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Right after she shoots, I make my move. Instead of taking my clear shot, I reach out and push her back against the wall. My lips find hers in the darkness, and I push hungrily into her mouth as I press my weight against her. When I finally raise my head, my body has hardened, and I hear her take in a raspy breath. I grin smugly down at her, feeling arrogantly pleased when I see her clear gray eyes are now cloudy with desire.
My eyes watch her as she turns her face up to mine with a sweet smile. Suddenly, my vest starts to flash brightly, indicating I’ve taken a direct hit. I frown down in shock, then notice that her laser gun is still pointed directly at my vest. She shot me!
With a wicked grin, she steps back, turns, and runs. I follow her in swift pursuit.
Twenty-Four
Anna
When we finally left the Main Event, it was late. Connor held the prizes from his tickets against his chest as if they were treasures. His tired but content grin made the night of fun a worthy celebration.
The heat smoldering in Carson’s eyes made the rest of the evening feel like foreplay. The lights blinked on when he caught me, and the laser game abruptly ended. Ever since that moment, there’s been a promise of retribution in his eyes that had me catching my breath in anticipation.
Carson is tucking Connor in. Our son was sound asleep when I left him. I shiver racks my body as I get ready for bed. Remembering the hot look in Carson’s eyes, I dressed for bed in a daring black lace teddy. When I hear him enter the bedroom, I step boldly out of the bathroom.
His eyes flare when he sees what I’m wearing. His gaze feels scorching as it rakes over my form. He quickly divests himself of his clothes and then turns toward me, his eager cock already at full staff as it stands proud against his stomach.
Carson’s eyes narrow as he demands in a gruff voice, “Come closer, Anna.” Another shiver courses through me as I slowly approach him. His eyes gleam with appreciation and lust as he studies my breasts through the provocative black lace. It hides nothing from his view. I feel my nipples pebble just from his gaze. I swallow thickly.
“You’re a wicked temptress, Anna.” His words are hot against my cheek as he leans in closer. I left my hair down, and it now falls in waves around my shoulders.
One eyebrow arches as I sink to my knees in front of him. I reach out and boldly wrap my hand around his engorged cock. I fist him and slowly stroke from root to tip. I hear him take in a ragged breath of air as I lean forward and softly blow across the tip. There’s a drop of precum, and I daintily give it a lick. I feel his hands as they roughly settle into my hair as he pulls me roughly forward. I open my lips to take his hardness into my mouth. His hips surge into me as he purposefully strokes in and out.
I continue to work him with my mouth and my hands as I lightly caress his balls. I can tell he’s close to losing control as he continues to pump between my lips. “I love to watch your lips as you take my cock into your mouth,” he says in a guttural tone. His hands in my hair tighten as his strokes become more aggressive.
Just as I deep-throat him, ready to take all he has to offer, he pulls my hair roughly, stopping me. “Wait,” he commands in a hoarse mutter. “I want to come inside you.” I blink up at him from the sudden interruption.
“Get on the bed,” following his demand, I turn around. At his harsh intake of breath, I smile, knowing he’s just noticed that my panties are a thong.
I crawl onto the mattress on all fours. He crawls onto the bed and positions himself behind me. I feel his blunt fingers as he slowly pushes aside the thong; his fingers continue to glide into my folds, probing my slick wetness. “You’re wet for me,” he says hoarsely.
Then I feel his hard grip on each hip right before he surges into me. His thrust is so powerful I fall face forward into the sheet. I quickly brace myself with my arms as there’s no stopping him. Like a freight train, he plows into me again and again. I rise up to meet his thrusts; the sex is wild and rough, and it’s such a turn-on.
I feel the tingle of my orgasm as it builds inside me. He must feel it, too, as he backs off on his thrusts. Slowing his pace while I pant in frustration. I was so close.
My legs quiver from my exertion in this position. He reaches for a pillow and shoves it under my belly. Then he begins to thrust again. If possible, he feels even harder, longer as he slams into me. My stomach muscles clench hard from the rough claiming of my body. He grunts as he continues to pound into me. I’m again close, and he again deliberately slows.
I whimper helplessly as my orgasm fades. “Carson, please,” I practically beg him to let me climax. “I thought you liked playing games, Anna.” He taunts me through gritted teeth. “Yes, but I’m… I’m so close. Carson, please!”
He leans forward over me as he whispers in my ear, “Who’s in control here, Anna?”
I remain silent, not wanting to answer him. I push back against him, urging him on. He ignores my movements. “Anna, who controls your body?” He demands again.
When I don’t answer him, he grinds out, “Who controls you? Say it,” he orders me roughly.
I open my mouth, helpless against his demands, “You do.” I finally admit in surrender, desperate for him to continue.
At my agreement, he forcefully thrust into me, and my climax again starts to build.
“Now, Anna. Come now.” He commands me hoarsely through gritted teeth. His palm stings as it makes contact in a hard smack against my ass cheek. At the slap, my entire body clenches uncontrollably as I’m finally allowed to climax, and I shout out his name as I come hard.
I feel his body climax with me, and he emits a low groan. Then, the weight of his heavy body leans against me, and my arms collapse. We both fall against the bed. Spent. He rolls to his side, taking me with him. All my energy is gone. I feel his arms pull me until he’s curled around my back. Exhausted, I close my eyes and let sleep take me.
When I wake in the morning, I’m alone in the bed. I reach over, and the other side of the bed is cool. Carson’s been up for a while. There’s a beam of sunlight showing between the blinds. I’ve overslept.
I give a lazy stretch. I glance down, and I’m still wearing my lingerie from the night before. Seeing the black lace against my skin, I feel a surge of womanly satisfaction. A secret smile plays on my lips, and I remember Carson’s reaction when he saw me wearing it.
I crawl out of bed and then listen at the door. I smile when I hear Connor’s boisterous laughter. And in the background, there is the sound of funny cartoon characters. I smile as I remember it’s Saturday morning. Knowing I have no reason to hurry. I head for the shower.
