Page 103 of Pink and Country

Carter’s eyes inched closer to mine and sucked me into their depths, a turmoil taking over all my senses.

Carter made me his prey.

Towering over me almost a foot more in height, I knew I was no match to him.

The desire in his gaze held me hostage.

I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t move.

Watching him closely, I held my breath, waiting for his next move.

His hand ventured to my inner thighs, and he ripped my black panties with a twist of his wrist. He placed the ruined fabric in his back pocket. The throbbing of my heart shook my entire body.

My dress being dangerously short, I felt the cold air from the ventilation shaft against my soaked center, making me shiver with lust.

Before Carter could make another move, I dropped to my knees and unbuttoned his pants with unsteady fingers, craving the taste of him.

His length greeted me with a salute, and I teased the tip with my thumb. My tongue ran the spread of it, leaving a trail of moisture on his soft, yet hard underneath, flesh. Silk over iron. A shiver traveled through him. I smiled as a groan left his mouth. I had all the control and relished every second of it. My mouth watered as I engulfed most of him, taking my time to rob Carter of any self-restraint, my hand pumping his velvety shaft. I released him with a pop and licked the sensitive tip.

Carter pulsed between my lips.

I teased him with flicks of my tongue, making him beg for more.

Carter’s fingers fisted my hair and guided the rhythm of my mouth.

He cursed my name under his breath, and I sucked him harder and deeper.

Buried in my mouth, he tensed. His cock grew larger and thicker, and a soft whimper escaped my lips.

Our eyes met and his, now almost black, glared with a hint of hot and devilish lust. No trace of their usual hypnotizing gray hue. Carter wet his lips, and his Adam’s apple worked hard.

I relished the feeling of him in my mouth, stroking, licking, and teasing his hard flesh until his head tilted back.

“Oh, fucking God, April.”

This wouldn’t end so fast. I rose to my feet, and Carter lifted me up until my ass rested on the railing of the car. He pinned me against the wall, his hands clutching my hipbones. With one motion of his hips, he entered me, and I cried out loud, enjoying the feeling of him stretching me. I moaned, and my head hit the wall behind me as Carter halted his momentum, giving me time to adjust to his girth.

In search of balance, I lifted an arm over my head, my hand sliding, palm open, slowly down the mirrored wall as Carter pounded into me with no mercy.

My heels kicked his ass cheeks as he rode me faster. My hips rolled back, deepening our physical connection.

The pleasure building inside me threatened to shatter me. I cried. My walls tensed, clenching around Carter’s thick cock, the rawest form of pleasure washing over me. Before either of us could come, Carter stopped and slid out of me. My body suffered the withdrawal immediately.

He backed away, his buttoned-up shirt wrinkled. Carter said nothing, his eyes locked on mine. My heart hammered in my chest cavity. Goosebumps popped all over my skin. I stared at him, breathless.

Carter pushed the elevator button, and the car continued its ascension, bringing us to the forty-eighth floor, giving me some time to adjust my dress and fix my hair in the car wall mirror. His eyes were two dark, lustful abysses.

Taylor and Ed waited for us in the hallway when the doors opened. They kept a straight face at our sight. Our flushed cheeks, dark eyes, and disheveled appearance doing nothing to hide what just happened.

The men moved forward, and Ed swept the small space we stepped out of before leading us to our room. Carter kept his hand on my ass, hiding my bare cheeks from his security guys.

I stumbled on my heels, and he caught my wrist. Our eyes, still dripping with lust, met, and I looked away to prevent myself from eating him right there in the hallway of one of the poshest hotels in New York City.

I tried to act cool and unaffected as if my entire world hadn’t been shaken up minutes ago but doubted I pulled it off. My tongue grazed my lips, remembering him in my mouth.

“We made sure there were no cameras in the elevator,” I heard Ed whispering in Carter’s ear. Carter nodded his appreciation and slapped him on the back.

A bucket of ice with a bottle of pink champagne awaited us in our suite. After they rounded the place to make sure everything was fine, Ed and Taylor left us. Alone. Horny. Needy. I leaned against the closed door, my breathing shallow. Carter handed me a glass of the pink bubbled delicacy. He leaned against the loveseat facing me, his arms folded over his chest. He eye-fucked me without blinking. If my panties were still on, they’d combust under the heat of his stare.