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“Fuck.” He slides in more of himself, and I glance down. Halfway in. “You’re taking it like such a good girl. Like such a good fucking girl.”
“I can take it all.”
“Yes, you fucking can.” And then he drives himself into me all the way, and my pussy clenches around him so tight and hard, I scream his name. “That’s right,” he says, and draws himself out of me. He slams home again, and the window beside us rattles.
“Carter.” I scream it, like a curse or a blessing or both. “Carter. Oh my God. Carter.”
He drives into me, again and again, and he manipulates my legs as he wants, unfazed by my weight in his arms, pressing me against the wall. We both watch his cock sliding in and out of me, glistening and hard.
“Look at that pretty pussy,” he says. “Who does it belong to?”
“You.”
“Nobody else touches this pussy again. Nobody. It’s mine,” he says, and spits on it. “Got it?”
“All yours,” I pant. “It belongs to you.”
He pounds into me again, adjusts us, and then rubs his thumb over my clit. That one tiny flick of motion is all it takes to send me over the edge. I slap my hands down on his shoulders and yell his name, my fingers digging into his flesh.
“Yes, come for me. Come for me.” He presses into me again and again, taking every beat of my orgasm to the next level, and I can’t believe it.
This is finally happening. We’re finally happening.
Carter pounds into me, one hand on my throat, squeezing gently, the other helping him work my body on his length, gripping my ass tight. He fucks me like he can’t get enough, like I’m the reason he’s waited, like I’m the only woman in the world.
I let out strangled moans, halfway between his name and wordless pleasure, and my second orgasm rocks through my body just as his dick grows thick inside me. Savage pulls out and aims himself at my clit. Thick ropes of cum hit my flesh, and I cry out.
He drives inside me again, still coming, and holds himself there, grunting, panting, eyes on me.
Twenty-Eight
SAVAGE
I carry Hannah to the bed, still deep inside her. She’s warm and velvet-soft, and I don’t want to pull out of her. Whatever spell we’re under, I don’t want it to break.
I’m expecting her to pull away, to tell me how broken I am.
She’s a princess, but I’ve just treated her like a whore, and it’s not how I wanted our first time to go. Not that I believed there would be a first time.
I lower her down on the sheets and lie on top of her, bracing my arms on either side of her body.
Hannah smiles at me, and it’s that smile that convinces me of how thoroughly fucked I am. Because I will do anything for that smile. I will burn down the world for her. I will break every promise.
“That was amazing,” she whispers, and presses a kiss to the tip of my nose.
I capture her lips with mine again, tasting the sweetness of her mouth.
She moans against me, her pussy tightening.
If she keeps this up, I’m going to be ready to go another time and fast. “You’re amazing,” I say, and then I pull back and frown at her, taking in her lips that are bruised red from our kisses, the rash of red across her chin from my beard. “Are you okay? Was I too rough?”
“You were perfect,” she says. “You were— I mean, let’s be real, I came seven times today.”
“Not enough.”
“The day’s not over yet.” She gives me another impish smile. I kiss her again.
Now that I’m allowing myself to do this, I can’t get enough. Enough of her kisses, the way she tastes, how she smells, her movements, her voice, her name on my lips. I’m already growing hard inside her again.
