Page 109 of The Naughty List

That’s all it takes to get me going again. I begin lifting myself up before falling back down. When I’m against him, I rock forward, grinding my clit against him. He’s so large, larger than anyone I’ve ever been with, but it doesn’t hurt. Before I thought I was getting what I was supposed to, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. It’s like Carson and I were made for one another. He’s the perfect size for me and I fit him like a glove.

His eyes move from mine down to my bouncing breasts and back. He smirks, bites his lower lip, and then his lips part with his heavy breathing. His eyes flutter closed but pop back open like he doesn’t want to miss a moment of this. His hands come up to massage my breasts and he leans forward, capturing one in his mouth. He sucks on my nipple and flicks his tongue against it, only working me closer to that edge he likes to keep me on.

“Come for me, Felicity. Let me watch you while you come on my dick.”

I’ve never been much for dirty talk during sex, but when he does it, it doesn’t turn me off. In fact, it gives me even more pleasure to hear him, to listen to him demanding such dirty things of me. It’s been a fantasy for far too long. I grind against him one last time and that’s when he gets his wish. I throw my head back and let out a moan, enjoying the tingles that swim through my body, lighting every nerve ending on fire while my bones are overtaken with snow.

His hands fall back to my hips, lifting me and pulling me down against him, harder and harder each time, only prolonging my release. My toes begin to curl and go numb as I lose all control of my body. I can’t do anything but ride this wave and pray that it never ends. When it does, as they always do, he lifts me up and flips me over onto my knees. He enters me from behind and he doesn’t take it easy. With each thrust, I fall forward. After a few times of this, he wraps my hair around his fist and keeps me in place. My legs are shaking beneath me, threatening to collapse, but he keeps a strong hold on me and he never lets me fall. He slides a finger into my mouth and it surprises me but I suck on it. He pulls it out and smacks me on the ass, making me call out. Moments later, he slides his finger into my ass and I lose all control.

I’ve never been taken this way before and it’s perfect, something that only he can do. I come harder than I’ve ever come before and he joins me, filling me with every last drop. Moments later, he releases me and I collapse onto the mattress.

We both lie on the bed, neither of us moving or talking. We’re both just focusing on catching our breath and controlling our racing hearts. He leans down and grabs the blanket we’ve somehow managed to kick to the foot of the bed and he pulls it over both of us before reaching over and shutting off the light. He pulls me to his chest and presses a kiss to the back of my shoulder.

“That was fucking mind-blowing,” he says, kissing up my neck to my ear.

“Earth-shattering,” I agree.

“Mind-altering.”

“Mind-altering? How about world-altering?”

He chuckles in the distance. “Fuck, why did we wait so long to do that?”

I laugh. “Cuz someone wanted to keep me pure,” I tease.

“Fuck pure. I’ll take dirty any day.” His hands are already sliding up my body again, caressing my sides and hips, squeezing my breasts, and gently working their way between my folds.

His mouth lands on my neck and he kisses up my neck and nibbles on my ear. “Once is never enough,” he says, causing me to roll over. He slides back on top of me. “I’ll never get enough of you,” he says, bringing his lips back to mine.

* * *

I put my bra back on and pick up my torn panties, garter, and hose. I hold them up in the air, showing them to him. “What am I supposed to wear home now?”

He chuckles. “Here,” he says, reaching into his bag and tossing me a pair of boxer shorts.

I catch them and pull them on with a giggle.

“What?” he asks.

“I was just thinking about how I was always so jealous of the girls you were with, and how now that I’ve been with you, I know exactly how jealous I need to be.”

He smiles as he walks over. “If it makes you feel any better, every single one of them, I imagined they were you.”

I smile. “You did not.”

He nods. “Ask Beth. I fucked up and called her Felicity in bed one night. She kicked me out and we haven’t talked since.”

I laugh as I reach up and wrap my arms around him. “Our one night together is almost over,” I say, looking into his eyes.

I see them dash from mine, to the clock, and back. “Well, we better make the most of it then.” He picks me up against him and carries me back to the bed where we spend the rest of the night.

8

CARSON

I wake in the morning with a smile on my face. I don’t open my eyes though, in fear of it all disappearing. I roll to my side and reach for her, but the bed is cold and empty. My eyes pop open and anger washes over me. I can’t believe she snuck out of here while I was asleep. I get up, pull on my basketball shorts, throw a coat on, and slip my feet into some flip-flops. I rush out of the house faster than anyone can stop me.

I walk across the snow and ice covers my feet, but I don’t even feel it as I walk up to her front door and open it. I let myself into her room and find her dead asleep in bed. I slam the door shut and she sits up.

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