Page 105 of Plays Well With Others

He bestows another bite of a kiss to my flesh, then slides his hand between my spread thighs.

“Oh god,” I groan when he makes contact.

“Fuck, baby,” he says, as his fingers find all my slippery wetness. “You like it when a man treats you like a goddess.”

“I like it whenyoudo,” I correct.

“Good answer,” he says on a growl, then grazes his finger up and over my greedy clit.

I shake. Then try to grab at the pillows, the sheets, something, anything. “Please, Carter.”

He reaches under me, scoops me up so my ass is in the air. I truly don’t know what he’s doing next.

But then…oh god.

His mouth is on my pussy, and he’s eating me, and if I thought I’d never been more vulnerable before, that’s nothing on how I feel now. Trussed up, ass in the air, soaked.

He goes down on me like a savage. Kissing and sucking and lapping me up.

I sound like an animal. Moaning and groaning, till finally, I know what I want. “Flip me over, tie me up again, and fuck me with my legs over your shoulders.”

He freezes, but there’s a welcoming fire in his tone when he says, “Well, that’s specific.”

“Yeah, it came to me in a flash,” I say with a little laugh.

He laughs too, then smacks my ass and complies.

A minute later, his clothes are off, the condom is on, and I’m pinned on my back. But the difference is the view. “I like to look at you,” I tell him as he positions his cock between my legs.

“Same fucking here,” he says, then slides inside.

I howl in pleasure.

I’m stretched, and it’s spectacular the way he fills me. What’s even better is the dirty gleam in his eyes as he pushes up on my thighs, then hooks my legs over his shoulders.

And fucks me deep, passionate, with his eyes on mine the entire time.

If I wasn’t chasing an orgasm, I might have thought harder on what this meant, how it felt, how it was different than every other time we’d fucked.

But the pleasure makes thinking impossible.

All I can do is feel the toe-curling, mind-bending pleasure of him taking me to the ends of the earth till I gasp out, “I’m close.”

“Say my name when you come. Say it like a good girl,” he commands.

A torrent of lust storms through me. Yes, I have a good-girl kink. Yes, I have a mark-me kink. Yes, I have a tie-me-up kink.

Mostly I have a Carter kink.

I shout his name as I shatter under him.

Seconds later, he follows me with a wild grunt, and then there are no more words.

Just sounds. Just sighs. Just…us.

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PANCAKE FANTASIES

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