A Pound of Flesh (A Pound of Flesh #1)(122)

Kat’s head dropped back and her hands pulled urgently at his waist. “You feel so good inside me, Carter.”

“Holy shit.” Carter covered her mouth with his. “Don’t,” he mumbled with a shake of his head.

Her dirty little words would be all he would need to end him.

“Can you go faster?”

He replied with a sharp shove of his cock that made Kat’s breath catch and her body rise. “But if I do, I won’t be able to stop.” He glanced down between their bodies to watch himself move in her. He twitched at the sight. “You feel too good.”

He moved his right arm from her hip and grabbed hold of her thigh, pushing her leg up farther so her knee was near his shoulder. The angle must have been a good one, because the groan that left her was stunning.

“There?” Carter asked in between deep loud pants. “You want it right there?”

He pushed harder and his eyes nearly dropped from their damn sockets when he slipped in even deeper. His hips began to move faster.

Kat cried out. “Don’t stop.”

Carter was pretty damn certain wild f*cking horses wouldn’t have been able to stop his ass. “Does it feel good?” His mouth latched on to her neck, where he began sucking and licking.

“Yes. Yes.”

He moaned and thrust twice, sure and hard, making Kat’s back lift from the bed. She held him closely, her nails making deep grooves into the flesh of his back. He wanted her to mark him. He wanted her brand on him.

His hips began slapping the backs of her thighs, hard. “I want …” The feel of her around him, her sounds, and smells were too much. He was starting to lose himself and he didn’t know whether to feel elated or scared to death.

“Anything.” She bit his earlobe, sensing his panic. “Have anything.”

“I need harder.” He released her other shoulder and placed his palm on the mattress by her head. “I want you harder.”

Kat ran her hand across his hair. “You want to f*ck me, Carter?”

All he could do was curse loudly in reply. He wanted more.

He rotated his hips and slammed into her. Kat yelled and Carter felt his body start to heat from the inside out, as his thrusts became firm and sure. His eyes shut of their own accord.

His body was no longer his own. It belonged to her. He was sucking air in through his teeth, every muscle in his body screaming for release. The sheets were just about ready to rip, he was gripping them so hard, and the headboard of the bed had begun to tap solidly against the wall.

“Please.” Kat gripped his face and brought his ear to her soft lips. “I want you to f*ck me.”

[page]Carter flew upright onto his knees, holding his weight as he pulled Kat’s body flush against his, her breasts crushed between them, gripping her by the hip and shoulder, and began pounding into her, deep, powerful strokes that made Kat scream. She clawed at him while his mouth bit and smothered as much of her as he was able, while the cries of “f*ck,” “harder,” and “Kat” filled the room until the walls could barely contain them.

Carter simply couldn’t stop f*cking the beautiful woman in his arms. He didn’t want to stop. He wanted this forever. He wanted her forever. He wanted to have this moment on loop for the rest of his life. Her taste. Her smell. The small cries of pleasure she was breathing in his ear. The shouts for more and the sounds of their bodies slamming together.

He gasped when their mouths met again, teeth and tongues everywhere at once.

And then Carter felt it.

Deep in his stomach as his balls tightened again, and his thighs took on a life of their own.