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NYLAH

Okay, so it’s taken all of thirty seconds for “kitten” to grow on me.

It doesn’t help that he’s saying romantic things like the fact that my scars are beautiful because they’re a part of me. I didn’t even know Carson was capable of that kind of language.

And that’s not the only thing his luscious tongue is capable of. As he flattens it against my dripping pussy, I grip a fistful of his hair and let out a surprised gasp that turns into a throaty laugh and then a languid moan. Holy shit!

I bend my legs over his shoulders, resting my heels on his muscly back as he goes to town, sucking and licking like I’m his favorite ice cream flavor.

Squeezing my ass, he trails his hands up to my boobs and gives them a squeeze, pinching my nipples and rubbing them until my body is filled with frenzied butterflies.

This is insane.

I’ve had orgasms before… but not like this. Oh shit, not like this!

My chest starts heaving, breaths punching out of me in a rush as he plays with my clit, sucking it between his lips while slipping his fingers inside me.

“Yes,” I groan, digging my heels into his back as he starts working my center.

He feels so good I’m gonna lose my mind.

I am. It’s happening. I am losing my fucking mind.

Another deep groan bursts out of me, fire spreading to the outer edges of my body before racing back to my core and building to this explosive inferno that?—

“Ah!” I cry, my body shuddering. “Oh shit, yes!” Tipping my head back, I slap my legs together, totally forgetting about Carson’s poor head. He gets squeezed and assaulted by my thighs while I struggle to control this wondrous feeling rocketing through me.

“Kitten.” His muffled voice only just reaches me. “Can’t breathe.”

“Oh!” My legs spring back open, but my body is still dancing, jerking unsteadily when he frees his fingers, then stretches out on top of me with a triumphant grin.

I’m about to smile back when I feel his erection poking into my thigh. A fresh kind of hunger fires through me and I grind against it, aching for more of what he can offer.

“You want this?” he whispers against my cheek.

“Yes.” My voice is more of a pleading whimper. “Please tell me you have protection.”

“Of course I do.” He brushes his lips across my nose before leaning over the side of the bed and wrestling a condom out of his jacket pocket.

I watch his muscles move, turned on in a whole new way as he sits back up on the bed, kneeling between my splayed legs and resting his hand on my stomach.

His expression turns serious, his fingers tracing a circle around my belly button as he asks, “Have you done this before? Gone all the way?”

“Yes.” I smile, brushing my fingers down his arm. “I had a life before my car accident, you know?”

He frowns, his head jolting up so he can growl at me. “Who was it?”

Are you shitting me? He’s jealous? Right now? When I’m lying naked in front of him?

It’s impossible to hide my laughter.

“It’s not funny.” He pulls off his boxer briefs, flashing his impressive manhood at me with a sulky frown.

I start laughing again. “Yes, it is. You’re jealous of my high school boyfriend. Who is the only other guy I’ve ever been with, by the way. Just so we don’t have to go through this multiple times.”

He narrows his eyes at me. “I’m not jealous.”

“Yes, you are, you caveman.” My laughter grows. “And you’re lucky I’m not the same, because after what you just did to me, I know for certain that I’m not your first.”

He rolls his eyes, his cheeks flaring a hot red.

“Are you like this with all girls? Or do you only do it with virgins?”

With a pained wince, he shakes his head.

“Then what’s your problem?”

He huffs, his jaw clenching as he rolls the condom over his dick.

I sit up on my elbows so I can give him a pointed look.

He spits the condom packet onto the floor and grumbles, “I guess I’ve never wanted a girl just for me before.

The thought of anyone else touching you makes me…

” He shakes his head, clenching his jaw.

“I know! I’m a hypocrite! A total bastard, but I just?—

“Carson.” I sit forward, slapping my hand over his mouth while my heart does this insane dance in my chest. Does he have any idea what he’s saying to me? He’s practically calling me the one!

Holy shit! Holy shit!

Stay calm, Nylah.

Brushing my teeth across my bottom lip, I’m grateful my heart is hidden behind my breast, because it’s beating so fast and strong, I’m surprised it’s not jumping right out of my rib cage.

With a little effort, I manage to keep my voice smooth and easy.

“I’m all yours, okay? So hurry up and take me already. ”

Wriggling my eyebrows at him, I flop back down onto my pillow and beckon him with my fingers.

“This kitten needs you, hot stuff.”

“I’m not loving ‘hot stuff.’” He moves over me, carrying his weight on arms that are yummy enough to start munching on. I love his body so damn much. It’s so strong and sexy and?—

Letting out a quivering breath, I curl my arms around his neck and pull him over me. “I’ll just have to settle for ‘caveman,’ then.”

“I don’t lo?—”

I cut off his complaints with my tongue, sliding it into his mouth and sealing us together. His moan is delicious, as is the way his hips start grinding against me. The heat between us swiftly builds and I’ve gotta have him. Like now.

Reaching between my legs, I wrap my fingers around his cock. A thrill whistles through me, anticipation skipping with glee as I line him up between my folds.

“You sure?” he quickly checks between kisses.

“So sure,” I only just manage before he’s gliding into me.

He takes it easy, slow, tender nudges that pulse up to my core, overtaking my senses until I can do nothing but raise my hips and meet that final push.

His moan vibrates right through me, and I splay my hands over his back, holding him close, just wanting to soak in this perfect moment for a second.

And then he’s moving again. Sliding in and out of me, his thrusts growing more powerful as our bodies adjust to each other. He’s made for me. I can sense this right down to my soul. The way we fit together is perfect.

I open my eyes, stealing a glimpse of the side of his face. He buries his head, pressing his cheek against mine, grinding and panting, thrusting and moaning. My heart continues to thunder, my body responding to his every move.

He’s filling every part of me, taking me over, taking me out.

I’m here for all of it.

When he rises up to his hands, I grip his forearms, exploring his taut, tense muscles as he drives into me. I raise my hips, meeting his every thrust and crying out when that heat starts to bloom inside me again. He feels so good, I’m not sure how much more I can take.

I can feel myself coming all over again, my insides tensing, gripping, flailing…

Pressing my head back into the pillow, I arch my neck and revel in the flood of energy passing through me. Passing between us.

He grunts, picking up his pace like I’ve just injected his veins with NOS.

Pounding me like a piston, his body gyrates over mine—smooth, long strokes, the friction enough to start an inferno.

Yes! This feels so good!

And then his tempo changes as he drives even deeper, thrusting to the finish line with a growl, a jerk, and a deep hard push that has me seeing stars.

“Oooommmm.” I let out this sound I swear I’ve never made before, and then my chest starts to rattle with deep, satisfied laughter.

Carson flops down on top of me, catching his breath and nestling his lips against my shoulder.

“Good job, kitten,” he finally manages to rasp. “Good job.”

I laugh again, wondering if he realizes that he’s the one who should be winning a gold medal right now.

I’ll let him know in a second, when my heart has slowed to a mild thunder and I’ve found the ability to talk again.