Page 75 of Unleashed By Eden

From this position, all I can see are his thighs and the swing of his balls, so I close my eyes and let everything boil down to sensation and trust. He pins my wrists to the mattress as he pushes deeper, testing how far he can go.

I gag once, twice, eyes watering, and he pulls out for me to drag in air. Spit sticks to his length and strings between us, but then he drives back in, a little deeper.

“That’s it, Storm,” he rasps. “Open up for me.”

My throat bulges around him. I time my inhales to the moments he draws back, my whole world shrinking to the stretch, the burn. I’m wetter than I’ve been all day, from nothing more than being held, used, and watched. His Jacob’s Ladder scrapes against my throat every time he thrusts in. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s . . . an unusual feeling.

When he finally sinks as deep as he can go, he picks up the pace, hips driving in a relentless tempo that feels more like he’s fucking my pussy than my throat. His balls hit my nose, and the lack of oxygen sends a rush through my veins that turns everything inside me incandescent.

All I can do is lie here, snatching breaths when I can, trying not to fixate on the throb between my legs. Every time he slides in, he holds me there a little longer before pulling back. This time, my pussy contracts, and I’m teetering on the brink.

He lets go of my wrists. One hand drops to my clit, fingers finding it immediately, circling in tight, ruthless strokes. His other hand wraps around my throat, thumb pressed over the spot where he’s inside me.

He squeezes.

When he thrusts in again, the pressure around my throat increases. It’s almost like he’s jerking himself off from both sides, inside and out. I can’t moan or say his name. There is no air left for sound. My whole body is one long, desperate line of want and trust.

Black dots press in at the corners of my vision. My clit throbs under his fingers. My lungs scream. Every time he holds himself there, buried deep, it winds me tighter, to the point where the lack of breath and the pleasure start to blur.

He pulls back; oxygen floods my lungs, spreading through my cells, and my body ignites. The orgasm tears me apart from the inside. The black dots encroaching on my vision fade and are replaced by a blinding white light. Everything goes hazy, my mind goes blank, my body convulses.

I lose all sense of time and space. It’s the biggest drop into ecstasy I’ve ever experienced.

When my vision clears, Carter is crouched over me, panting and blinking hard. My jaw aches, and there’s hot wetness cooling on my chest.

I glance down.

My tits are painted in his cum, my skin streaked white and glistening.

“Jesus Christ,” he manages, dropping onto the bed beside me and throwing an arm over his eyes. “That was . . .”

“The best head you’ve ever had?” I supply, proud of making him lose his mind. It was hands down the best for me. My pussy is still clenching at nothing, aftershocks rippling through me.

He laughs breathlessly. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.”

His phone chimes somewhere near his hip. He peels his arm off his face, grabs it and squints at the screen

“Food’s arrived. We should clean up.”

“Good,” I say, rolling off the bed. “I’m starving.”

The blood rushes out of my head the second I stand and the room sways. My knees dip.

“I’ve got you.” Carter catches my arm before I face-plant. Without warning, he bends, shoves his shoulder into my stomach, and lifts me over him in a fireman’s carry.

“Carter, what the fuck?!”

He smacks my ass hard. “Silence, woman.”

I laugh against his back, my body limp over his shoulder, still blissfully floating.

Dinner can wait ten more minutes.

Chapter twenty-two

Carter

Our hands are glued together by the time we reach the top floor, sweat slick between our palms. She could’ve let go in the elevator, at any of the million chances on the way up. But she didn’t. Now there’s a whole suite of people about to see us.