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

Carter panted. He licked her neck up to her ear and pushed into her again. Kat bit her lip before she lifted her hips, making Carter moan. He’d never been that vocal during sex before, but goddamn, no sex had ever felt this good before.

 

Kat’s head dropped back and her hands pulled urgently at his waist. “You feel so good inside me, Carter.”

 

“Holy shit.” Carter covered her mouth with his. “Don’t,” he mumbled with a shake of his head.

 

Her dirty little words would be all he would need to end him.

 

“Can you go faster?”

 

He replied with a sharp shove of his cock that made Kat’s breath catch and her body rise. “But if I do, I won’t be able to stop.” He glanced down between their bodies to watch himself move in her. He twitched at the sight. “You feel too good.”

 

He moved his right arm from her hip and grabbed hold of her thigh, pushing her leg up farther so her knee was near his shoulder. The angle must have been a good one, because the groan that left her was stunning.

 

“There?” Carter asked in between deep loud pants. “You want it right there?”

 

He pushed harder and his eyes nearly dropped from their damn sockets when he slipped in even deeper. His hips began to move faster.

 

Kat cried out. “Don’t stop.”

 

Carter was pretty damn certain wild fucking horses wouldn’t have been able to stop his ass. “Does it feel good?” His mouth latched on to her neck, where he began sucking and licking.

 

“Yes. Yes.”

 

He moaned and thrust twice, sure and hard, making Kat’s back lift from the bed. She held him closely, her nails making deep grooves into the flesh of his back. He wanted her to mark him. He wanted her brand on him.

 

His hips began slapping the backs of her thighs, hard. “I want …” The feel of her around him, her sounds, and smells were too much. He was starting to lose himself and he didn’t know whether to feel elated or scared to death.

 

“Anything.” She bit his earlobe, sensing his panic. “Have anything.”

 

“I need harder.” He released her other shoulder and placed his palm on the mattress by her head. “I want you harder.”

 

Kat ran her hand across his hair. “You want to fuck me, Carter?”

 

All he could do was curse loudly in reply. He wanted more.

 

He rotated his hips and slammed into her. Kat yelled and Carter felt his body start to heat from the inside out, as his thrusts became firm and sure. His eyes shut of their own accord.

 

His body was no longer his own. It belonged to her. He was sucking air in through his teeth, every muscle in his body screaming for release. The sheets were just about ready to rip, he was gripping them so hard, and the headboard of the bed had begun to tap solidly against the wall.

 

“Please.” Kat gripped his face and brought his ear to her soft lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

 

Carter flew upright onto his knees, holding his weight as he pulled Kat’s body flush against his, her breasts crushed between them, gripping her by the hip and shoulder, and began pounding into her, deep, powerful strokes that made Kat scream. She clawed at him while his mouth bit and smothered as much of her as he was able, while the cries of “fuck,” “harder,” and “Kat” filled the room until the walls could barely contain them.

 

Carter simply couldn’t stop fucking the beautiful woman in his arms. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted this forever. He wanted her forever. He wanted to have this moment on loop for the rest of his life. Her taste. Her smell. The small cries of pleasure she was breathing in his ear. The shouts for more and the sounds of their bodies slamming together.

 

He gasped when their mouths met again, teeth and tongues everywhere at once.

 

And then Carter felt it.

 

Deep in his stomach as his balls tightened again, and his thighs took on a life of their own.

 

He was coming.

 

He tried to tell her. But Kat merely held on to him and rode every thrust. Carter buried his face into her hair and grunted in sync with the delicious sound of slapping skin. But suddenly, Kat’s body changed. She became rigid in his arms.

 

Her eyes widened in surprise. “Oh God. It’s … it’s right there.”

 

Carter clenched his teeth, willing his orgasm to hold off. This was what he’d dreamed about: Kat, in his arms, coming all over him. And he’d be damned if he’d miss a second of it.

 

Her head fell back and her hips swiveled, seeking out any kind of friction. Carter’s thumb was immediately on her, flicking, pinching, and rubbing the pleasure out of her. She was so slick. Carter gasped out her name.

 

“Please,” he begged, biting down on her shoulder. “Please. What can I do?” Carter’s thrusts started to become sloppy and out of rhythm. “Goddammit, Kat, tell me.”

 

She lifted her head. Her eyes hooded, dark, and full of passion. “Kiss me.”

 

So he did. With his nose crushed against her face, Carter smashed his mouth to hers, sliding his tongue in and out, fucking her in every way possible. She responded almost instantly. Her arms tightened around his neck, and her legs jerked at his sides as her thighs held his waist in a bone-crushing grip.

 

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