Page 7 of Carter

This woman was ready to offer me a night of wild passion, and there was no way I’d turn her down right now.

Her hands closed around my stone-hard erection, and a loud growl escaped my lips.

Savannah stroked me over the fabric of my pants and swallowed every sound tumbling out of my mouth.

With expert fingers, she bunched her dress around her hips and guided my hand between her legs. I squeezed the soft skin of her thigh, making her yelp as I kissed her, both of us fighting to get the upper end. It was a battle. One I intended to win.

My fingers moved north and brushed the warm, moist flesh ready for me. Savannah wore no underwear. Did she spend her entire night commando, or did she remove them for me? Either way, the thought of it got me harder.

I slid one finger inside her tight channel, her warm moisture coating my finger as it dived in and out of her at a fast pace. She tilted her head back and purred. I almost came undone just at the sound of her.

“You’re so wet.”

She crashed her lips on mine.

“No talking, just fucking.”

Fine with me.

I entered a second, then a third finger inside her and curved them just at the right angle to make her purr louder.

With my other hand, I pushed the strap of her dress down and exposed her bare chest. I grabbed a handful of one of her breasts. There was nothing natural about them, but they were still a sin, filling my hand to the brim. I leaned forward and circled one hard nipple with the tip of my tongue. Savannah writhed under my touch.

The base of my spinal cord tingled.

Something broke in me. I fished my wallet from my jacket pocket and grabbed one of the condoms kept in there.

“You want to get fucked, then I’ll fuck you till the morning.”

Savannah’s smile grew devilish.

Something dark shone in her eyes as she released me from the tightness of my pants.

Once I suited my dick up, I rammed into her from underneath, my hold on her hips firm.

The whole alphabet of sounds escaped her plump red lips.

“Harder,” she demanded as I plunged in and out of her.

The car stopped, and we both stared at each other, breathless. Was my face as flushed as hers? For once, I was glad I hadn’t shaved my short stubble tonight.

“We’d better finish it upstairs.” Savannah nodded as she pushed her sinful tits back inside her dress.

Now that I knew how they looked and how they felt, I wanted another taste of them.

To drown into her mass of flesh.

We made it to the room, our hands unable to let go of each other, our tongues entangled in a dirty tango.

I’d fucked my share of women in the last five years—since Carter Hills Band released its first single and soared to stardom—but I’d never kissed a woman like this before. It was like she could swallow my tongue along with my tonsils. All of it.

Would she feel as good around my cock?

This wasn’t love or any other shit we saw in movies. This was pure wicked lust.

The door to the room wasn’t even shut and already I was on my back, Savannah Prince freeing my cock and engulfing its length in her mouth. All of it. The tip pushed against the back of her throat with every thrust of my hips.

I fisted her hair, setting the rhythm.