Free Carter's Cuffs by Lacey Alexander Page B

thighs. Her panties were soaked and it made his cock strain in his jeans. Oh yeah, she wanted this, all right—she wanted it with just as much ferocity as he did.
    “Your pussy’s so wet,” he growled between suckling her breasts.
    She answered by thrusting against his hand.
    He moaned in response, rubbing the damp, swollen mound in a hot, hard rhythm he hoped she felt in her clit. “That’s right, baby,” he told her between heated breaths. “Fuck my hand.”
    Her heavy breathing replaced the night’s silence, hot and beautiful. Carter had never realized how quiet it was where they lived late at night—in Green Valley, an outlying suburb twenty minutes from the Strip. But he noticed it now, because Erin’s beautiful panting noises were all he could hear and they filled his senses as she moved on his fingers.
    Needing more of her—damn, it was heaven to finally be holding her, finally have the control to do what he wanted with her—he shoved her silk panties roughly aside and sank his touch to her wet folds. “Oh God, yeah,” he said, his fingers instantly drenched with her desire. He rubbed her, really felt her, exploring her cunt the way he’d wanted to the other night. He raked his fingers deep through the warm, damp furrow, enjoying her noises of pleasure, then he traveled farther, farther, until he sensed the spot where she opened. His blood ran hot as he thrust two fingers up inside.
    “Oh!” she cried, louder than before, so he quieted her with another hard kiss. He moved his fingers in and out of that hot, wet passage where his cock had been only a few nights ago, but somehow this felt more intimate to him—because he could touch her now, make her feel things, make her respond.
    He loved how she met the rough kisses he slanted across her mouth, loved how her breasts jiggled against his chest, loved how damn wet she was for him. “Dirty girl,” he whispered heatedly.
    “You make me dirty.”
    “I like you dirty.”
    She met his gaze, her lips swollen, eyes wild. “Then fuck me,” she said.
    He’d never imagined she would ask under the current circumstances, but he liked it, and he told her so with another bruising kiss. Reaching under her dress, he found the elastic at her hips and yanked it toward her knees in a rush, until it fell in a small heap around her ankles, over top the sexy black heels she wore. Glancing down, he let the sight increase his arousal, and he worked at his jeans until he could shove them down, spread them open, his hard shaft bursting free.
    “Ohhh…” she purred at the sight of it, and he could have sworn he grew another inch.
    “You like this, baby? You want it?”
    She clenched her teeth lightly, her brown eyes so wide and hungry in that moment that she looked just as reckless as he felt. “You know I do,” she said, her voice sounding a little strangled. “Take me. Fuck me. Now.”
    Oh God—that was all he needed to hear. And she was so wet and ready that he could smell her, the sweet scent of her pussy wafting to greet him as he pushed her slinky dress up around her hips. She automatically hooked one leg around his thigh, the pointed heel of her shoe digging into his flesh in back as she used the leverage to pull him closer. He locked both hands onto her sweet, round ass and thrust his cock inside her.
    They both cried out and he hoped to God no one had heard.
    And then he looked into her eyes.
    He’d planned to fuck her hard, be relentless, give her the most brutal pounding she’d ever had.
    But somehow things slowed then, turned more rhythmic. It was the way she moved so deliberately, the way he sensed she needed to feel him. It was the languid, sexy, needful look in her eyes. It was how she arched against him, her body seeming to roll against him like a wave against the shore, again, again. Hot, slow—a sexy cadence he couldn’t fight.
    He picked her up, lifting her ass in his palms. “Wrap your legs around me,” he instructed, breathless.
    She did