A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)

“Carter.” She groaned when he resisted her impatient hands. “Stop teasing.”

 

He chuckled into her right breast and squeezed her left one. He moved over her and flicked at her lips with his tongue. Her hands grabbed his ass, nipping the skin with her nails.

 

“Fuck. That feels good,” he muttered into her neck.

 

She did it again, lifted her legs up to her sides, and rested her heels on his lower back.

 

Carter hissed and dropped his head back as the tip of his cock brushed her wetness. Her heat was extraordinary. His hands cupped the sides of her face and he moved his lips across hers, languid and worshipful.

 

Dammit, he couldn’t wait to be in her. He moved his hips minutely.

 

Yes, so deep, wet, tight, and—

 

Fuck.

 

He dropped his face onto her shoulder with a heavy thump and yelled loudly into her skin as his hips retreated. His cock rested heavy and hard on her thigh.

 

“Carter?” Kat asked nervously. Her hands rubbed down his back.

 

He smacked his hand down on the mattress by Kat’s head, ready to throw himself under a bus, or a cab, or fucking both, and lifted his head while avoiding her gaze.

 

He silently fumed, glaring at the pillow above her head. “I— Shit, I don’t have any condoms.” And why would he? He’d been in prison for the best part of two years. Not much tail to be had there. “Kat?” he asked, in confusion. She looked nervous and she was definitely blushing. “What is it?”

 

“Well, I—” She cleared her throat and started to make small circles on his shoulder with her fingertip. “I am covered, I mean, you know. And I’m clean.”

 

“Covered?” he repeated.

 

“Mmhm. And you have to go for your checkups, right?” she asked, to which he nodded like a mute idiot. “So, we know you’re clean. And I trust you. That is, if you trust me?”

 

She was adorably uneasy as she finished her sentence and her eyes were suddenly everywhere but on Carter’s face. He lifted her chin and kissed her.

 

“I am clean,” he said, his eyes flickering between hers. “And I do trust you.” He kissed both of her cheeks. “With my life,” he added quietly. “But I’ll only do this if you’re sure.”

 

She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and pressed her heels right back into his ass, lifting her hips to his.

 

“I’m really, really sure.”

 

Carter moaned and shifted back to his original position. The tip of his cock slid along her.

 

Kat whimpered into his mouth. “I want to feel every inch of you.”

 

With a loud groan, Carter moved his arms underneath her, gripping her shoulders, anchoring himself, crushing her to him. He needed to be secured to something for fear he would lose his damn mind when he put himself inside her.

 

“You ready for me?” he asked, stroking her face.

 

“I’ve always been ready.” She pressed her lips to his.

 

“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” Carter breathed when their foreheads met.

 

He knew he should have said something more profound, but words escaped him. Keeping his eyes on hers, Carter waited. Kat’s hand gripped him, guiding him toward her heat. Once she released him and smiled, Carter pushed forward slowly, and the tip of his cock slipped into her.

 

They both gasped at the sensation and Kat’s hips jerked. Carter held her shoulders tightly and opened his mouth against hers, breathing and gasping, all hot breath and wet lips. Kat mewed and closed her eyes. Carter pushed a little more and grunted into her cheek.

 

Kat bowed under him when—unable to stop himself—he pushed harder, sliding farther, until his hips were flush with hers, and he was fully sheathed within her. Kat cried out loudly, and tightened her thighs around his waist and her arms around his neck.

 

“Carter,” she moaned and kissed his throat when his head fell back in utter ecstasy.

 

His eyes rolled. “You feel—it feels …”

 

“Perfect.”

 

Yes, it was, and Carter could do nothing but bask in having Kat all around him.

 

“Move in me.”

 

Leaning his head close to hers, watching her face as it twisted and contorted wonderfully, Carter pulled his hips back bit by bit before pushing back in. A shaky moan rumbled through him at the concentration it took not to pump his hips hard. He pulled back again, her body gripping, and caressing, the entire length of him. It was magnificent.

 

Running his hand down from her shoulder to her hip, Carter continued with long, deliberate, patient strokes while his mouth began to devour the woman in his arms. Kat was equally hungry for Carter’s mouth. She sucked on his lips as he moved in her.

 

Kat whimpered, pushing her breasts up, rubbing her nipples against his. Her face was spectacular as he thrust deeply. Her brow furrowed above dark, lustful eyes, and her lips pursed. Carter could see a small sprinkling of sweat on her cheeks that sparkled when the light from the doorway hit her.

 

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