Page 31 of Carter's #Undoing

Eleven

CARTER

I was sure that Serenity Taylor would be the death of me … that is, if something else didn’t kill me first. The energy that was already exerting from our bodies was proof that shit between us was only going to get more intense as time went on.

I carried her up the stairs with ease, loving the way her legs felt locked to mine. Originally, I told her my bedroom was off limits, but that was only because I couldn’t imagine having her in my room and not having my way with her.

Self-control was one evil son-of-a-bitch, but I liked to think myself an even bigger asshole. I’d mastered that shit over the years, waiting for the perfect minute to strike my target and bring down my enemy. Funny how the greatest enemy I’d ever faced had the eyes of an angel and the wicked mouth of a corner block sinner. Serenity was my weakness. My flaw. Because for her, there was nothing I wouldn’t do. Literally nothing.

I broke the kiss when we reached the top of the stairs. I’d had every intention on bringing her into my bedroom, but we barely made it past the last step before she was biting my bottom lips and motioning for me to let her down. I did, and then she was dragging her hands over the top of my jeans as her mouth moved to my neck and earlobes.

“Fuck,” I growled, potent desire coursing through my body at the simple touch. Her moves were urgent as she unbuttoned my jeans and slipped her hand in my boxers, forcing me to back into the wall for support.

Her fingers moved up and down my shaft, her lips kissing me anywhere she could touch. I’d originally thought I was in control of the situation, but Serenity was making it hard to concentrate on not busting a nut in the damn hallway.

Using all the restraint I had, I switched our positions, pulling her shirt off as I did so. The smirk that filled my face had nothing to do with the look of surprise on hers, but rather, the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

When she went to cover her nipples, I stopped her. “None of that.”

She frowned. “I’m not as young as I was when we were last together, which means, they aren’t either.”

I smacked my lips. “I don’t give a fuck what you think about your breasts. They belong more to me than you any damn way.” I popped a nipple in my mouth to prove my point, and removed her pants and panties in one swift motion. She smiled, loosening back up as I showed her other nipple equal attention before stepping back to look at her.

Physically, neither of us were the same way we used to be. Yet, while I looked like I’d been in more than a few fights, Serenity looked … “Absolutely breathtaking.” Hips. Breasts. Ass. Thighs. I took another look.Thick,thick thighs that I couldn’t wait to familiarize myself with.

I felt like a kid in a candy shop with way too many choices. I didn’t know what to sample next, my fingers dipping inside of her pussy as my tongue got to working on everything else.

Back in the day, Serenity could barely stand to have my tongue and my fingers on her body. I was proud to see that hadn’t changed. When I knelt in front of her, I threw her right leg over my shoulder as my mouth joined my fingers, her essence tasting like every sweet and tasty desert I’d ever tried wrapped in one gorgeous package.

Her clit was throbbing beneath my tongue, and her soft cries did nothing but make me move my mouth slower because I wanted this to last as long as possible. I wanted her taste imprinted on me. I wanted to savor each drop of her. Enough to last me another sixteen years if it had to.

Butfuckthat, I wasn’t going to survive another decade and a half without her. Hell, I would lock her sexy ass in my cabin if it wasn’t illegal to hold a person against their will. Yeah, I’d kind of kidnapped her, but that wasn’t the same thing. At least to me.

Her orgasm erupted quickly, the slow rotation of my tongue on her clit doing the opposite of what I was attempting.Lyin’ ass.I had her right where I wanted her. Ideally, I would have taken her for the first time in years on a bed, but that plan was shot to shit now that I was watching her post-orgasm glow against the wall.

Serenity was already sliding down the rest of my clothes, her eyes on my dick the entire time. As if he knew he had to show the fuck off because she was watching, my dick grew even bigger. I was surprised it didn’t poke her in the damn eye.

“Oh how I missed him,” she said, licking her lips before taking me in her mouth.

Groaning, I placed both hands on the wall to try and steady myself. Serenity’s mouth put my hand to shame. The right and the left one.

It didn’t matter how many times I thought about her when I was busting a nut, nothing compared to watching her sexy ass drop in a squat and take me in her mouth, her pussy dripping from her own juices she released moments later.

Any other time, I would probably tell her to slow down so I didn’t come in her mouth, but fuck that. I wanted to come in her mouth, her pussy, her ass if she let me. It didn’t take long before I gave her a warning that I was about to come. She brought me deeper into her mouth, the suction of her warmth causing me to release everything I had into her, loving the way it dripped from the corners of her mouth as she tried to swallow it all.

That was another thing I’d always loved about Serenity. My woman didn’t believe in spitting shit out. I hadn’t known if that part of her had changed, but clearly, it hadn’t. She caught every drop, and even the parts that had spilled onto her face, she wiped with her finger and sucked that shit right off.

She had barely stood before I lifted her, compelling her to wrap her legs around me like before. She did, and I lost all sense of my humanity as the animal in me couldn’t think of shit but taking her against the wall.

Hard.

Fast.

Rightnow.

As I was adjusting myself at her center, I froze, remembering that the condoms were in my bedroom.

“It’s okay. I use the ring,” she muttered, reading my mind.

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