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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Carter

“Oh...Carter.”

I can tell from her tone that Suki finds waking up to my mouth on her pussy better than her alarm.

It’s been less than twenty-four hours since we had sex for the first time. After taking the girls out for dinner last night and watching Megamind in the basement home theater, I locked the bedroom door once the girls were in bed. Suki and I spent hours discovering each other in bed.

We’ve had sex seven times already, but I still can’t get enough of her. I slept a few hours last night and woke up this morning rock hard and thinking about her.

The glide of my tongue into her pussy makes her moan and rake her fingertips over my scalp, gripping my hair. I push her thighs open wider and back, opening her up.

She’s so damn responsive, her pussy wet and her clit swollen. I tease it with the tip of my tongue and she gasps. Then I suck on it, causing her to roll her hips and press down on my head.

“Mm.” I plant a kiss on her clit. “Feels good when you fuck my face.”

I slide two fingers inside her and flatten my tongue over her clit, wishing I had more time. But it was 6:18 a.m. when I woke up and checked the time on my phone. And her alarm will go off at six thirty. So I lick and suck and finger fuck her until she comes against my mouth, her hips arched up off the bed as she tries to hold in her cries of pleasure.

When she drops back to the mattress with a deep, satisfied sigh, I wipe my hand over my mouth and lie next to her, propped on one elbow.

“Morning,” I say, grinning.

She laughs softly. “That was amazing. Now let’s get to your turn because the sun’s coming up and I have to get up soon.”

I kiss her cheek. “That was my turn. I got what I wanted.”

“What time is it?”

I pick up my phone. “Six twenty-eight. Couldn’t have timed that better.”

She picks up her phone and turns off the alarm. “We have time.”

“It’s okay. You have to get the girls up and I’m jumping in the shower.”

She slept in one of my Crush T-shirts, and she gets out of bed and pulls it up and off over her head. “I’m taking a shower myself. You can take one with me if you’re willing to bend me over and fuck me, or you can wait for your turn.”

Fuck. I’m all the way hard now. My gaze rakes up and down her body. I wanted to show her I’m not selfish in bed and that pleasing her pleases me, too. But it’s impossible to say no when she’s looking at me like that, her hair messy and her nipples pebbled.

“I want you to use me and come hard.” She looks at me over her shoulder. “Only think about getting yourself off.”

“You like that?”

She nods. “Tell me I’m a whore and fuck me like you mean it. I’ll be fantasizing about it all day.”

Holy hell. Hearing those words from sweet, nurturing Suki makes my cock ache. I’m out of bed and on my way to the bathroom in less than a second.

When I walk into the room, she’s just turned on the water and she’s giving me a seductive smile, gently pinching both nipples.

I slide off my underwear and step out of them, locking the bathroom door.

“You sure about this?” I ask, palming my cock.

“I’m sure I want it. Not so sure you’ll give it to me.”

Jesus, she’s going to kill me. She turns to step into the shower and I take her hips, moving her toward me.

“Not there.” I turn her to face the double vanity.

She takes a couple steps toward it and I put a palm on her back, pushing it down. “You told me last night you’re on birth control, so you’re getting it all today. Starting your day off with a pussy full of cum.”

She gasps and spreads her feet apart slightly. I run my fingers through her soaking pussy and then rub my cock, pushing it inside her with one hard thrust. She moans, her palms flat on the counter.

“Such a tight, sweet pussy. Made for my cock.” I hold on to her hips, pounding into her. “No shower for you after this. My whore keeps my cum in her little cunt. I want you to feel it running out of you and remember who you belong to.”

“Oh my God.”

She pushes herself up slightly, her gaze finding mine in the mirror. I slam into her again, already on the edge of coming. I grab a handful of her hair and pull her head back, making her rise slightly so I can see her tits shaking while I fuck her.

I’ve never seen a sexier woman in my life. She’s perfect.

“That ring on your finger means you’re my whore.”

Her eyes widen and she moves a hand down between her legs. I put a thumb in my mouth, soaking it before running it around her back hole. She moans hard as I slide it in her, fucking her as hard as my hips can.

“What does the ring mean?” I ask her in a strained voice, holding back my orgasm.

“That...I’m your whore. Oh fuck. Carter, I’m coming.”

Her lips part and our eyes meet, my balls slapping against her one last time as I come so hard I’m lightheaded for a second. My whole body goes slack and I lean against her, kissing her shoulder as I catch my breath.

“Wow.” She moves from in front of the sink.

“Hey.” I tip her chin up until our gazes meet. “Are you good?”

She smiles. “Am I good? That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had.”

I feel like a fucking god right now. “Have you ever asked for dirty talk before?”

“No. I’ve never been with anyone who would have done it.”

I might as well just drop to my knees and worship her. She’s my fucking fantasy come to life.

“I’ll get as dirty as you want, but you have to promise you’ll tell me if it’s too much.”

“It won’t be. This is my hottest fantasy.”

I shake my head and kiss her softly. “How did I manage to sleep next to you for two months without doing this?”

She arches a brow. “Just don’t let that happen again.”

I smile. “I don’t have a chance of keeping my hands off you now.”

Raising her left hand to my lips, I kiss the oval solitaire diamond ring I put on her finger when we were married. Dex picked it out, and now I’m wishing I would have done that myself.

“Have a nice shower.” She grins and kisses my cheek, walking out of the bathroom.

I look in the mirror, turning my face to the side and then to the other side. Who is this guy staring back at me? He’s an uncle who might as well be a dad, and he’s married to a woman who checks every box he’s ever had and then some. This guy has a family, and he’s pretty damn happy about it.

I didn’t plan on having any of this until I was closer to forty. But I wouldn’t change it if I could. I’m damn lucky that the woman I asked to marry me when I hardly knew her turned out to be incredible in every way.

It’s time to drop all the pretenses and shred the contract. This relationship is the real thing, and I know Suki feels it, too.