Page 47 of Poisoned Pawn

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Page 47 of Poisoned Pawn

“Fuck! There’s my girl.” My hands came down on her head, holding her there as she chokes on my dick. My fingers tangle in her hair, and I drag her head up slowly, savouring the feel of her lips as they skim over my Jacob’s ladder.

Her eyes meet mine as she swirls her tongue over my crown, panting for breath and saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth.

I’m in fucking heaven.

CHAPTERSEVENTEEN

STAR

Carter’s hand pushes on my head, and I willingly swallow down his cock again, chocking on it as I drown in the gaze of his bright blue eyes. His lips part, and he lets out a deep guttural groan as I gag, and liquid heat pools between my legs, then runs down the inside of my thighs.

I’m doing this to this man.

My tongue, my mouth is literally bringing him to his knees. It is the greatest pleasure I’ve ever felt.

I grip the top of his thighs, squeezing and digging my nails into his flesh as I open my throat to take him once more.

He hisses in pleasure or pain, doesn’t matter which just as long as it’s me that caused it.

He pulls on my hair, and this time, I bare my teeth a little as he drags me up the length of him. At the top, I push against the hand in my hair until he releases me, and I let his dick pop free from my mouth. I push myself up from the floor, my hands skimming up his heated chest. I straddle him, knees either side and hands on his shoulders as his own hands skim up my thighs, stopping at my hips.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asks gruffly, but with a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“Well, your so-called princess is about to give you the ride of your fucking life,” I say, rubbing my nose on his and letting our lips brush as I breath him in. I tilt my head, teasing him with my mouth again as I lower my hips until I can feel him, hot and throbbing beneath me.

I roll my hips, sliding my wet pussy up and down his cock, each rung of his Jacob’s ladder increasing the friction against my clit.

“Oh…god,” I whisper, increasing the pace of each hip roll, bringing me to the edge.

Carter nips at my chin, then balls his hands into fists and bunches up my t-shirt with a rumbling growl when I stop. But any words he was going to say die on his lips as I reach back, raising my hips and cocking his head against my entrance.

“Show me what you’ve got, princess,” he says, thrusting his hips up as I slam down on him.

“Arrrgh…fuck!” I cry, my breath stolen from my lungs like this man as stolen me. I rise up and slam back down on him again and again until my thighs burn and my pussy begs for release.

His hand twists in my hair at the back of my neck, forcing me to arch my back and push my chest forward. I can feel Carter’s hot breath on my nipple, then a shot of pain like a bolt of lightning straight to my clit as he bites down on it through my t-shirt. He sucks it into his mouth, laving at it with his tongue, and the combination of his wet mouth and the cotton t-shirt is fucking exquisite. He switches to the other nipple just as I feel a tug low in my belly.

“Don’t you dare fucking come yet, Star. You look too damn good riding my cock.” He releases my hair, and grips my hips, slowing my movements to a soft roll.

“Not helping, Carter,” I grind out between panted breaths, my clit rubbing against his pubic bone. “Ah… I need to come…please,” I beg, desperately pushing against his hold on my hips for more.

“Look how good you beg. And how well you take my cock.” His words are strained, and I feel as he swells inside me, telling me he’s close. His hands land on my arse with a slap, and he squeezes, kneading the cheeks and letting me move again.

It takes me seconds to reach the peak of my orgasm again, and with his hands assisting each rise and fall, I crash over the precipice, surrendering to my body.

“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck…yes!” I slump forward, breathing heavily against Carter’s sweat slicked neck.

“Fuck, Star!” he pants out, gripping my face with both hands and lifting my head up. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he says, pressing his lips to mine.

I kiss him back and swallow down my emotions.

“Too fucking good for a man like me,” he says honestly when he breaks the kiss.

I shake my head to disagree. “No, Carter—” He cuts me off with a thumb to my lips.

“I’m not a good man, Star. I was sent to kill you, and if you’d been anyone else, I’d have done it.”

“Because of my name, right? Because of Aidan and my sister,” I say bitterly and attempt to climb of him, away from the real truth. He didn’t kill me because of who my family is. Nothing more and nothing less.




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