Page 13 of The Carver

This woman cast a fucking spell over me because the anger evaporated with the wave of her hand. I should still be livid right now, make her work harder for my pardon, but all I wanted to do was take her to bed and forget the whole thing. I could read people so well no one ever wanted to play poker with me because I cleaned house every single time, and right now, I could read her sincerity like words rather than emotions. The glow in her eyes was as brilliant as the northern lights, ethereal and beautiful. She wore her heart on her sleeve and didn’t try to hide her hand from me. She’d finally put her cards on the table and folded. Maybe it would be different this time, maybe it wouldn’t. Either way, I was all in. I’d been all in for this woman the second I’d had her. I’d known it was different when I’d left that note after our first night together. With another woman, I would have walked out and never seen her again. But with Fleur, I’d absolutely wanted to see her again.

Why? I had no fucking idea.

I fisted her hair hard as I kept her face on mine. “Show me how sorry you are, sweetheart.” I’d wanted to shove my dick into her mouth the second she walked in the door. Wanted to fuck her even in my hottest rage. The magnetism that pulled me to her was impervious to all forms of destruction. “Show me how certain you are.” My hand left her hair, and I stepped around her, moving to the armchair by the fireplace before I sat down, my feet bare on the rug, my naked chest feeling the warmth from the flames.

She came around the chair and looked down at me, still fully dressed in her jeans and sweater.

I stared her down and waited for her to make the first move.

Her eyes were still wet, but now that she had a chance to get me back, her tears had ceased. She pulled the gray sweater over her head, revealing a black bra underneath with a single strap. She reached behind her and unclasped it, the material falling to reveal her perfect tits.

I’d missed those tits. The nipples were hard, probably because she was nervous and her skin was cold with her back to the fire. I propped my arm on the armrest, and I touched my jawline as I watched the show from the front row.

She unbuttoned her black jeans then stepped out of her boots, returning to her normal height of a mere five feet. She was a petite little thing. I usually preferred taller women because it was nice not to bend my neck down all the time, but her small stature didn’t bother me at all. She was fucking perfect.

When her boots were gone, she pulled off her tight jeans and revealed the little black thong underneath, just a G-string, like she’d put it on in the hope I would see it this evening. She left the thong on before she lowered to her knees in front of me.

I was so fucking hard.

She reached for the waistband of my sweatpants then tugged to get them off.

I lifted my hips to help her, watching her reaction to my rock-hard dick.

She tugged everything to my ankles then inched closer, tits at my knees, looking absolutely fuckable in the glow of the fire. She moved her hands up my thighs before she dipped her head to my lap and started at my balls.

I took an involuntary breath because her lips were so fucking nice on my sac.

She kissed my balls like they were my lips, licked them like they were my dick, and then gently sucked one ball into her mouth and played with it with her tongue.

I closed my eyes for a second as I enjoyed it.

She took her time, like she wasn’t in a rush to get me off and move to the next thing. She made it last, like she wanted to be on her knees with my dick in her face. She moved up to my length, parted her lips and flattened her tongue, and then slowly pushed my dick to the back of her throat. She pushed farther than she had before, as if taking as much of my dick as possible was part of her apology. She stilled like she already wanted to gag but held it off like a champ. She moved up and down, slow and steady, making it clear she wanted me to enjoy the journey rather than rush to the finish.

I watched her move up and down, watched her suck my dick as deep as her throat would allow, watched new tears slowly build up in her eyes because of the discomfort from my size. Her soft fingers played with my balls at the same time, giving head so good it was like she was getting paid for it.

My breaths started to accelerate, and I felt the flush in the skin across my chest. Felt the burn in my core because the pleasure was so damn good. I hadn’t felt anything but anger this past week, so I hadn’t noticed the drought, but now that she ate my dick like a buffet, I realized how much I missed it. “Look at me.”

Her eyes moved to mine as she continued to lick her favorite lollipop, pushing far back before she rose up again, alwaysslightly breathless because her opportunities to breathe were limited.

I guided her up and down with my hand in her hair, setting the pace that I wanted her to follow, wishing there were a way that I could subdue my senses so I could enjoy it forever, that I could make her suck my dick for hours without needing to come.

But I already wanted to come—badly.

I’d just had her speed up, but now, my hand steadied her, bringing her back to the tip until she let my dick slap against my stomach. I gently guided her toward me, wanting her on top of me.

She climbed into my lap, her legs straddling my thighs as her hands clutched my shoulders for balance.

I grabbed myself by the base and straightened so she could slide over my length. My hand gripped her hip, and I guided her down, feeling her wet lips open around my head before they took the rest of my length, her ass coming to rest on my balls.

Jesus Christ, how could I forget how good this pussy was?

She cupped my face, and she dipped her head to kiss me, her lips landing softly, like there was a chance I would reject her mouth. She felt my lips for a moment before she kissed me, kissed me gently but with purpose and passion, her breath escaping between my lips and filling my mouth. She ground her hips against me as her fingers reached my hairline, her thumb pressed against the bone in my jaw.

She kissed me harder, circling my neck with her arm to pull me closer, her tongue finding mine. She started to move slowly, rising up only a few inches so she could continue to kiss me.

I moved my hands to her ass and squeezed the cheeks, my dick twitching inside her, harder than I’d ever been in my fucking life. My dick won the battle against my mouth, and I lifted her slightly because I wanted her to ride me fully, to smash that dick with her incredible tightness.

She broke the kiss and moved up and down forcefully, taking me to the tip before she dropped down again, her ass grinding against my balls. It was too much for her and I could see that it hurt, but she pushed forward like a soldier who carried on, even with bullet wounds. Her hands were planted against my chest for balance, and she rocked her hips as she moved, her tight stomach flexed with the muscles under the skin, her tits perked up.

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