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He’s staring up at the ceiling, chest heaving, a fistful of sheets in each hand. I’ve never felt more powerful in my life, nor have I ever felt so desperate to push my dick inside someone.

Using more patience than should be humanly possible, I work the lube into his tight hole, making sure he’s ready for me, and crawl up hisbody to line my cock up to his entrance. When he gives me a breathless little whimper, I slide home.

Chapter fifteen

Sloan

Asliver of sunlight slips through the curtains, pulling me from the deepest sleep I’ve had in ages.

I snuggle into the broad chest next to me, sliding my hand over firm stomach muscles as I wrap my arm around the man I’m quickly developing feelings for. I don’t even remember the last time I woke up next to a man, and his warmth is comforting.

Though rested, my body is deliciously sore, yet also primed. It’s as if the best sex I’ve ever experienced conditioned me to want more, instead of satisfying me like it should have. Not that I’m dissatisfied, I’m just…ravenous.

That shouldn’t be possible. Carter and I indulged in each other well into the night, so there’s no reason for me to be craving him again right now. But I am. I try to shove that thought from my mind and just enjoy the sensation of being near him, cradled in his arms. It works, until he starts tracing his fingers over my back.

“Cold?” he asks when I shiver.

“No.” I snuggle closer.

“Aroused?” I hear the smirk in his voice even though I can’t see it.

“Maybe.”

“Good.” He rolls toward me so we’re facing each other, trapping his perfect, firm cock between us, and nibbles at my neck. “I like waking up next to you.”

“I like it too.” My voice sounds especially breathless as I rock my hips into the rigid length that satisfies me again and again.That’s the spot.He cocks an eyebrow at me, and I thrust forward again.

“We should make a habit of it,” he whispers.

“Waking up next to each other or morning sex?” I thread my fingers through his hair as he kisses over my collar bone and nibbles at the spot where it meets my neck.

“Both.”

His kisses drift lower, down my chest, to my hip bones. I shimmy away just before he reaches my dick. “I should shower before you do that.” My chest heaves as I try to get my breathing under control.

“Why?” he grumbles before kissing my thigh.

“Because I’m pretty sure I didn’t dream about the dual hand jobs in the middle of the night, and we never cleaned up.” I twist again to avoid his mouth and prop myself on my elbows to see his face.

Carter sits on his knees and pins me with a firm look. Between that and his engorged cock jutting straight up, I feel rather than see my shaft twitch in anticipation.

“I don’t want to eat cock that takes like soap, I want it to taste like sex. Besides, I’m the one that made you dirty, so I’ll be the one to lick you clean.” He clamps his large hands on my thighs and spreads me wide, leaning down to run his tongue along my length. “Fuck that tastes good. You and me together.” He gives me another lick, humming his satisfaction.

That’s so filthy. Why does it turn me on?After our first encounter, which was a little rushed thanks to our mutual lust, I’ve learned thatCarter isnotquiet during sex, and it seems to take things to another level. A deliciously dirty one.

My head suddenly feels too heavy to hold up, but I want to watch Carter devour me. I want more of the filthy words that my body reacts to. “What does it taste like?”

“You want a taste?” He lifts his head with a look that’s both wicked and intrigued.

I nod.

He kneels between my legs and rubs the head of his dick along mine, mixing our precum together. Then he crawls up my body and offers me his cock.

I lick my lips—smiling when a pained moan drifts from his throat—then lap the head tentatively, letting the flavor hit my tongue. I immediately recognize his somewhat woodsy taste, though there’s also a hint of a lighter, salty musk that must be mine. Opening wider, I wrap my lips around the head, sucking gently in an effort to capture more of his unique flavor.

He inches forward, then retreats just as slowly.

Again.

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