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“Ohhh!” I cry out, feeling my innermost muscles clench.

“Your pussy feels so good,” he grits out. He takes my hand and guides it down to my clit, rubbing it in gentle circles. “Do you know how much I’ve fantasized about this moment?”

I shake my head, biting my lip. “No…”

Carter’s voice is urgent. “I want you to come. Show me what a good girl you are. Make yourself come for me.”

His words send a shudder of pleasure down my spine. He lets go of my hand and grabs my hips, thrusting his cock into me again and again, as hard as he can. I call out, an insensible sound, as I start to touch myself.

The way he is fucking me now is rougher, coarser than before… but for some reason I like it more. A lot more. I close my eyes, rubbing my clit, feeling the brutal way he handles me, ramming into me over and over again.

An invisible spring tightens deep inside me with every thrust, feeding my craving. My fingers help me along, but it’s really Carter’s cock that makes little ripples of pleasure swell and burst across my body.

He’s touching some spot deep inside me, a spot that I seem to be able to angle my body just so to encourage him to hit over and over again.

“Yes,” I groan desperately. “Yes, right there… I…”

And then I’m calling out his name, screaming it, as I go over the edge, falling into a deep ocean of pleasure. He stiffens and growls, filling me with three single, brutal thrusts. I can feel him pulsing inside my pussy.

He slows at last, half-collapsing on the bed with me. He turns me over, kissing me tenderly.

I curl up against his chest, completely satisfied, and feel like a warm glove has been wrapped around my body.

It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

ChapterTwenty-Three

Carter

My eyes are open,but I’ve awoken to a dream.

Eve’s honey colored hair is splayed out across my chest as her head rests on my shoulder. She sleeps soundly, breathing deeply, rhythmically. My arms are wrapped around her so tightly, and I’m pretty sure I’ll never let go.

The thought of separating from her is so torturous, I find myself hoping she sleeps for a long time.

Making love to Eve was everything I’d imagined it would be and more. The smell of her, the sounds of her moaning, the taste of her skin, her sweet nectar, those eyes, flashing and fluttering under my touch.

It was enough to bring even me, the strongest man, to his knees.

Now that I had Eve, I was never going to let her go. Figuratively, of course.

My first step in ensuring that was to talk to the university administration tomorrow morning. But, in the meantime, it’s time I take Eve out on a proper date.

I lay there planning everything meticulously as she continues to sleep on my shoulder. The weight of her body is delicious and just having her this close wakes my body up. By the time she finally stirs, I’ve planned out our entire day and my cock is throbbing with desire for her.

She lets out a soft moan as her eyes flutter open.

A lazy smile spreads across her face and she’s never been more beautiful. Her tousled hair, her sleepy eyes, her beautiful smile, her naked body pressed up against me, so warm and soft and lit up with the morning light shining through her window.

God, it’s enough to make me crazy. I reach up and touch her cheek, kissing her gently.

“Good morning, princess,” I say.

“Good morning,” she says, with a hint of a blush creeping into her cheeks.

“Did you sleep well?” I ask.

“Better than ever,” she admits. “I’ve uh, never slept with someone all night before.”

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