Page 76 of His Deadly Lies

He pushes his pants down until he’s in front of the bed in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs. So strong and sexy. At forty-two. I never would have guessed it or guessed at my reaction to him. The way my body and senses come alive when I’m with him.

This is right.

There is nothing righter in this world than the two of us together.

“Now it’s your turn, Carter,” I tell him with my mouth going dry in anticipation. “Take it off. Right now.”

He strokes a hand over the front of his boxers, where his erection presses against the fabric, giving me a hint of that massive outline. I have no idea if it will fit in my body or not.

I crawl to the edge of the bed as well, no longer content to keep my distance and watch him. I want to play. I want to get my hands on what’s beneath those boxers.

With infinitesimal, tortuous slowness, he shoves his boxers down, and I stifle a moan at the sight of his cock bouncing out. Hard and pulsing and already gleaming for me. I drop my gaze to it hungrily, reaching out to wrap my hand around the base and pumping once.

“What would you like me to do with this?” I ask. “Suck it? Fuck it?”

I squeeze him until he moans, wondering at the power of being able to control a man like him with one touch. His dick is long and not too thick, the head of it bulbous and already going dark with his lust.

He watches every move I make. “I’m your slave, Mia.”

“I don’t want a slave,” I tell him, shaking my head as I work his cock. “I want a partner. I want you.”

“And I’ve never heard anything as sexy as that.” His eyes are the color of a perfect day, a deep and vibrant blue, and they’ve captured me. “On your back.”

I drop to my back with my legs splayed, and Carter waits only a beat before he places his fingers to my core where his mouth had been seconds ago. Minutes ago? It feels like we’ve been here for an eternity, and yet it’s gone by in the blink of an eye. My entire body is on fire and lit from within, moisture pooling and his fingers gliding over me in the most sensual way. He thumbs my clit and toys with two fingers at my entrance in tandem. Working me up into a frenzy before he slips a digit inside. He works my core to the point where I’m panting for him. Chest heaving.

Everything in me trains on him and that glorious cock of his, bobbing, reaching for me. His muscular thighs show the same kind of dedication to his physique and health as the rest of him and are covered with bruises and the marks of old wounds.

“Do you like what you see?” He sounds almost pained to ask.

I nod, my tongue darting out and my mouth dry. “Yes. I like it. I want it.”

“You’ll have it. Once you come like a good girl. Make it quick, though. I don’t want to wait much longer. ”

“You can just—” I start to say.

“No.” He slides a second finger inside to join the first and moves the way I hope his cock will move. There’s more pressure on my clit as he circles the nub, and sensation builds at my apex, growing and electrifying until I’m sent over the edge. “It’s important. Now come.”

On command, which I’ve never done anything on command in my fucking life, the orgasm slides through me with my nerves alight and my head dropping back toward the pillows, eyes closing.

“There’s a good girl. You are beautiful, Mia. Those breasts…” Carter trails off, and I’m empty when he removes his fingers.

In my next breath, he covers my body with his, his masculine presence blotting out the rest of the room and filling my vision once I open my eyes.

“Are you ready for me?”

He presses the head of his cock against my entrance, and I still. The sensation is…different. Strange, but not unpleasant. I widen my hips to make more room for him and wrap my legs around his waist as he leans to whisper in my ear. “You are so fucking hot. You drive me crazy, and you feel better than paradise.”

He hasn’t moved an inch, but I feel him waiting for me. Waiting to make the first move. I trail my fingers down to the curve of his ass and back to the small of his back as he circles his hips.

Then slowly sinks into me.

“So tight and wet. You like how your pussy feels with the head of my cock inside you, Princess?”

I shake my head, jerky, the words formed but stuck at the back of my throat. Another inch, and I moan. My body has to wait and readjust to the intrusion, my muscles clenching around him as he slowly sinks into me.

“This is going to hurt. I’ll be quick.”

Carter slams all the way down until he is sheathed to the hilt, and I gasp at the small crack of agony left in the wake, how my muscles burn slightly, filled in a way I’ve never been before.

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