Page 42 of Beg For Me (Morally Gray #3)

CARTER

I ’m at home watching Die Hard for the hundredth time when I get a phone call from Sophia. Muting the sound, I answer, smiling. “Hi. This is a nice surprise.”

“Are you busy this afternoon?”

“Not if there’s anything you want to do with me, no.”

“As a matter of fact, there is something I want to do with you. Meet me at the Fairmont. I booked us a room.”

My heart skips a beat. I sit up straight and turn off the television. “You booked us a room?”

“I did. I need to see you. In private. And not somewhere there might be photographers lurking around, like at your house.”

Her voice is calm and even, but I sense there’s something going on. “Are you okay?”

After a pause, she says, “I’ll be a lot better when we’re naked in bed together. I’m leaving the house now. I’ll text you the room number when I check in. How soon can you get there?”

“Half an hour. Forty-five, tops.”

“Perfect. See you soon.”

When she hangs up without saying goodbye, I sit in confusion, worrying, until I come to my senses and jump to my feet. I take a quick shower and change my clothes, then run out the door.

I almost flatten the valet parking guy when I pull into the Fairmont Hotel’s elegant circular driveway. He leaps out of the way just in time.

Jumping out of the car, I apologize, then hand him the keys and wait impatiently as he tears off a valet stub. I snatch it from his fingers and jog toward the hotel entrance, scanning for any sign of Sophia. I’m cruising through the lobby when she texts me her room number.

In the elevator, I fidget impatiently. When the doors open on her floor, I burst through them, then jog down the hall to her room and knock.

“Come in.”

The door is unlocked. I walk into the room. She stands by the windows, looking out, the gauzy white curtains silhouetting her figure.

She’s nude.

And she literally takes my breath away. I stand stunned, my hand over my heart, feeling its heavy thudding, and drink in the sight of her beautiful body.

When she turns and looks at me, I’m still standing at the door in awe.

Her eyes are dark and shining. Her hair is long and loose, cascading over her shoulders and around her breasts. Without a word, she gestures to the bed.

I don’t know what this is about, but I know it’s important. I can see it in her face, in the expression in those eloquent eyes. Something inside of me quakes.

I say her name tentatively. She closes her eyes briefly and shakes her head.

“I just need to feel you. I’ll be better then.”

Moving slowly, I cross the room, ignoring the elegant furnishings, the linen-draped room service cart with the champagne bucket and chocolates, the faint sounds of traffic floating up from the street below.

Her clothes are draped over the back of a leather chair. A pair of low heels lay abandoned beneath the chair, as if hastily kicked aside.

I take her face in my hands and kiss her.

She sags against me with a soft moan of relief, digging her fingers into the muscles of my back.

“What is it?” I murmur, squeezing her against me. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

She gazes up at me with something ineffably sad in her eyes. I brush a strand of hair off her cheek and tuck it behind her ear, desperate to find out what’s happened.

After a moment, she smiles. “You’re here. Nothing could be wrong.”

She starts to unbutton my shirt, slender fingers working quickly.

I wish I were a better man, the kind who didn’t get completely distracted by the sight of a pair of gorgeous bare tits and hard rosy nipples, but I’m not that guy.

My dick is already aching for her.

She pulls my shirt down my arms and flings it away, looks my chest over with hungry eyes, then wraps her arms around my shoulders and kisses me passionately, arching her naked body against me.

The feel of her bare breasts on my chest is so amazing, it makes me groan into her mouth.

I run my hands all over her body, squeezing her ass and her breasts, following the curve of her waist and the rise of her hipbones. Everywhere I touch is soft and yielding. Her skin is warm and as smooth as silk.

She breaks the kiss to push me backward toward the bed. Walking with her hand pressed flat on my chest, she gazes at me with hot eyes. My calves hit the edge of the mattress. I can’t go any further.

She pushes me down to a sitting position on the bed, straddles me, and kisses me deeply, holding my head in her hands. Then she breaks the kiss and guides my mouth to her nipple.

I suck on it greedily, my heart racing and my dick throbbing. She sinks her fingers into my hair and pulls on it, scratching my scalp as she rocks her hips against mine. She drops her head back and moans, forcing me to her other breast and its tight, waiting nipple.

I lick and suck on it, cupping both breasts in my hands and squeezing as she writhes against the bulge under the zipper of my jeans.

