Chapter 7 - Veronica
When Carter picked me up again and carried me through the door, my whole body was buzzing. Things had gone from zero to a hundred in seconds, and I was here for it. He kicked the door closed behind him, carrying me straight to the living room near the front door. He laid me down on a long, white sofa, pressing his hot, muscular body down on top of me.
My skin sizzled wherever he touched. He ran his hands up my shirt, cupping my breasts as his mouth devoured mine. I tangled my fingers into his hair, pulling him closer as I pushed my hips up towards him. I could feel his cock against me and it drove me wild.
He was right, his house wasn’t the only huge thing he’d show me. The cock between his legs was so big it made me gasp every time he pushed his hips up against me.
Carter kissed my neck, my lips, my clavicle, squeezing my breasts and kissing the softness of my chest. In one quick, rough movement he ripped my shirt down, revealing the thin, lacy bra I’d put on. He groaned, tracing the edge of it with a finger. When his finger brushed over my hard nipple, I shivered. He looked up at me and grinned, pushing the fabric out of the way as he exploded my breast.
When his mouth connected with my nipple, I moaned. My head was swimming, and I couldn’t handle the pure pleasure that was coursing through my veins. His other hand wrapped around my waist, lifting me up towards him as he nipped and sucked at my breast. I wrapped my legs around him and panted, feeling the wetness gush into my panties.
Reaching down between us, I ran my hand over his huge, steel-hard cock. He groaned, pausing the movement of his mouth and exhaling over my chest. Even the heat of his breath was erotic as it washed over my skin. I stroked his cock through his pants, whimpering gently as it throbbed against my hand.
“You’re so big,” I breathed, and Carter glanced up at me. He chuckled.
“Like what you feel?”
I nodded, biting my lip. My blood was on fire. My heart was hammering against my chest and all I could think of was how much I wanted him to sink his thick cock deep inside me. I wanted to feel every inch of him buried between my legs.
Gently, Carter moved my hand. He groaned, slipping my jacket off my shoulders and lifting my dress off overhead. He left my bra on, with one breast exposed, and then left a trail of kisses down my stomach. I moaned, closing my eyes and leaning back on the couch as I felt his hands brush over my waist and hips.
“First, angel,” he growled. “First, I’m going to make you come. You’re going to cover this hand of mine with your sweet girl-cum before you even think about touching my cock.”
I gasped, opening my eyes and meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark and fiery, and all I could do was nod.
“Good.”
I was laying on Carter’s sofa in nothing but my panties and bra, my chest heaving and my blood flooding with pure, uncontrollable lust.
His hands caressed my legs, from my ankles all the way up to my thighs, He teased the inside of my thighs as I spread them for him, leaning down to lay soft kisses wherever his fingers touched. I shivered, gulping down air as my body started shaking.
He teased me mercilessly, bringing his fingers closer to my panties and then away again. He brushed his hands over my panties and I moaned, even though the touch was light enough to feel like a breath of air.
He groaned when I rolled my hips towards him.
“What’s this?” He asked, grinning. “You’re being bad again. Didn’t I tell you I’d teach you a lesson?”
“Carter,” I breathed.
“What?” He whispered, brushing his hand all the way up my slit and making me whimper. “What is it, angel?”
I couldn’t speak. He slipped his hand under my panties and covered my slit with his palm. The warmth of it was driving me wild. I desperately, hopelessly wanted him to curl his fingers and touch me. I whimpered against him, reaching down towards his crotch.
With his free hand, he took my wrist and pinned it overhead. “No,” he growled.
“Carter,” I gasped. “Stop teasing me.”
“Stop teasing you?” He growled next to my ear. “You want me to make you come?”
“Yes,” I panted, moaning as he moved his fingers a fraction of an inch closer to my slit.
“You want to cover this hand with that sweet, creamy girl-cum?”
“Yes,” I moaned, rolling my hips towards him.
“You’ll do as I say, won’t you? You’ll come all over my hadn’t like a good girl?”
“Yes,” I cried out, desperate for his touch.
And then he put me out of my misery. He dragged his fingers through my slit, finally, finally rolling them over my clit. I almost came from the first touch. But then he dragged his fingers back down and teased my opening until I panted before sinking his fingers inside me. I arched towards him as he groaned.
“So fucking wet,” he growled.
He pumped his fingers in and out of me, twirling his thumb over my clit until my head was spinning and my moans were growing louder.
“That’s it, angel,” he whispered in my ear. “That’s it. Come for me. Come all over this strong hand of mine. I want to watch you come all over my fingers like the dirty girl you are.”
I moaned. Everything about this was dirty. Who he was, where we were, what he was doing to me.
It was so dirty, and it was so good. He moved his thumb faster and I gasped as I rushed closer to the edge. He growled in my ear, brushing his lips over my neck and then crushing them against my mouth.
He kissed me fiercely, finding the rough patch of skin on the inside of my walls as his thumb rolled over my clit.
I exploded.
I came so hard my head spun and I thought I would pass out. I didn’t realize I was screaming until a couple seconds later, my body shaking and convulsing under him as he urged me on with his dirty words.
Carter got what he wanted. I came all over his hand, harder than I thought I ever would. My chest heaved up and down and I clamped my thighs together, squeezing my eyes shut and finally exhaling. He pulled his hand away from me, looking down at his glistening fingers.
“Good girl,” he growled, patting my hip and grinning. “Good girl.”