Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99313 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“I know,” he groans.
The sound of his walls tumbling down is a beautiful thing.
I glance at my purse on the floor next to my shoes. “There’s a condom in my bag.”
He thrusts against me before rolling to the side and flopping onto his back where he throws a thick arm over his eyes. Part of me expects him to hop off the bed and bolt for the door.
I pad over to my purse and rifle through the contents looking for the condom I always keep with me. I’m a safety girl. I’d rather be prepared than get caught up in a situation where I’m not thinking clearly.
Once I have the foil packet in hand, I crawl onto the bed and on top of Carter. He’s bare chested. The athletic shorts that cover him rest low on his hips, showing off the sexy V that dips beneath them. Taking control of the situation, I grab the elastic band and ease them down his waist.
A little thrill shoots through me at the realization that he’s completely bare beneath the shorts. No boxer briefs in sight. He lifts his hips and I slide the material down his thighs before tossing them to the floor.
I take a moment to admire the utter perfection that is Carter Prescott. His body fascinates me. From the bulge of his biceps to his sculpted shoulders. His chiseled chest, narrow waist, and thick muscular thighs.
And then there’s the manscaping…so damn sexy. I run my fingers over his balls and along the thick ridge of his cock. Everything is soft. I could play here for hours.
But I won’t.
Instead, I rip open the condom package and pull out the rubber. There isn’t anything sexy about condoms. But then again, there’s nothing sexy about STDs either.
I stroke Carter’s erection a few more times and slip the latex over him. I know I’ve said it before, but he’s just so big! It’s not that I’m afraid he’ll split me in two—that’s just ridiculous—but it’s going to be a tight fit.
Once the rubber reaches the base, I kneel above him, aligning the tip of his erection with my entrance before carefully lowering myself down. The way his girth stretches my inner muscles makes me moan.
Yes, there’s a bite of pain, but it can’t dull the pleasure radiating through me as I take him into my body.
When he’s about halfway in, Carter groans. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
He holds his body still, allowing me to set the pace. Once I’m fully seated, I sit upright with our bodies joined. I’ve slept with my fair share of guys, but this is something altogether different.
Carter’s cock pulses inside my warmth. Even through the latex, I feel it. With his gaze holding mine, he rolls his hips. It’s a gentle movement.
When his thickness slides in an inch further, my head falls back, and I whimper. The way our smooth skin slides against one another is dizzying. Pleasure radiates throughout my entire being. It’s like throwing a stone in a calm pool of water and watching the ripples fan outward.
Carter bites his lip and quickens the pace. His dick slides further out before thrusting home again. His hands settle on my hips, holding me in place. With every movement, he pushes me closer to shattering.
As much as I want this to last—even five more minutes—that’s not going to happen. The moment that thought flits through my brain, my body splinters apart. My inner muscles clench his cock. Carter grits his teeth and arches his back, groaning out his release.
With my body limp and sated, I collapse on top of him in an exhausted heap. The side of my face rests against his chest. I close my eyes and listen to the thumping of his heart. It doesn’t make sense that I would find the sound comforting. But I do. And when he wraps his arms around my body and holds me close, I realize another truth.
“This isn’t going to be a one-time thing, is it?” I whisper.
“No,” he sighs. “I don’t think so.”
“Good.” Relief rushes through me.
This has only begun, I’m not ready for it to be over just yet.
27
CARTER
“What the hell kind of play was that?” I grumble, jumping from the chair and throwing my hands in the air.
I glance at Noah, who sits next to Ashley. Daisy is perched on the couch next to them.
I wave my hand toward the big screen TV and collapse onto my favorite recliner where I’ve taken up sentinel for the game. “Did you see that?”
Noah shakes his head and mutters something under his breath regarding the turnover that has given possession to the other team. It’s Sunday afternoon and we’re camped out at the apartment watching the Tennessee game. It’s a tradition during football season for the three of us. I’m on my gameday recliner because it’s good luck.