Page 12 of His Baby Her Gift

He outlined the seam of her lips with his tongue prodding her mouth to open. It didn’t take much. Harlem was ready to give Carter any and everything.

The moment her lips parted, he slipped inside. She pressed her body into his. Harlem couldn’t seem to get close enough.

She was aching with need.

Carter lifted Harlem from her seat and sat her directly on his cock. He was so hard it was almost painful. Harlem rolled her hips forward and then back, over and over again. With each movement, it caused the horn to his car to go off. On a forward stroke, Carter thrust hard into the soft space between her thighs.

She tore her mouth away from his and gasped out in pleasure, “Aaahh.”

The barrier of their clothes prevented him from entering paradise. Carter had to get her inside the house.

Harlem needed more, and she began to squirm uncontrollably.

Carter figured he had about five point three seconds worth of restraint left. Otherwise, he would take Harlem right where they were, sitting on the driver’s side of his car.

Harlem wasn’t sure how he did it, but Carter managed to maneuver them out of the car without breaking their rhythm.

He spoke into her lips. “Hold on, baby, you keep moving like that, and we won’t make it inside.”

She spoke through their kisses. “I’m okay with that. I need you.”

If Harlem weren’t pregnant, Carter would have no problem making love to her on the hood of his car. He had to be careful. Carter carried her into the house, not stopping until he reached his bedroom.

Gently, Carter laid Harlem down in the center of his bed. Her eyes were filled with such desire, and it was like throwing gas on an already raging fire. Carter could only assume the look on his face mirrored hers.

Harlem bit her lower lip as she held his gaze. She removed her clothing and tossed them around the room.

Carter had already discarded his shirt. He had left it somewhere between the car and the bedroom. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his hips.

Harlem sucked in a breath. Carter was more than impressive. His cock jutted up above his belly button and toward the ceiling. She couldn’t wait to feel him thrusting in and out of her. Her body was already throbbing and clenching, waiting to be filled.

Harlem’s long legs parted slightly enough for Carter to see that she was swollen, glistening, and ready. “Damn, you’re sexy.”

Carter gripped her thighs and spread them open a little wider so that he could move in between them.

The second his steely length made contact was her soft folds, it was almost too much. It was pleasure overload.

Harlem was burning up and soaking wet. She couldn’t keep still.

Her softness and jerky movements were driving Carter wild. His hands slid down to the sides of her hips to try and steady her movements, but it only made him harder. His body was talking to hers on another level that they had yet to communicate verbally. He needed to bury himself deep, and every moment he was outside of her body made him that much more crazed.

Carter captured Harlem’s mouth in a searing kiss that was just as hungry as their bodies. With each passing moment, their kisses became more and more urgent as his tongue swirled around hers.

Carter gripped his cock and slid it between the creases of her pussy. First, up and then down. It was such sweet torture as he coated himself with her juices.

Carter was driving Harlem insane. He was touching nerve endings that might send her over the edge. Panting hard, Harlem was breathless as she pleaded with him to give himself to her. “Carter,please, I need you.”

“I need you too.” Carter nuzzled her neck with his nose and nipped at her neck with his teeth. His own breathing was uneven—hard. He whispered into her skin. “We need to slow this down. I want you so much, and I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No. Don’t slow down. You won’t hurt me.” Harlem thought she was going to explode. Her body felt like an inferno.

Her words gave him the greenlight. Carter intended to lick, kiss, and taste every inch of her. If Harlem didn’t already know it, he planned to own her body.

She lay beneath Carter, legs spread wide, rubbing her sex against him urging him on, but he was being stubborn. He wasn’t ready to give her the pleasure she sought . . . not just yet.

Harlem lifted her back from off the mattress. Thrusting her breasts into the air. Her nipples had pebbled into tight little buds, and Carter licked his lips in anticipation. “You’re perfect.” He bent low and pulled one into his mouth. He’d been dreaming about sucking her pretty brown nipples for far too long.

“Mmm . . .delicious.” The vibration of his voice as he moaned into her went straight to her center.

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