Page 133 of Carved Obsession

“Oh, god,” I whisper as he applies more pressure to my clit.

“Look how soundly you sleep as I stand right next to you. It was such a delightful surprise to find out you slept naked.”

Heat pools between my legs, and I wonder just how fucked up in the head I am to find a video of me sleeping while the man who touches me right now stands next to my bed. Watching me. And...oh god, he reaches over, touching my skin, hooking his finger on the edge of the sheet and...

“Carter,” I whimper as he slides his hand beneath the hem of my sweatpants to find the sopping mess.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I nod erratically, unable to take my eyes off of the screen. But then the video ends with him turning away.

“Y-you stopped.”

“I did.”

“Why? Oh god.” I grind my aching core against his hard length, seeking the pressure that drives me wild. “Why didn’t you do it? Touch me? Stroke me? Fuck me?”

Fingers sliding down further, he finds that warm part of me that weeps only for him and circles my clit with just the right speed to turn me into a whimpering mess.

“I wanted to, so fucking bad,” he groans into my ear.

“But...?” I ask as I lift my ass so he can lower my sweatpants.

As he slides two long fingers through my folds, his thumb bears down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. A hoarse moan rips through my throat as he enters me. He pulls out, repeating the motion until the sopping sounds urge him to slip a third finger in.

“A question slipped through my mind.” His breaths come fast, matching mine. “What if you would have hated me for it? If I did that to you, what if you never allowed me to touch you again?”

I wouldn’t have hated him, but I appreciate him more for this logic.

He finger fucks me faster, his strokes punishing in their lustful viciousness, and I prop my knees against the edge of his desk, needing the leverage.

“Tell me what you want, kitten,” he orders in his smoky tone I dream of too often.

But my mouth is filled to the brim with moans and soft, needy breaths. There’s no space for words to form in a rational order.

A wanton cry rips from my throat when he pulls out his fingers, but my protest is shattered when the cruel man slaps my pussy into obedience. I jump out of my skin, but I’m ready to grab his hand and shove his fingers back inside of me, because...God fucking damn it, that was hot.

“Answer me, Scarlet.”

He smacks my aching core once more, and the words spill out of my mouth without one ounce of my brain involved.

“Make me come, Carter! Drench every single inch of this goddamn desk with my pleasure! And when you’re done, I want your magnificent cock down my throat.”

His lust-filled groan vibrates against my body as his fingers impale me down to the last knuckles. I can’t rationalize the onslaught of pleasure. How this man manages to touch the sensitive parts of me all at once, stroking inside of me, harsh yet skillful, rubbing his thumb against my clit, as his other hand is still busy with my breasts. I thought men couldn’t multitask.

Heat and tremors curl my toes, pooling deep inside my core. Waves of them fill me as I reach back, bracing myself around his neck. He releases my breasts and slides his hand low on my belly, and when he presses his palm there, rolling his fingers against that spot that makes my eyes roll to the back of my head, I’m sure Valhalla, Nirvana, and the goddamn Heavens open up for me all at once.

I scream through my orgasm in melodious waves as the pleasure gushes out of me. He wraps one arm around me, slowing his strokes against my sensitive core, whispering praises and dirty words into my ear as ecstasy coils around my insides. My heartbeat rages in my ears, my breaths rushed and incomplete, and my legs tremble so badly that Carter has to help me lower them.

I don’t even care how drenched I am. How drenched he is. Or if I ruined his PC setup. I’m in fucking heaven and I’m not even a believer.

When air finally penetrates my lungs and manages to fill them without my pulse raging in my temples, I let myself slide off of his lap and onto my knees, then turn to face him. His legs are spread wide, strong arms casually rested on the armrests. When he slumps in the seat with his head cocked as he watches me kneel for him, he looks like a fucking god.

Myfucking god!

I waste no time unbuckling his belt before I unbutton his trousers and pull down his boxers. My mouth pools with saliva at the sight before me. He’s long and perfectly thick without being overwhelming. Veins bulge under velvety skin, and with those frenum piercings forming that exquisite Jacob’s ladder, he looks positively menacing. I’m fucking drooling.

“I’ve been dying to do this.” I hold his gaze as I swipe my tongue from the base of his cock, over the dips and mounds of all seven rungs, until I reach the thick tip and suck him into my mouth.