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“Goddamn,” he says on an exhale, his breath catching in his throat. “You’re fucking beautiful. So fucking perfect.” He leans forward and his hands find my knees as he presses them open. “I need to grab a condom.” A mischievous grin appears on his lips. “The last time we did this, you ended up pregnant.”

I let out a soft breath, my lips twitching as I reach for his wrists. “I have an IUD, so unless you feel the need for added protection, we don’t need one.”

His eyes slowly search mine and he shakes his head. “I don’t. I’ve been tested recently."

“Good,” I murmur, rolling my lips between my teeth before wetting them with my tongue. “Now, stop wasting time,” I say as I slide my hands up his forearms. He lets out a soft chuckle, settling on his knees between my legs.

“My apologies.” He winks as he draws spit into his mouth. He spits into his hand then wraps his fingers around the girth ofhis cock. He drags his saliva up and down his length, from base to tip and back again. “I feel like we’ve both waited too long for this.”

He inches closer and plants his hands on the bed beside me as he lowers his face down to mine. Not waiting a second longer, his lips crash into mine, his tongue invades my mouth and I give it a gentle suck. I’m so distracted by his mouth, I don’t even realize he’s lined himself up until he plunges his cock into me.

A moan escapes me and he swallows the sound, lowering his body to mine as he rocks into me. My legs instinctively wrap around his waist and my arms circle around his back to keep our bodies locked together at all points. I forgot how big he was and he stretches me wide as he starts to fuck me with long, languid strokes.

His cock slides in and out with each thrust of his hips as he strokes the walls of my pussy. His tongue tangles with mine, hands sliding into my hair as he pins me on the bed with his full weight. My nails dig into his back, scratching at his flesh as he rocks in and out of me.

“You feel like fucking heaven,” he moans against my lips, nipping at them with his teeth. “Just like I remembered, only better.”

“And why is it better?” I ask, my tongue darting out to trace the outline of his lips.

He grabs it with his teeth and sucks it into his mouth before releasing me. “Because this time I know it isn’t just for tonight.”

His mouth captures mine once more, one hand slides down under my ass as he lifts my hips for better access. He nestles himself in deeper, fucking me so deep that my eyes rolling back in my head. Our surroundings fade away and it’s just the two of us. Everything else melts away. Time ceases to exist.

It’s just us . . . and my god, it’s everything.

He consumes me. He invades my senses and penetrates my thoughts. I can’t think or see straight. Everything circles back to him. Him and those misty grey eyes. He shifts his hips, each thrust like a piston, driving me into the mattress, fucking me harder.

On Carson’s next thrust deep inside me, I cry out from the force, a mixture of pleasure and pain. I lift my hips instinctively, meeting every movement, taking every stroke of his cock. He fucks me deeper and deeper until he has nothing left to give.

With each thrust, his pelvis grinds against my clit. “Harder,” I plead, my teeth sinking into his bottom lip, warmth building in the pit of my stomach as my orgasm creeps closer. I need more of him. “You feel so good. Please, Carson.”

I need the release. I needhisrelease.

“Fuck,” he groans. He pulls out until just the tip is inside of me. His eyes search mine, a devious and feral look filling them as he sucks in a breath, like he’s trying to collect himself. Without another word, he slams into me, filling me to the hilt. I let out a cry, my nails scraping at his flesh. He slams into me, again and again, unrelenting.

It isn’t long before his movements become frantic, driven by a primal need and urgency. We’re a mess of moans, the sounds of our bodies fill the bedroom as he drives himself into me. He rocks into me once more, his body grinding against my clit nearly sends me over the edge.

He starts rocking again, his movements are rushed as his instincts take over. “Oh fuck, Carson. Please don’t stop. Make me come.” He doesn’t stop until I’m coming apart at the seams, splitting in two with his name nothing more than a hopeless prayer falling from my lips. I lose myself around him, my organs sucking me into a vortex of ecstasy.

Carson’s thrusts become jerks as he murmurs my name, his teeth nip at my neck as his body bucks one last time and thenstills. He spills himself deep inside of me, his cum filling my pussy. He doesn’t stop until he has nothing left to give, until we’re both fully satiated and on the brink of an orgasm induced coma.

Locked together, we ride out the waves of euphoria, my head swims in the clouds as every nerve ending in my body tingles. He slowly pulls out of me and I immediately feel his absence, wishing he was still deep inside of me. He rolls over onto his back, pausing for a moment as he catches his breath and then lifts off the mattress.

My head rolls to the side and I watch him through a daze as he disappears into the bathroom. He isn’t gone for long and I feel the bed dip on his side when he lowers himself back onto it. He’s silent as he presses a warm washcloth between my legs, taking a moment to clean me up.

“Thank you,” I murmur, my eyes searching his as he pulls the washcloth away from between my legs. Blood rushes from my head as I rise into a seated position and my pussy throbs from him. “I’ll take that,” I tell him, taking the washcloth as I get up off the bed. His gaze follows me as I slip into the bathroom to use the toilet before washing up.

I find him lying in the center of the bed, still naked, arms spread wide. “Come here, Trouble,” he murmurs, scooting to the side to make room for me. I crawl across the mattress to him before dropping onto my side. He slides his arm under my neck and pulls me flush against him. His arm is a strong presence against my back.

His touch is like a feather dancing across my flesh. His fingertips roam over my shoulder, down my back, and along my hip, tracing invisible patterns on my skin. He buries his face in my hair as I nuzzle my head against his chest, breathing in the scent of him, reveling in the way he feels under me.

“I emptied out the dresser beneath the TV,” he whispers. “There’s no pressure, but if you want to move your things in there, you can.”

My heart stumbles over itself in my chest. “I—” I pause and wet my lips. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Carson Ford, it’s that he does things intentionally and he means the things he says. He wouldn’t have made that space if he didn’t want me to occupy it. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, Trouble,” he murmurs, pressing his lips against the top of my head. “Always for you.”

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