two secondsago.”

“Twenty seconds.” He sucks the skin of my neck as I tug on his cock, wrapping my hand more firmly aroundit.

“Twenty seconds, then.” I spin around and press his body against the tile wall. “That’s still a fast recovery.”

He grins and cups my head and my ass. “Sweetcheeks, I’ve been without you for too long. My dick even feels it.” He pushes my body back a little so he can watch me jack him. “See, he’s even weeping foryou.”

I laugh and lean into his chest. “So cheesy!”

He chuckles, which quickly turns into a moan as he relaxes against the tile. “Shit, Kat. I’d give just about anything to have your lips wrapped around my cock right now.” That’s one of the things I’ve always loved about Carson. He never shied away from asking for what he wanted, whether it was his preference for dinner out, a movie, or what he needed in bed. I never had to guess withhim.

“Really? Anything?”

He grins, probably remembering the game we used to play for sexual favors.

He bites down on his plush bottom lip, and I kiss it away, sucking it into my mouth, mimicking what I could be doing to his cock right now. “Anything?” I askhim.

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