“Fuck, baby, you taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever tasted,” Carson growls the words into my pussy.
My breath hitches in my chest, not just at the sensation of the vibration of his words, but from the words themselves. I never thought I would be into dirty talk, but every dirty word that comes out of his mouth ratchets up my desire until I’m ready to come out of my skin.
I’m about to start begging for more when he licks around my sensitive clit, never actually touching the little bundle of nerves. Then he licks downward, rimming my entrance before fucking his tongue into me.
“Jesus, you’re tight. You’re gonna strangle my cock with this tight little pussy, aren’t you?”
My moans are my only answer as he thrusts his tongue in and out of me, causing my back to arch and me to cry out. He works his way back up to my clit, licking it gently while he slowly works one thick finger inside me.
“Oh God, Carson,” I gasp at the sensation of being filled for the first time with someone else’s fingers. “More… please…”
He growls into me, slowly working a second finger inside me. The stretching sensation is almost too much to bear, and I nearly come with just one stroke. He works up a slow rhythm, fucking me with those thick, work rough fingers of his until I’m whimpering for more. And he gives me more. He hooks his fingers inside me, hitting my g-spot with every thrust of his fingers.
I fist the sheets in my hands, needing something to hold on to. Something to keep me grounded as my orgasm barrels through me like a runaway freight train. My back arches and my screams of completion fill the room. I expect him to crawl up my body and thrust into me with his thick length, but he doesn’t. He just keeps licking and sucking at my clit until I’m pushed into another orgasm. Only then does he slowly kiss his way up my body.
I’m not sure when he lost his own clothes, but I’m not complaining. A naked Carson is a sight to behold. He’s all cut muscles and tattooed skin. He’s a work of art, and right now, he’s all mine. I reach for him, wanting to touch his perfection, but he catches my hands up in one of his and pins them above my head.
My heart races, and my body responds with a resounding ‘yes.’ I love how dominant he is in the bedroom. He’s dirty and bossy, and I love that he’s in control. He finally kisses his way up my neck and to my lips. I can taste myself on him when he deepens the kiss, and I moan. It feels wanton and dirty to be able to taste myself on him. He’s sharing my release in a way that I never thought I would like. He’s right that I taste sweet and a little tangy. I kiss him with my own fierce possession.
I moan when he lines his cock up with my pussy and slowly enters me one thick inch at a time. “Fuck, you’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
I groan at the intrusion, but it feels incredible. The stretch is utterly perfect. Made even more perfect by the fact that it’s Carson. “You won’t.” I cup his cheek with my newly freed hands and pull his lips to mine. I kiss him softly at first, then with more passion. “Please, don’t hold back,” I beg. I don’t want to be treated with kid gloves. I want all of him—every bit.
He takes me at my word and pushes his thick cock in until he’s bottomed out, stretching me. It feels so good, and I tell him so. He groans as he slowly pulls out, then pushes back inside. I wrap my legs around him, urging him on. Then he lets go. He starts moving faster, harder, with more purpose. I can feel my orgasm building. This one even stronger than the last. I couldn’t hold it back if I tried, and when Carson grabs my ass to the point of pain, I come.
I come because I know I’ll be wearing the marks of his fingers. I come because he’s fucking me not like a virgin but like a man completely lost to the moment. Exactly like I want. He pulls out, and I whimper, not wanting to be done. I want more. I’m hungry for it. I squeal when he flips me to my hands and knees. His hand cracking down on my ass.
“You like driving me crazy with this hot little cunt, don’t you?” he growls as he enters me in one hard thrust.
“Yes! Yes, Carson. More. Fuck me.”
If I thought he let loose of his control before, I was wrong. This is him letting go. His hips slap against my ass as he fucks me with wild abandon. His hand cracks down on my ass over and over, causing me to cry out and beg him for more. I never, ever thought I would like it like this. When I imagined losing my virginity, it was always sweet and slow. Making gentle love with some nice guy, not this possessive out of control moment of perfection.
I realize now that I would never be satisfied with some nice guy. I need this. I need his fierceness. He spanks me again, and my orgasm comes out of nowhere, blinding me. I’m not even coherent when he flips me back to my back and enters me again. This time he’s making love exactly how I pictured. His thrusts are slow and measured as he looks deep into my eyes. The emotion wells up inside me as we both chase our releases.
The orgasm rolls through me, no less incredible than the ones he forced from my body. This one
