The Game of A Life Time

Chapter 32- If I Killed Someone For You | Part Three

"For now, I want to be inside you."

That does it for me, one last kiss and I am down by his waist again. Unbuttoning his pants, I pull them off at lightning speed.

I tug off his boxers and his cock falls onto his stomach. It is bigger than I remember, much bigger. His cock stands up and is almost as big as my face, holy shit.

I tease him for a second by using the tip of my fingers on his head and dragging them down his length. He gets flustered and twitches against me.

Butterflies erupt in my core, I feel the heat rise and fall when push my tongue out to lick the tip of him. Suddenly, his hand grips my hair and pushes my head down.

Gagging, this is too much for me, I haven't done this in a while. He doesn't let up, "take all like a good girl."

Shit.

He makes me bob my head up and down and then releases me. I take his cock out of my mouth while I catch my breath.

Then he pushes my head down again, I repeat the same motions as before. His hips begin to buck up and I follow this pattern.

My scalp burns from his grip and I want to push away, but I keep going. He deserves this and so much more.

After a few more thrusts he releases me again. He sits up and grabs my waist to pull me onto him. Then, he gets off the couch with my legs around him and starts to walk up the stairs.

I attach my lips to his neck and suck on the sensitive part under his ear. He moans quietly and I bite down harder to make him moan again.

Using his hand to push a door open, I am thrown onto a bed and squeal in surprise. He licks his lips and jumps over the top of me.

"You are beautiful, baby."

He murmurs into my skin as he tracks small kisses on my neck and chest. I take my hands to lift my tank top up and he helps me. Left only in my underwear, he slides them to the side.

Once he places his thumb over my bundle of nerves, I push my hips up. "Ahh," the feeling is obliviating.

I forgot how his touch makes me feel inside. The wetness pools out of me and down my slit when he rubs his thumbs in circles. My juice makes noises and it is clear Carter is struggling to keep his hands from doing more damage.

"Please," I beg him.

He pushes his middle finger into me, "Are you a good girl?"

I nod, "mhm."

He tilts his head, "are you sure?"

"Y-yes," he curls his finger and makes me stutter.