"Do it," he says again. "Want to watch you make yourself come."
I slide one hand between us, fingers finding my clit. It's swollen and sensitive, and even the lightest touch makes me gasp.
"Yes," Carter hisses. "Just like that. Make that pretty pussy come all over my cock."
I circle my clit with shaking fingers while continuing to bounce on his cock. The dual stimulation is overwhelming. Too much and not enough and absolutely perfect.
"Carter, fuck, I'm going to—"
"Come," he growls, his hips starting to thrust up to meet my downward movements. "Come right fucking now."
My whole body convulses, pussy clamping down on his cock as I scream his name. It's even more intense than the last two, starting in my core and radiating out until even my fingers and toes are tingling.
I collapse forward onto his chest, still impaled on his cock, trembling and gasping. "Oh my God. Oh fuck. That was… I can't…"
"I'm not done yet," Carter says.
Before I can process what he means, he's flipping us over, me on my back again, him hovering over me, still buried deep inside.
"One more," he says, pulling out and slamming back in. "Going to fuck you until I fill this pussy up. You want that? Want me to come inside you?"
"Yes," I gasp, even though I'm oversensitive, even though I'm not sure I can take more. "Yes, please, fill me up—"
He fucks me hard and fast, chasing his own release now. The wet sounds are even louder now. My pussy is absolutely soaked, dripping onto the sheets with every thrust. His cock slides in and out easily despite my tightness, and I can feel myself clenching around him involuntarily.
"So close," he grunts. "Fuck, Alice, your pussy feels too good—"
"Come," I beg, wrapping my legs around him again. "Come inside me, Carter. I want to feel it."
Three more hard thrusts and he's there. He buries himself to the hilt and groans, long and low and absolutely primal, as his cock pulses inside me. I can feel him coming, feel the warmth flooding me, and it triggers one more small orgasm that has me whimpering.
"Fuck," Carter breathes, collapsing partially on top of me, careful not to crush me with his full weight. "Fuck, that was—"
"Amazing," I finish, my hands stroking up and down his sweat-slicked back. "That was absolutely amazing."
We lie there for a long moment, both catching our breath, his cock still inside me starting to soften. I can feel his cum leaking out around his softening length, can feel the mess we've made of my sheets, and I don't care even a little bit.
Finally, Carter pulls out slowly. We both wince: me from the sensitivity, him probably from the same. He rolls to the side, pulling me with him until we're lying face to face.
"You okay?" he asks, brushing my hair back from my face.
"More than okay." I'm still trembling slightly, aftershocks of pleasure making my muscles twitch. "That was... I've never... nobody's ever made me feel like that."
Something warm and possessive flashes in his eyes. "Good."
My phone buzzes on the nightstand. Reality crashing back in. I reach for it with a shaking hand, already knowing who it is.
Claire: *Maya wants ice cream. We'll be at the park for another 30 min if you need more time. You're welcome.??*
I show Carter the text, "Your friend is something else," he says.
"She really is." I set the phone back down, looking at him. At this dangerous, beautiful man in my bed, who just gave me three orgasms and looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. "What happens now?"
"Now," Carter says, pulling me closer, "I take a very quick shower with you, we get dressed, and I go pick up my daughter. Then..." He pauses. "Then I'd like to take you both to dinner. If you want. Nothing fancy. Just... us."
"Us," I repeat, and the word feels significant. Like we're defining something, making it real.
"Yeah." His thumb brushes across my bottom lip. "Us. If you want there to be an us."