Page 16 of Pick Your Poison

“I just knew I needed to come to you. That’s all.” I reach between us again, and open his belt then unbutton his fly. “I don’t understand it.”

“I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you what I can.” He uses a knee to anchor us to the bookshelf, then hoists me up higher. “I just have to fuck you first.”

I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my chin atop his head. I can hear him shuffling below, pulling his cock out then I feel it nudging my very wet, very swollen and needy pussy.

“Hard. Don’t tease me. This is all I’ve thought about.”

And it is. Since I stepped into the hotel, I was overcome with the need to be taken by him in any way that he would have me. It’s chemical, primal. I couldn’t deny him even if I tried.

“Never.”

His voice hangs in the air as he thrusts inside of me, spearing me in half, splintering me into a million pieces, and I scream. I scream in absolutely pleasurable, Nirvana-like agony and I haven’t even come yet.

He clamps his hand down over my mouth and whispers a low, “Shhhhhh. Not everyone needs to hear what I’m doing to you in here.”

My chest is heaving with every labored breath. He isn’t moving at all. He’s holding painfully still, buried deep inside of me, completely to the hilt.

“Oh god,” I cry out, “Fuck, Carter… you hurt people. You were hurting people last night. Did people die?” I say each word between each of his thrusts, clawing at his back, begging him with my body to go harder.

“No, no.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck. “We don’t kill people, not anymore.” He pushes in sharply, hitting the back of me as deeply as he can, then lifting me again. We move quickly, unnaturally, across the room and suddenly I’m on my back across the desk and he’s standing between my spread legs, still inside of me.

I reach up and grab his tie, using it as a handle to anchor myself. “Anymore?”

He lifts my left leg high and places it over his shoulder, sending him deeper than I ever thought possible. His cock is solid, huge and impressive. It feels fucking amazing.

“We’ve grown, found new ways to survive. We have to hurt people, yes, but we make sure they don’t remember anything.” He holds himself deep and growls in pleasure. “Fuuuuuuck you feel good.”

Having an important conversation while fucking each other silly around an office is something I’ve never experienced before, but that seems to be par for the course with Carter Bellevue.

“I have so many other things I want to know.” I reach between our bodies and rub my fingers over my clit. “But I can’t focus anymore. You make me feel scrambled.”

We are on the move again and on the sofa across the room before I can even blink my eyes. I’m on top of him, straddling his waist.

“Ride me. I want to watch you come again. Seeing it happen last night was the best thing I’ve seen in a century.”

I want the blank spaces in my memory filled. I want to know everything that happened. I deserve that. I want to know all about him and why I feel this connection.

But right now, in this moment, the carnal desires are all that matter.

Base, animal instincts are winning the fight for now.

I’m gripping the sides of his head with all my might, bouncing and rocking, chasing the orgasm I’ve been craving since we started.

My limbs begin to shake and my blood boils, rushing from my head to my clit and I know I’m going to explode.

“I’m there.. I’m there.”

I don’t know what possesses me to do what I do next, but in this moment, it feels like the only option.

I pull his face to my throat and angle my head to give him access, and he must read my mind, because as soon as I crest the peak and begin to contract in orgasm, his teeth break the skin over my pulse and he begins to drink from me.

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