Page 63 of Cabin Fever

I could always tell what guys liked and did my best to make them happy in bed, but Carter was impossible to read.

What was he going to say? Tell me to leave? That he was done with my sass. Maybe this was what he liked—leaving me wanting more.

My answer came, not in words, but a kiss. His lips crashed to mine and when I opened for him, he made quick work with his tongue. He tasted of me.

It was as if he was showing me what he planned to do to my body. And if that was what this kiss meant, then I could hardly wait for the good stuff.

Carter pulled away and I reached up, touching my swollen lips. His chest heaved and he crooked the corner of his mouth. "Turn over and get on your knees."

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Carter

OLIVIA BIT HER RED, swollen lip and stared up at me. I told myself not to read too much into it. She had two orgasms and was most likely still feeling the effects. Lust was a powerful drug and the only thing turning her into my epic fantasy.

No woman wanted what I had to give long-term or even short-term. I was just a farmer in a small cabin with distinct sexual tastes. I wasn't ashamed of who I was, but I was wise enough to understand that most women preferred a tamer version of someone like me.

As Olivia turned and did as I asked, exposing her beautifully rounded backside to me, I vowed to enjoy everything she gave me for as long as she wanted.

I flattened my hand over her butt cheek, giving it a good squeeze. She bucked back, causing my dick to twitch. I loved how sensitive she was to my touch. Anything I did, no matter how rough or soft, she would melt in my hand.

Licking my lips, I could still taste her. Olivia was like spicy honey, and I would love to wake up every morning licking her up.

It was frustrating with my one arm being out of service. There was so much I couldn't do. I wanted to lay her down, climb on top, and have my way with her. But then I'd have to use my good arm to prop me up. How could I make sure she was fully satisfied if only my dick was working on her? Olivia obviously loved to have her nipples played with, and I wanted to test more on her, which would be impossible to do if I climbed on top of her. My needs were secondary. When I was done, I wanted her never to have a reason to leave my bed.

As much as I loved watching her backside twitch against my touch, I'd rather see her breathtaking face.

I pinched her flesh to see how she would react. Olivia rutted back again, wanting more. It was time to give this dazzling woman what she craved.

Lining the tip of my dick to her soaking lips, I pushed. I was gentle at first, but the more she moaned, the more I picked up my rhythm until I was fully inside her.

"You're so tight. Am I hurting you?"

I needed to control things and push the limits, but the last thing I wanted to do was hurt Olivia.

"No. Please, don't stop."

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