Without warning, she rolls off me onto her back on the bed. She spreads her legs, draws her knees up, and licks her lips, gazing at me from under lowered lids.

“Be my good boy, Carter,” she whispers. “You know what I need.”

I almost pass out from excitement.

Instead, I drop to my knees on the floor next to the bed and shove my face into her plump pink pussy.

When I thrust my tongue inside her, she arches off the bed and moans my name.

I slide my hands under her ass and squeeze, lifting her bottom off the mattress.

She rocks her hips and strokes her hard nipples as I eat her delicious cunt, alternating between lapping at her clit, sucking on it, and fucking that tight wet hole with my tongue.

When she stiffens and cries out, I release my aching cock from my jeans, surge up onto the bed between her spread legs, and shove it deep inside her.

She shudders. Her moan of pleasure is low and broken. With her dark hair spread out over the white duvet, her eyes closed and her full lips parted, her head titled back and her body arched in ecstasy, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Her pussy contracts around my cock over and over again, like a fist milking me.

She wraps her legs around my waist and grips my forearms as I thrust into her over and over, using long, smooth strokes. I lean over to suck on her rigid nipples, and she shivers and moans.

“Is this what you need, baby?” I growl near her ear. “You need my hard cock buried inside you?”

She answers by tilting her hips up to take me even deeper than before.

“Oh, yes. You want me to fuck you hard, don’t you? You want me to be in charge this time, and you want me to make you take my cock however I want to give it to you.”

She whimpers, nodding, her eyes squeezed shut. “Yes. Please.”

My heartbeat is out of control. Every nerve feels exposed, raw and tender. I’m aware of my skin in a way I’ve never been before, of the sensation of the air on it, the mist of sweat forming on my brow and chest.

I fuck her hard and deep until her moans are full-throated, and I know she’s about to orgasm again. Then I withdraw, roll her onto her belly, drag her up onto her knees, and push her upper body down so her chest and face are resting on the mattress.

“Okay, baby,” I say, positioning myself at her dripping slit. “Take it.”

I slide my throbbing cock inside her pussy, moaning at the erotic sight of her tender flesh parting to accept the thick, veined length of my dick. The little puckered rosebud of her ass quivers when I press my thumb against it.

She’s wet here too. She’s wet all over from my mouth and her own arousal. Gripping her hip in one hand, I stroke my thumb over and around her ass until she’s panting loudly and jerking back against me, begging for it.

I reach around and lightly slap her pussy.

She jerks and squeals, then moans against the covers, relaxing and titling her hips higher. I fondle her clit, chuckling when she shudders and gasps.

“You’re so beautiful. Look at this beautiful ass, this perfect pussy that’s taking my cock so well. Goddamn, woman. You’re a dream.”

Grabbing the duvet, she curls her hands into fists. Her lips are parted. Her cheeks are flushed. The wet sounds of our fucking underscore her panting and moans.

I circle my finger around and around her clitoris, every once in a while tugging on it, until it’s firm and engorged under my fingertip, her labia are swollen, and she’s crying out with the need to come again.

Then I slowly sink my thumb past that knot of muscle in her ass.

She’s tight, wet heat. I almost lose control of myself.

But I inhale a breath and manage to hold back against the need pounding my body from all sides.

Every inch of my cock is exquisitely sensitive.

My balls ache for release. I fuck her ass with my finger and her cunt with my cock, feeling that wet hole opening around my finger, softening for me, until she’s going wild, bucking against me mindlessly.

I slide my cock out of her pussy and press the engorged crown against her ass.

“I want to fuck this pretty little rosebud. Yes or no.”

She whispers, “Yes.”

There’s a moment of resistance, then she opens for me. I carefully flex my hips and take her ass, sliding my cock in until it can’t go any further.

Our moans are equally loud and broken.

Bending over her back, I brace a hand against the mattress, then reach around again to fondle her clit. I give her a moment to adjust to me, then start to slowly fuck into her, rocking my hips and stroking her pussy.

She climaxes with a sudden cry, her entire body convulsing.

Exhaling, I give it to her harder, fucking her through her orgasm until my own crests over me and I come, gripping her hips and cursing at the ceiling, all the muscles in my body clenched.

I empty myself inside her body, my heart fracturing into pieces, my body awash in pulse after pulse of pleasure that leaves me gasping for air.