Chapter 14

June

Carter’s hands wrap around my waist. They’re so big that his fingertips nearly meet in the middle and so strong that he can lift me up like I weigh nothing at all.

“What do you want?” he growls.

“Kiss me,” I gasp.

He places me on top of his desk and does just that. His hands move from my waist to my throat, cradling my jaw as his lips clash against mine again.

It takes the air right out of my lungs, being kissed like that. It’s like being kicked by a mule and somehow liking it.

Carter Abraham kisses the same way he does everything else: with every ration of his energy and every ounce of his focus. In the business world, this is how he dominates his opposition: by giving it everything he’s got and leaving nothing on the table.

Here in his office tonight, that’s exactly how he dominates me.

I want him every bit as much as he wants me.

Maybe even more so.

I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Running my hands over his chiseled chest and abs, I let my fingers do the walking, tracing the hard lines of his Adonis belt.

He’s relentless, kissing me with reckless abandon, like he can’t stand to part for even a single moment. His hand finds my nipple, tugging it between his fingers.

“Ah!” I throw my head back at the pleasurable stinging sensation. He gropes my breast, squeezing it gently, then firmly massaging it. I’m on sensation overload, but I love every minute of it. I grab his cock in my hand, stroking it and rubbing my thumb over the tip. It’s wet with pre-cum, a testament to just how turned-on he is right now.

“Please, Carter…I can’t wait any longer.”

I can see the palpable desire in his eyes. They’re such a deep blue, filled with intensity. It literally takes my breath away. No man has ever looked at me this way ever—with such wanting. It makes me feel like the sexiest woman on Earth.

His cock is rock hard and ready to go, I’ve made sure of that.

Me, I’m wetter than the slip-and-slide at the county fair back home. His hand glides between my legs, rubbing my clit in gentle, yet demanding circles. It’s like he’s commanding me to come.

His fingers are gentle, though. They don’t push all the way in.

His thumb strokes my clit. My body shudders uncontrollably as my juices flow over his fingers, leaking out onto his desk.

He leans down, kissing me hard. His hot tongue probes my mouth, and then he catches my bottom lip between his teeth. This is the most passionate kiss we’ve had yet. It’s deep, searching, and dare I say—full of emotion.

Two days of foreplay have led to this moment, and I would be lying if I said I’m not dying of anticipation.

Lowering me down on his desk, he glides his palms down my sides, eliciting shivers of pleasure as he does. His hands grip my hips as I feel the tip of his cock pushing against my clit. He rocks back and forth slowly, lubing his dick with my juices.

The teasing is pure torture, and I’m ready to beg for it.

“Carter…” I groan. My voice is a husky whisper.

His eyes flick to mine, and he smirks that devious smirk of his. He knows I’m at my limit. I don’t know how he’s not at his, because every single nerve ending in my body is humming with desire.

His cock is hot and thick as it rubs against me. Before I have the chance to beg for more, the unmistakable shocks of my second orgasm rock my entire body. Now my pussy’s throbbing and I need him. I need him.

Unable to take it anymore, I lift my pelvis, pushing against him and telling him wordlessly exactly what I want.

“June…” he calls my name, his voice a guttural growl. Goosebumps form on my arms from the sheer want in his eyes. Far from being scared, I’m excited for what’s coming. He leans down to kiss me as he slowly pushes himself inside.

“Oh!” I gasp against his lips.

I feel his thickness sliding in, stretching me as his cock reaches deeper and deeper still. He’s careful not to overwhelm me, taking his time and watching me closely to make sure there’s no discomfort.

There’s none. Not one single ounce of pain.

All I feel is earth-shattering pleasure like I’ve never felt it before as he fills me up.

He peppers me with gentle butterfly kisses. Then he starts moving.

Holy mother of…

I throw my head back, abandoning all thoughts in favor of just feeling him. His thrusts are slow at first, steadily building up momentum.

With each thrust, he stretches me a little more. Gosh, I had no idea how tight my own pussy is and how massive his cock is.

He alternates his pacing. Slow and gentle thrusts give way to harder, rougher movements that bring on orgasm after orgasm. I can tell he’s struggling to maintain self-control as my pussy clenches down on his cock. His eyes are wild, like the rough sea waters of the Arctic in the midst of a storm.

I can feel the walls of my pussy milking him for all he’s worth.

“You feel so fucking good,” he whispers in my ear, before nipping on my lobe. His tongue never stops, sliding down my neck before he sucks hard on my chest.

“Ah! Carter!”

“You’re mine, June.”

It’s neither a question nor a demand. It’s a simple fact. I nod, not trusting my voice.

He puts my leg on his shoulder so he can thrust his cock deeper. I wrap my hands around his back, urging him on. My nails dig into his flesh as he gets rougher. I can feel him getting bigger and hotter inside me, his body tensing up as the pleasure overtakes him.

“June!” He grabs my shoulder with one hand, while his fingers tighten on my thigh as he thrusts one last time, hard and deep, coming inside me.

I can feel his cock pulsing, and it sends me over the edge one last time. I arch my hips and cry out in pleasure, receiving all he has to offer.

Glistening with sweat and panting, Carter leans down, kissing me softly. He makes no move to pull out. Instead, he presses our foreheads together, emotion swimming in his eyes as he locks on mine.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, still trying to catch his breath.

“More than okay,” I smile at him.

And it’s true—I’ve never felt better. He’s not only made a woman out of me, but he’s also shown me just how good it feels to let yourself go.

To be free.

To experience the unbridled passion of sex.

The bliss is evident on his flushed face. His hair is disheveled, laced with sweat, and I swear it’s the sexiest I’ve seen him. My heart skips a beat, and I can feel the hot prickling of tears forming behind my eyes.

I reach up with both hands to caress his cheeks, and then I press my lips to his gingerly. It’s impossible not to be emotional at this point.

A single tear streaks out, and he gently wipes it away.

“Did I hurt you?” I can see the concern etched on his face.

“Not even a little bit. Really, I’m okay.” I smile again, and it seems as though I’ve finally convinced him.

“That was amazing.”

I chuckle, nodding my head in agreement. “It really was.”

“I’ve probably just knocked you up.”

“Good,” I smile at him. “But we should probably do that a few more times to make sure.”