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He suddenly yanks me toward him and his mouth comes crashing down on mine in a rough kiss. I bring my hands up and lay them against his chest, but I don’t push him away. As if acting of their own accord, my fingers curl into his shirt and I cling to him. He wraps his arms around me and drags his tongue along the seam of my lips, silently urging me to part them. When I do, he sweeps his tongue into my mouth to tangle with mine.
What the hell? What are we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this. I should stop him.
But I can’t. It feels too good, and it’s been so long since anyone has touched me…
And damn it, I just know Carson’s gotta be a good fuck.
Carson reaches down and grabs me by the thighs, picking me up off my feet. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his waist and cling to him as he carries me through the apartment and to the couch in the living room area. Before I can fully comprehend what’s going on, he sits on the couch with me settled on his lap.
“Carson,” I gasp, when he grips my ass in both his hands.
“Fuck,” he growls. “It feels so good to finally have you in my arms.”
Wait, what? Finally? What does that mean…?
He yanks me down into another kiss and all thought leaves my head. All I can focus on is how good his kiss is and the unmistakable bulge pressing between my legs. I shiver as a deep, dark hunger unfurls within me.
Carson slides his hands up my back to the zipper of my dress and drags it down. When he touches my bare skin, I whimper. My eyes close as I tilt my head back, savoring his touch. He presses his lips to my collarbone before working my dress off my shoulders and bunching it down around mywaist. He gazes down at my breasts, plumped up in a lacy peach bra. Carson stares at them for so long that I start to feel self-conscious.
“Fuck, Star,” he says, sounding a little breathless. “You are so damn perfect.”
“Shut up,” I murmur, my cheeks flushing as I fight not to grin, and fail.
He looks up and he uses the pad of his thumb to trace my bottom lip. My chest shudders at the contact and he smirks. Without a word, he captures my lips once again in a hungry kiss.
His fingers find the clasp of my bra and with a single swift motion, undoes it and tosses the lacy garment away.
“Look at your pretty pink nipples.” Leaning back, he takes in the sight of my bare breasts before cupping them. He kneads them and pinches my nipples. I groan. My breasts have never been so sensitive before. My nipples grow hard and eager and I’m getting so wet I start to worry I’ll soak through my panties.
I whimper and press back against him, desperate for more contact. His hands leave my chest and grip my hips, guiding me to grind against him in a slow, torturous rhythm. Heat spirals through my belly, tightening with every movement.
“Carson,” I pant, gripping his shoulders tight enough to bruise. “Oh God, Carson.”
“That’s right, baby. You feel how hard I’m getting for you? You want this cock?”
The answer leaves my mouth with no hesitation.“Yes.”
He growls, a deep, animalistic sound that sends shivers down my spine. Wrapping his arm around my waist, he suddenly tosses me down onto my back on the couch and moves to kneel over me. His hands are suddenly everywhere;on my waist, skimming up the sides of my breasts, teasing at the hollow of my throat.
I cry out when Carson drops his mouth to my neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin. It’s all too much — his hands, his mouth, the hardness pressing insistently between my legs. I feel as though I’m spiraling out of control and in desperation I dig my nails into his broad shoulders.
Grabbing hold of my dress, he drags it off me completely, leaving me in just my panties. Leaning back, he pulls off his shirt, giving me a full view of his deliciously chiseled torso. I let my eyes sweep over the ridges of his muscles and the dusting of dark hair leading down to his waistband. I reach out a shaky hand, tracing a line down his chest, following the trail leading lower to the large bulge in the front of his sweatpants. His skin is warm under my fingers and he shivers at my touch.
His hands are back on me then, running up my thighs, fingers skimming along the edge of the lacy fabric of my panties before slipping them off me. Tossing them aside, he admires the view for a moment before leaning down to press kisses along my inner thigh. Each caress of his lips against my skin sparks electricity inside me that zings straight to my core.
"Oh my God," I murmur as he ventures higher. My jaw clenches as his mouth presses against me, his tongue dragging along my hot folds.
I squeal as pleasure shoots through me, the intensity catching me off guard, the sound bouncing off the high ceilings and echoing throughout the apartment.
“Oh, you like that, huh?” Carson chuckles and I can feel the smirk against my sensitive skin as he continues to tease me, fingers stroking where his lips have just been. My breath comes out in deep pants, my chest rising and falling with each rapid breath. My hands find his hair and hold him even closer.
His teasing is relentless, driving me mad with pleasure. The son of a bitch is taking his sweet time, but I am a ticking time bomb — ready to explode at any second. He knows it too, the smug bastard.
"Carson," I moan in frustration, my hips bucking up into his touch.
"Yes?" His voice is so low, so commanding that it sends another wave of pleasure coursing through me.
"Stop teasing me! Fuck me already!"