Page 22 of Possessive Player
I raise my arms as he slides my hoodie up my body. Carter quickly pulls it off and throws it toward the couch. It misses and puddles on the floor. My bra quickly follows, and then Carter’s mouth and hands are on my breasts, squeezing and sucking them. Electricity crackles through my veins as he teases and grazes my nipples with his teeth. I run my hands through his hair, pulling on it and reveling in the feelings as my body tingles.
We quickly shed our clothes, tossing them aside, and it’s not long before Carter’s living room floor is littered with them. We’re both naked as the day we were born, and I get my first look at him in all his glory.
Carter’s body is a work of art. All hard angles and planes, thick, corded muscle, his skin warm and golden. He is what people talk about when they describe somebody as being chiseled out of marble in the likeness of a Greek God.
My eyes travel down his body, stopping at his thick girth, which is engorged and pointing straight up, and I gasp softly. Carter’s cock is thick and long, and honestly, I can’t believe I took something that large into my body. But the memory of riding him in his truck on that rainy day makes me shudder deliciously and anticipate having him inside of me again. My entire body trembles and I swallow hard, wanting to feel him on top of me, his cock buried to the hilt. Seeing him naked and raw is bringing all those dirty little things I’m learning that I enjoy to the surface all over again.
My skin feels like it’s on fire, lust pooling low in my belly, and I’m so wet, the insides of my thighs are slick with my juices. Carter takes a moment to look at me, a look of ecstasy and admiration on his face. He drinks me in with a look of such rapture on his face that it makes me shudder. I never imagined a man would look at me the way he does. And if I’m being honest, it’s getting me even wetter—wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.
“You are absolutely exquisite,” he says, his voice thick with desire.
“I need you inside of me, Carter. Now.”
A squeal bursts from my mouth as he picks me up and carries me over to the dining room table. The smooth wood is cold against the bare skin of my ass. I part my thighs, allowing Carter between my legs as he steps forward. He slides his hand behind my head and grips my hair. A small moan bursts from my mouth as he yanks my head back. He kisses my neck, gently nipping at my skin and sending fiery tingles through my veins. The head of his cock brushes at my opening as he kisses my mouth, making me shudder.
“Fuck me, Daddy,” I whisper in his ear.
His body stiffens but a low, deep growl issues from his throat that rumbles along my skin. He steps forward, and I reach up and grab hold of his broad shoulders. He holds my gaze as he reaches down and nestles the head of his cock between the slick folds of my pussy. Then, with one hard thrust, buries himself deep within me. The feeling of being stretched open like that hurts. But that pinch of pain only makes the rush of pleasure all the more vivid. And as he starts moving inside of me, I throw my head back and cry out.
Carter fills me up completely and the feeling of his thickness sliding against my slick inner walls sends sparks of heat flowing through my veins. A gasping, trembling moan drifts from my mouth as Carter pounds himself into me, the sound of our bodies slapping together filling my ears.
“Y-yes, Daddy. Yes. Fuck me,” I moan.
He groans and his eyes flutter as he grips my thighs and starts pounding himself into me even harder. He thrusts into me almost violently, and it sends waves of pleasure washing through me. Carter suddenly steps back and pulls me off the table. With a hard grunt, he turns me around and bends me over, pushing me down onto the tabletop. I look at him over my shoulder, the tip of my tongue poking out between my lips and my pussy quivering, eagerly waiting for him to pierce me again.
“I need you inside me, Daddy,” I moan.
With one hand gripping my shoulder, Carter steps forward and sinks his cock into my dripping wet pussy from behind. His fingers press hard into my flesh as he rams his hips forward. I throw my head back and close my eyes, savoring the sensation of him filling me up so completely. I hear a sharp crack and let out a surprised yelp when he slaps my ass.
It stings, and I don’t even have to look to know there is a large, red handprint on my asscheek. The pain quickly fades and makes the pleasure gripping me even more vibrant. I look over my shoulder at him, a salacious smile crossing my lips.
“Again, Daddy.”
Carter obliges and smacks my ass again. And again. And again. My ass feels like it’s on fire, but I tremble and writhe wildly. My stomach tightens, and when he spanks me again, I throw my head back and cry out as I come. My heart is beating so hard, I’m afraid it’s going to burst. My breath is ragged and my vision wavers, the orgasm even more powerful and intense than the one I had in his car.
Carter swells, and I feel him throbbing. I know he’s getting close. His breath is as frantic as his movements are like he’s trying to hang on. Trying to hold out. And when I look at him over my shoulder, his jaw is clenched, but he’s got a look of ecstasy on his face.
“Come for me, Daddy.”
His rhythm breaks, and he gives me a shuddering smirk. He grabs his cock, and as I watch him stroking it, I shudder and feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs. A moment later, he grunts and calls out my name as he erupts. I watch his sticky white seed burst from the tip, spraying all over my ass and back. Feeling it hitting my skin is so dirty but so sexy at the same time. I moan loudly as it makes me come along with him.
I stand up and turn around while Carter slips his hands around my waist and gives me a gentle kiss, a small smile curling his lips.
“We should go take a shower,” I say.
He nods but furrows his eyebrows. “You know this is going to be complicated, don’t you?”
I beam at him. “The best things in life usually are.”
12
CARTER
Iwipe the sweat from my brow then take a long drink of water. It's fucking hot out here today. But no amount of heat, sweat, or physical exhaustion can keep me from enjoying what's happening out here on the field. I watch Ryder take the snap from the center and drop back. His footwork is shit, and I can already tell by his body position that he's going to miss his receiver badly. And he does. The ball sails wide, clearly uncatchable.
Ryder rips his helmet off and storms over to Jalen, who shakes his head and tries walking away from the irate kid.
“What the fuck, Jalen?” Ryder roars as he follows behind the rookie receiver. “You’re running like you’re stuck in mud!”