Page 71 of Hot Shot

I snort. “You’re a fucking feather, Supermodel.”

I toss her onto the center of the bed and her little black dress slides up high on her thighs. My mouth goes dry as I study her long, sleek legs, her feet still wearing those wicked heels. Her eyelids droop and her lips part, her hair spread out all around her on my dark duvet.

“Yeah, buddy.” I rub my hardening dick. “Be patient.”

Carrie’s smile is sultry.

I climb onto the bed and stretch out next to her, pulling her into my arms. We kiss—long, wet, hungry—making out and rolling around on the bed, fully clothed, my hands in her hair, then up under her dress. My rough fingertips drags down her inner thigh as my tongue slides in and out of her mouth.

We roll again, her knee coming up to ride my thigh.

“Hot little thing, aren’t you,” I say roughly, pulling down the bodice of her dress to expose one tit. I groan.

“Yes.” Her fingers go to my belt as I play with her nipple, brushing it with the back of my fingers, watching it stiffen. My dick throbs and I latch my mouth on to her throat, holding her head as her hand slides into my pants to find my cock.

She rolls on top of me, her dress now all scrunched around her waist, her shoes gone. I cup her face with one hand and palm the back of her head to bring her mouth to mine for another lush kiss. I linger on her plush bottom lip, let my tongue stroke hers, nip at her upper lip. She tastes like fruit punch and sweet Carrie.

I kiss her softly, holding the back of her head enjoying her shivers.

She caresses my head, my jaw, then fingers the top button of my shirt. I slide a hand down to her ass, bringing her tighter against my aching cock. I can’t help but groan at the heat that rushes through my body. “You want my shirt off, beautiful?”

“Duh.”

My lips curve against hers, then I help her rise onto her knees. “I want you bare, too.”

Slowly, she lifts her dress and pulls it off over her head, revealing first her smooth belly, the dip of her navel, and then those gorgeous tits—full and round, tipped with tight, rosy nipples.

“Such pretty tits.” Unable to resist, I bend my head and pull a nipple into my mouth. I close my eyes and savor the blissful taste and feel of her in my mouth, the way her body quivers. She makes a small noise that goes straight to my balls. “You’re beautiful, Carrie. I know you don’t like to hear that, but you are.”

“I like to hear it from you.” She wraps her arms around my head, holding me to her breast, arching her back, and I feast on the tight peaks. I slip a hand between her legs, inside her panties, finding the slick heat. She leans her cheek on my head and trembles against me.

“So wet,” I mumble. “Beauty. Just perfect.”

I straighten and unbutton my shirt. She watches me, eyes shadowy, perfect breasts lifting and falling with shallow breaths. Heat punches straight to my dick.

I toss the shirt aside, then roll down to my back. She stretches out next to me, bending to press a kiss to my abs. The muscles contract at her mouth there and my dick leaps in anticipation of her mouth being so close.

“Oh yeah,” I groan as she kisses her way lower, over the sensitive skin of my belly, the hair at my groin. When she pulls my cock out of my pants I make an embarrassing noise of need. I run my hand up and down her back, pulling her hair back behind her shoulders as she grips the base of my cock. She looks at me—at my cock—like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen, and my balls tighten with hope. And then . . . Jesus, yes . . . she takes me into her mouth.

Hot and wet, she tightens her lips around my shaft and slides them up and down, over and over. Pressure builds, the backs of my thighs tingling. She stops sucking me to lick me from root to tip, cupping her hand around my balls. Another grunt of need escapes me.

“I love your balls,” she whispers, lifting her mouth from me. “They’re so big and full.”

“Fuuuuck. They’re ready to explode, baby.”

“Mmmm.” And she sucks me again.

“Okay, hold up.” I don’t want her to stop, but goddammit I want to taste her then fuck her. I shove my pants and boxer briefs down onto my thighs and together we remove the remainder of my clothing. My bare skin itches to feel hers against me, everywhere, but I long to put my mouth on her pussy.

With my mouth on hers, I roll her to her back and move between her legs, then shift lower. “I want to fuck your little pussy with my tongue.”

She gasps.

“Oh yeah. Fuck you with my tongue until you come in my mouth.”

Now she whimpers.

“Widen those thighs, beautiful. Yeah. Like that. I want to see you. I want to see how wet you are.”

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