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His cock throbs between my legs and I lift my head, my eyes immediately finding his. His pupils dilate, focusing in on me as he stares back at me. My hands move down to the waistband of his pants and just barely push beneath the elastic as I drag my fingers against his skin.

“Andalina,” he murmurs. My name sounds like a desperate plea falling from his lips.

“Shh,” I whisper, removing my fingers from his waistband as I gently lift myself from his lap. “Let me take care of you,” I tell him, pushing his knees apart as I settle onto the floor between them. He drops his chin closer to his chest, his eyes locked on mine as I reach for his waist again.

The red script along his ribs catches my eyes. Emotion washes over me as I see it’s Matteo’s name written in a beautiful script font. I tenderly touch the skin around it that isn’t irritated.

Carson’s eyes search mine once more and I drop my hands back to the waistband of his pants. He rises to his feet and I move backwards on my knees, my toes brushing against the wall as he stalks closer. Reaching for his pants, I push them down beneath his ass, his cock springs free and juts out, hard and thick, in front of my face. My eyes drop to the tip and it throbs as I wrap my hand around the base, slowly stroking his length before running my tongue along the bead of pre-cum that forms.

“Jesus Christ, Andi,” he moans, his chin touching his chest as he braces himself with his casted hand against the wall behind me. He drops his left hand to my head and grabs a handful of my hair, wrapping it around his hand until his fist is near my skull. “Look at you.”

A ghost of a smile dances across my lips and I feel my cunt throbbing, still dripping from the orgasm he gave me. I like seeing him like this, like he can barely control himself. I can’t wait to see what he looks like when he’s losing himself inside my mouth.

His eyes are glued to mine as I open wide and take as much of his cock inside my mouth as I can. The underside is like silk against my tongue and the corners of my mouth scream in protest from how large he is. I take him in until the tip reaches the back of my throat, even with my hand wrapped around the shaft.

“Fuck,” he groans, his eyes rolling back in his head, eyelids fluttering shut. His nostrils flare, and his grip tightens around my hair. He presses his fist against the back of my head, just resting it there as I begin to move, sucking him in and out of my mouth.

I pump my hand in tandem with my mouth, bobbing back and forth as I inhale as much of him as I can. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth, wetting my hand, but I ignore it as I keep moving, using it as lubricant with my spit already around his cock. A groan rumbles in Carson’s chest and he opens his eyes, staring down at me in awe.

His eyes are hooded, darkened with lust. “You look so fucking sexy with my cock shoved down your throat.”

It’s difficult to smile around his length, but my lips lift and his words fuel me, creating a need inside of me to make him come. He bucks his hips, thrusting into my mouth, knocking against the back of my throat. I gag around him, tears immediately spring to my eyes but I quickly recover.

Carson holds my head, guiding me as he meets me with his own thrusts, although this time, he’s gentle, holding back as to not make me gag again. I moan around him, sucking him in deeper, not caring when the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat over and over.

“Goddamn, you take me like you were made to suck my cock,” he groans, fucking my face harder. “I’m going to come and I want you to swallow every last drop.”

My head bobs, saliva dripping from my mouth, tears drying on my cheeks from choking on him. I cup his balls with my other hand to massage them while fucking him with my mouth. Carson lets out a string of curses and moans, his head falling back as his hips buck again.

His hold tightens on my skull, fire spreading along my nerves from how tightly he’s gripping it. His body tenses, his muscles constricting as his balls draw closer to his body. “Fuck, Andi,” he moans, his body immediately relaxing as his orgasm tears through him. His hips buck and my mouth is flooded with his salty release, spurts hitting the back of my throat.

I swallow him down, and continue to suck him, moving my mouth and hand along his length. I don’t stop until I’m swallowing the last drop of him. I slowly release him, and wipe the saliva away from the corners of my mouth with the back of my hand as he releases his grip on my hair.

Carson stares down at me, his hands stroke the sides of my face before dragging me back up to my feet. Then he bends back down to pull his boxer briefs and sweatpants up. He lifts his good hand to my face once more, his thumb dragging across my bottom lip before he presses his lips to mine.

His tongue sweeps along the seam of my mouth, my lips hesitantly parting. He kisses me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine. His hands find my waist and he spins me toward the bed, slowly lowering me onto the mattress, although he doesn’t follow.

He hovers above me, his mouth just barely grazing mine.

“I should go before I end up crawling into bed with you,” he murmurs, dragging the covers up over my body as he presses his lips to my forehead.

“Would that be such a bad thing?”

He stares down at me, tilting his head to the side. He’s silent for a moment, conflict dancing in his irises. “I don’t know,” hesays softly, his eyebrows pulling together. “I don’t want either of us getting the wrong idea.”

“I’m a big girl, Carson,” I tell him as I reach for his arms in an effort to pull him down to me. “I can protect myself.”

He doesn’t say a word and his brows furrowed as if he’s at war with himself. “Fuck it.” He climbs over me, crawls beneath the blanket, and pulls me flush against his warm body. “I don’t know if I can,” he whispers into my hair.

I nuzzle against him, wrapping my arms tighter around his torso. My eyelids are heavy. “You’re not the one who will end up getting hurt. You don’t do attachments, remember?” The words leave me as little more than a whisper as sleep starts to take hold.

“I don’t know about that anymore.” The gentle rumble of his deep voice vibrates through his chest and resounds in my head. He falls silent, and the rise and fall of his breathing, the steady thump thump of his heart—together, they lull me to sleep.

I’m safely wrapped in a cocoon of him.

And it’s exactly where I want to be.

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