Page 33 of Debts and Desires
“So fuckin’ good,” Carter murmured.
“You fucking tease!” I gritted out in frustration. He chuckled and then he started trying other things. I moaned more, my hands finding their place back in his hair. Then he hit the perfect spot, and I was starting to see stars.
“Right there! Please!Please!” I begged. I felt him give another laugh, the fucking obtuse asshat. I was certain he would stop again, try to add hours. But he didn’t. Oh, thankfuckhe didn’t. I would’ve given himweeksworth of hours if he hadn’t.
My legs shook as I tried to keep myself grounded. My hips bucked uncontrollably as I rode his face with abandon, moaning his name over and over. It seemed endless.
I’d never come like that. Ever. And Carter was still going, as if he were trying to suck my soul out through my clit. I let out a loud gasp, feeling a second orgasm building. There was no way, no fucking way, he could make me come again.
And he did.
And did and did.
And did until I was shaking and sobbing.
I’m pretty sure I blacked out at one point, missing a few.
Then he moved me a few different ways, using his mouth, his fingers, and even my toy after he cleaned it off. I came and came, screaming out until my voice was hoarse. The bed was soaked, the Earth was upside down, and I’m pretty sure I was fucking blind. After the last one, he climbed up my body.
“Don’t know what I’m doin’, huh?” he growled in my ear. I only moaned. “You’re gonna give me another one, Emogen, and then I’m gonna fuck at least three more out of that soaked little pussy. Just so there’s no confusion on if I know what I’m doin’ or not.” I nodded. It’s all I could do. I was still pulsating with need since he decided to vacuum-suck any reasoning I had out of my pussy and into the cosmos where it was seemingly wanting to stay.
And true to his word, he made me come on his hand again as he sucked my neck.
“Good girl,” he whispered. “So responsive.” He climbed off the bed and I opened my eyes to watch him strip. His dick was so hard, I’m pretty sure it could cut diamonds. It was leaking pre-cum and just begging to be sucked. A moment later, he settled between my thighs. “Look how fuckin’ wet you are for me, Buttercup.” He pushed himself in and it felt so good that my eyes rolled back.
He fucked me slow at first, pulling out to slap his dick on myclit before pushing himself back in. It didn’t take long before I came again with another loud moan. He repositioned us and pulled another from me, as he said he would. I was in complete awe of this man, wishing I would’ve asked to come sooner. I wondered if all that teasing and edging over the last two weeks had been him trying to learn my body. I wouldn’t put it past him. I wondered if he was going to use orgasms against me, but at the moment, I didn’t care. I’d stay forever if he kept fucking me like that.
“Gimme another one, Buttercup. I know you can,” he said in a sweet, almost mocking tone. A long, guttural moan came from somewhere in my chest as I came again. He laughed. “Aw, Emmy, what’s the matter? That dick feel good?” I nodded, unable to find words.
I’m pretty sure if I’d tried to talk, my words would be in a different language and need closed captioning. He repositioned me yet again. I was on my back once more, my legs spread wide. He leaned forward, biting my shoulder like he had before, and a moan fell from my throat, surprised that I liked how it felt.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You’re gonna give me another, ain’t ya, baby?” he asked, pumping faster, faster than he ever had. Hearing him call me baby had me swooning.
“Oh, fuck, yes, Carter!” I moaned as he hit the perfect spot over and over.
“Such a needy little thing. Give it to me. Fuckin’ give it to me!” he growled.
Carter was rutting into me so much that the headboard was slamming into the wall, more than likely damaging it. I grasped his shoulders, holding on for dear life as the next orgasm hit me. All that came out of me were short little gasps and moans. His name was a jumbled mess of sound somewhere between ‘Ca’ and ‘er’.
“Fuck, yes, baby.” And then he was coming, filling me as his hips moved erratically.
Finally, he slowed, both of us breathing like we just ran five miles. He collapsed on me, but didn’t crush me, almost like hewas caging my body in. His face was buried in my neck, leaving kisses as he cursed again and again. I could feel his dick twitching inside me, my pussy still fluttering around him.
Carter moved off of me, sliding us both to the other side of the bed where I laid on his chest.
“Sorry,” he muttered after a moment.
“What?” I asked, unsurewhyhe was apologizing forthat.I would never be able to have sex with another man. Not after how Carter made me feel.
“For cummin’ in you.”
“Oh,” I whispered with a small laugh. “I’m on the pill.”
“That woulda been nice to know,” he said with frustration. “I’d’ve been fillin’ you up this whole fuckin’ time.” I laughed. I was floating. High on him. “You okay?”
“Mmmm.” I answered.
“Good.”
