Page 74 of The Jackpot Screwer
“It’s fine,” he managed to say before I moved back in for another kiss.
My lips moved along Carter’s and my hands ran through his hair, tugging on it, making sure he knew what I wanted. With a quiet moan, he opened up his mouth and invited my tongue in.
“Shit, Lollipop.”
I dropped a hand to feel his dick through his sweats. “Thank you for doing this today. I know I’ve been a pain in your ass.”
“Believe me,” he sighed. “It’s my fucking pleasure.”
Breathing heavily, Carter pulled his mouth from mine and slowly turned me around so that my back was to his chest. His arm draped across my stomach and he placed a protective hand over the baby we’d made together. When he took hold of my ponytail, pulling it away from my neck to drop a trail of kisses, a low burn started in my core. Many times, I’d worried whether Carter and I were meant to be parents, if he was ready to settle down, but not once had it crossed my mind that we weren’t compatible in the bedroom—or the kitchen, the living room and the bathroom. One tiny touch of his lips, one little stroke from his fingertips had the ability to send me crazy for him.
The hand that had been cradling my stomach, slipped down into the grey sweats that I was wearing—Carter’s grey sweats. Fingers moved inside my panties and parted my lips, where I was already soaking.
“Damn.”
He pushed inside of me with two fingers and I gasped at the sensation. Every inch of my body was needy for him and whenever Carter gave me what I wanted, I felt like I was on top of the world. When he stroked inside of me, in exactly the right spot, I drew in a shuddering breath, Carter’s name on the cusp of the inhale.
Bare against the cotton of my t-shirt, my nipples felt like they were pulsing in time with my heart. Thumping a beat that I was sure Carter could feel and hear.
“Baby,” I mewled, moving my head to the side and scraping my teeth along his bicep. My hand moved over the top of Carter’s and squeezed it, pushing it against my clit as I chased my orgasm. As the rhythm of his fingers sped up, I pushed my hips forward and held tighter to him.
When his other hand dropped my ponytail and moved to massage my right tit and rub his thumb over my nipple, I felt like I’d been jettisoned into oblivion. Every single part of my body was set alight and the orgasm that exploded through me literally made me see stars.
“So damn easy to get off,” Carter whispered against my ear, his fingers still keeping up their steady tempo.
“Only you, baby,” I cried through my release. “Only you.”
“God, I’m so damn hard,” he growled into my ear. “I need to fuck you now.”
Without taking any time to think about it, both my and Carter’s sweats were pushed down, I was bent over the chair he’d dragged in there for me to rest on, and he was inside me. The pace of his thrusts was punishing, his grip on my hips tight as his fingertips squeezed my skin, but it was pure bliss.
“Yes, baby, yes,” I cried. “Faster.”
“Fuck you are one sexy little bitch. You damn well love it, don’t you?”
Gone was sweet, gentle Carter and dirty talking, hot, Carter had taken his place. He was right. I did love it.
“How hard do you want it? Harder than this?” He sped up and his grip got tighter.
“Yes, yes. Oh shit.”
“All damn day you’ve been enticing me, you know that?” Carter’s mouth dropped to my shoulder and nipped it before sucking it, there was no doubt that he’d left a mark. I felt the blood pulsing at the top of my skin. “I fucking love you.”
Harder and faster he went and with each stroke I felt another orgasm building. Bigger and so much more even than the last one. When his hand slapped down on my ass, the pleasure it brought once more threw me off the edge of the cliff. Gripping the chair that I was bent over, I pushed against his hips, squeezed my internal muscles and took us both to the pinnacle.
“Fuck.”
Carter’s cry was loud but when he let go of my hips and stopped drilling into me, I paused momentarily but then continued my own thrusting.
“Fuck no.”
“What do you mean ‘fuck no’,” I cried, glancing over my shoulder. “Keep going. I’m so close, baby.”
“No. No. Shit.”
There was no movement from him whatsoever. My body had already touched the edges of an orgasm and it wanted to grab the rest of it and howl with pleasure. But, with each second that Carter provided no friction, it slowly slipped away.
“Carter, move. Now!”
