Page 73 of Expose on the Ice

I pull back slightly, then take him in again, hollowing my cheeks and sucking hard. Each time I push myself to take him deeper, past the point of comfort, driven by the raw hunger in his eyes and the way his cock pulses in my mouth.

When he hits the back of my throat, I struggle momentarily, fighting the gag reflex, then relax and take him deeper. He’s bigger than anyone I’ve had before, and I want to go deeper – give more – than I ever have before.

The sensation of him filling my throat makes my eyes water, but the sounds of his desperate noises, the way he writhes beneath me, spurs me on. I move faster, my hand working in tandem with my mouth, slick and wet with my spit.

His hips thrust up in rhythm with my movements, meeting me halfway, and I know he’s lost in the pleasure I’m giving him, relying on me to bring him to his destination. Every moan, every gasped curse drives me to push my limits even further.

I resist the urge to let him finish in my mouth, right then and there, even though I want to give him that. Pulling back until just the tip of his cock remains between my lips, I smile up at him, and he tries to free himself, the muscles in his arms straining against the belt securing his wrists.

“You’re going to pay for this,” Carter growls, voice rough and thick with desire. That promise only makes me smirk.

I smile wider, climbing his body. The anticipation in his eyes makes my heart race as I position myself over his throbbing erection. I tease him for just a moment longer, grinding my slick folds against the length of his cock.

“See if you can make this shot count, Knox…” I say.

He groans, his hips bucking upward, as I lower myself onto his cock, gasping as he stretches me to the very limits. Inch byinch, I take him in, savoring the way he feels against my inner walls.

I start to ride him, setting a hard, fast rhythm. Each downward thrust of my hips brings a gasp from us both, the sensation intoxicating and all-consuming.

His helplessness, strapped to the bedpost, only heightens the experience. The power fully within me now, knowing I can control the pace, making him feel pleasurable torment.

I lean back, changing the angle and drawing out louder, more desperate groans from him. Each thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure through both of us, his cock buried deep inside me.

“Harder,” he demands, his voice husky with need. I comply, slamming down onto him with renewed vigor. Every brutal thrust has me crying out, the relentless pleasure building to impossible heights.

Carter’s eyes burn into me, his muscles straining with every attempt to break free of his restraints. I reach down, my clit tingling under my fingers, sending sparks of pleasure through my body with each stroke.

He watches me pleasure myself, the intensity of the moment pushing him closer to the edge. My fingers work in tandem with the ruthless pace, my body riding the precipice of another orgasm.

It rips through me with unparalleled force, my inner walls convulsing around his cock. I throw my head back, losing myself in the sheer ecstasy of climax.

The sensation of my orgasm must push him over the edge. Without warning, the belt securing his hands snaps with a loud crack, sending leather fragments scattering.

My gasp of shock and delight barely registers before Carter’s firm hands grip my hips and, with a swift, possessive movement, flips me off him and onto my stomach.

The abruptness leaves me momentarily breathless, my pulse racing in anticipation. The cool sheets caress my heated skin, a sharp contrast to the furnace of desire burning within me.

Carter’s body looms over mine. His breath, hot and ragged, fans across the back of my neck, and I can’t help but arch my back slightly, exposing myself to him.

His reply is a low growl, primal and fierce. I feel his fingers trace down my spine, slow and deliberate, making every nerve ending in my body flare with anticipation.

The combination of hunger and tenderness in his touch sends shivers down my spine. When his hand reaches my ass, he cups it possessively, squeezing just hard enough to make me whimper.

With a firm, slow push, he enters me again, filling me completely. The stretch, even after our earlier intimacy, is deliciously intense. He starts moving with a rhythm that’s at once passionate and possessive.

Each powerful thrust makes me press harder against the bed, his cock hitting deeper with every stroke. My moans fill the room, mixing with his grunts of pleasure.

As he moves within me, his hand slips between my legs, finding my clit with practiced ease. The touch adds another layer of ecstasy to the sensation of him claiming me from behind.

His rhythm intensifies, and the bed creaks beneath us. Carter’s deep, gasping breaths near my ear fuel my pleasure, the sounds of his enjoyment blending perfectly with my panting moans.

“Look at me,” he rasps, his voice strained with exertion.

I twist my head around to glance back at him, barely able to see through the haze of pleasure. His face is a beautiful mixture of desire and something deeper. The eye contact is a silent agreement that this is more than just physical, regardless of what’s going to happen once we’re out of this room.

His thrusts grow more powerful. I feel myself teetering on the edge again, the waves of my impending orgasm crashing towards me uncontrollably. His fingers work my clit furiously, bringing me to an undeniable crescendo.

My orgasm hits with a shattering force. My inner walls clamp down around Carter’s cock, the sensation rippling through me in waves of ecstasy. I scream, my vision going white and every muscle in my body spasming.

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