Page 53 of Carved Obsession (The Sanctum Syndicate #4)

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.

My fucking 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.

I moan at the saltiness of his precum. At the same time, he groans and tangles his fingers within my hair, holding me tightly as his cock twitches against my tongue.

His feral gaze looks at me with more than passion.

More than just carnal pleasure. There’s a hunger in there that’s mine and mine alone.

I tug against his hold, uncaring of the amount of hair he’ll pull out, and take him deeper.

The balls of the piercings roll against my tongue.

I count each rung I manage to swallow, but I choke before I reach the fourth.

I pull out on a sloppy sound, saliva connecting my lips to the tip of him.

Carter licks his lips, eyes deeply fixed on mine.

“Again,” he growls.

With a lascivious grin that touches my eyes more than my lips, I swallow him, head bobbing up and down with a sultry rhythm that pulls a melodious range of groans from his gorgeous lips.

“You’re such a good fucking girl. Soon you’ll swallow every single fucking rung in that dirty little mouth of yours.”

I moan against his cock, sending vibrations straight down to his balls.

“Get me nice and sloppy, ready to fuck your pussy until you’re begging for my cum to fill you.”

Pulling him out on a loud pop , I spit on his cock and grin when he groans deep in his chest, then swallow him once more.

I grab hold of his balls, kneading as I press them against his cock.

I press the tips of my fingers to his perineum, massaging the muscle as I swallow him to the back of my throat.

“The fuck are you doing to me, Scarlet?” The smoky moan brings a strange sort of pride as I repeat the motions, reveling in every twitch and flex of his cock against my lips.

His balls tighten in my hand, cock rock-hard inside my mouth, and his grip on my hair stalls my efforts.

“That’s enough.”

I attempt to shake my head, but I can barely manage.

“Don’t you dare make me come, Scarlet. I want to be inside you when I do. I want to fill that pussy until I spill out and mark every single bit of you as mine.” He yanks my head away from his cock, and I reluctantly let go.

Less than ten seconds later, I’m on my feet, in his arms, and thrown onto his bed.

In one quick stroke, he rips out his belt, vicious gaze trained on me like I’m his prize.

He orders me to undress just as he does, then slides between my legs.

Towering over me as he sits on his haunches, he rubs his cock against the wet seam of my core.

“Spread that pretty cunt for me, kitten, so I can remind it that it’s mine.”

Skin bursting into goosebumps, I reach down and follow his order.

The man gives me one devastating look, which I feel deep in my belly as he grabs my hips.

Then he spits on my pussy, marking me further, and sheathes himself so deeply that stars dance behind my eyes and my back arches off of the bed.

And once again, Valhalla, Nirvana, and the fucking Heavens look upon me.