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Her walls start to flutter around my length, and I know she’s close. “Damn it,” I grunt, “you’re sweet pussy is going to milk my cum right out of my balls.”
Carson moans, the sound loud and lewd, as she grips my shoulders and digs her nails into my skin. I welcome the sting of pain; it grounds me and helps me focus.
Sweat trickles down my back as my balls draw up. I’m right on the edge of losing control when Carson screams my name and her body goes rigid while her walls clamp down on my dick. Watching her face contort in pure bliss is what sends me over the edge, and I can no longer stop it from happening.
I thrust into her three more times before I plant my cock in her balls deep and empty my cum inside of her. Every jet feels like a fucking revelation and like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
We’re both panting for air as we stare at each other, neither moving as I hold myself above her while she’s wrapped around me like she never wants to let go.
“Perfect,” I mutter before kissing her softly, wanting her to feel what I feel for her.
She’s not ready for the words, not quite. But I’ll never let this woman go. When she’s ready, I’ll be there, and we’ll build our forever.
CHAPTER 9
CARSON
I wake up slowly, the feeling of being watched washing over me. There was a time, not long ago, when feeling someone’s eyes on me would cause me to panic. Not tonight though because I know who is in my room.
What I don’t know is how he got into my house.
I haven’t given Jared a key, but it’s his energy I feel brushing against me. I try not to smile as the bed dips, and I feel the covers start to pull down my body. When my eyes open, I can see the sky is still dark, there’s not even a hint of the sun peeking up above the horizon line.
But it has to be late because I was up working on a drawing for a client longer than I had intended. Jared was working the late shift, and we hadn’t made plans to see each other tonight. Somehow, I’m not surprised he’s here.
The need to be near him was a problem before we gave intoour desires a few days ago. Since then? It’s a feeling that is impossible to ignore. I want to see him. I want to talk to him. He, clearly, wants the same.
When we started seeing each other, part of me was worried that he would get bored. You know, maybe after he got in my panties. But it hasn’t happened.
If anything, I think he might be more obsessed with me now than he was.
“I thought police officers were supposed to arrest people for breaking and entering, not commit the crime themselves,” I murmur, my voice husky with sleep.
When the covers of my bed are pulled from my feet, Jared grunts, “Is that my shirt?”
“Yes,” I admit without a hint of shame, “it’s very comfortable.”
“It looks fucking good on you,” he rumbles.
When I look up into his eyes, they’re dark with lust. The moonlight peeking through the windows illuminates one side of his face. He’s looking down at me with a softness to his features that looks a lot like adoration with something else in his eyes.
The emotion in his eyes is one I’m not ready to name yet. Still, I can’t deny I feel the vibrations of the same feeling in me. It’s there, wrapping around my heart and refusing to let go.
But it’s too soon, right?
There’s no need to rush this thing between us. We have time.
Time to explore.
Time to be.
Time to learn about each other.
And fall in love even deeper. Don’t continue to be a coward.
Damn, my subconscious can be a bitch sometimes. And sassy as fuck while calling me out on my bullshit. Like who even needs that?
“You should look under the shirt,” I murmur as his hands start to slide up my legs.
