Blasphemous (Torn #3)(42)



Um, um, f*uk!!!!!

“My lips,” he whispered against my neck, nipping it. “My tongue.” He licked the valley between my breasts. “My fingers.” He captured my nipple over the thin chemise, twisting it with purpose. “My dick.” He slammed his hips into my sensitive womanhood with great force and I cried out with anticipation as he rubbed my clit with the roughness of his jeans, showing no signs of slowing down. “Tell me what you want. I’ll pleasure you all day long.”

“All of them—use all of them, but with no penetration of any kind.” Nether region infiltration was too personal for me. As horny as I was right now, I still couldn’t go through the whole nine yards yet.

Someday, I knew I had to eventually do it, but for now, I could suffice my carnal pursuits with other pleasurable actions without jeopardizing much of myself.

“Let me see your beautiful, tight body, baby.” Carter was on his knees, pushing the hem of my dress up, carefully taking it off.

His eyes zeroed in on my exposed pu**y while I half-sat, watching him admire me with those dark orbs, absorbing every single detail of my ripe nakedness as his eyes became reacquainted with my body once again. Biting his bottom lip, he got out of bed and took care of his soaked jeans and briefs, taking them off without breaking our gaze.

The sight of his cock, thick and long, jutting proudly before my very hungry sight, made me question if I was crazy not to have sex with him.

“Having second thoughts?” Carter motioned towards me, carefully placing his body atop mine, making sure our sexes didn’t make contact, much to my disappointment.

“You f*uking made me a handicapped man, Emma,” he declared in one harsh breath before imprisoning my body under his. Pressing his hard chest on my breasts as he unhurriedly consumed me.

When he gradually lowered himself towards my breasts, I almost sighed with relief since he took his time with me. The old Carter took without consideration, but this new man was crucially and deliberately plaguing me with acute sexual frustration.

I wanted the crazy, mindless, couldn’t-get-enough-of-you hunger. Not this let’s make slow passionate love until we grow white hair type. “Carter—please, hurry!” Adamantly pushing him to get down south and take care of the business. “Finally!” I panted out my relief when his tongue parted my slit. I could feel Carter grinning as he suckled on my core.

“Just to warn you, birthday girl. I’m not parting with this delicious pu**y until I make you come twenty-one times.” A second after his warning, his mouth locked-down on my hot entrance, flicking it all the way up beneath my clit and back down, past the tip of the entrance, while his thumb was frenetically teasing my clit. My womb immediately tightened, tensing as a new, growing sensation was budding in me.

“Carter!” Screeching with urgency whilst grabbing his hair, nails gripping his skull, when I felt his left thumb begin to rub circles in my other canal—simultaneously along with his relentless tongue and his thumb on my clit. “Aww… Oww… OH.” I heaved out, writhing without shame. “OH. GOD. OH f*uk!!!” I sobbed with a half scream as I bit my lip, riding the severely intense orgasm with little energy left.

“How was that for a start?” Carter parted from my mound as he drove his lips onto mine. Snaking his tongue out as he made me taste my very essence. One hand teased my breast while the other cupped my ass, squeezing and gripping as he gently parted me wider, nestling himself in between my thighs.

He swallowed my loud gasp when his hot length sat on my pu**y, tempting me to cater to its need. My nails were fiercely stuck on his ass when he started to glide his length over mine. Igniting a different hunger than what his tongue had unleashed in me.

“Baby, you are so wet,” he bit out through gritted teeth as he paced himself faster, fastening my legs behind his hips as he started to lose control. “You feel so good. It makes me want to f*uk you, so bad. Let me f*uk it, baby.”

No. Yes. No. Maybe. Yes. No.

I was still engrossed in my indecision when I felt the tip of his head slowly pierce me, seeking permission to slide through. “Tell me that doesn’t feel f*uking good.”

It did. Hell, it did. “I can’t. Not yet, Carter.”

“Okay, baby. I’ll pull out if you just let me put all of the head inside for a minute, then I can make us both come.” He offered a deal.

To be fair, I suppose I could do that. “One minute.”

When the tip of his shaft made a furious push, opening my tight channel for his intrusion, Carter was burning holes into me. Dark clashed with blue as we both experienced his entrance, measuring as it went deeper in such a slow agonizing way, I felt every single feeling in me.

A pained expression crossed his face when he knew he couldn’t go any further. He lavished it as I felt him expand the head inside me, making me writhe in ecstasy. When he slowly pulled back out, he went in again without going past half an inch after his head. God, I wasn’t going to deny that having him inside me felt so good, but it didn’t feel right.

Carter was kissing me again as he pulled out of me and positioned my legs over his shoulders. When he began gliding manically, I reached to my side and sought for his scrotum, tugging the sac, stimulating him further.

The old instincts kicked in, noticing the evident signs of Carter about to come soon. I gripped his balls the second he released a harsh sound as the first string of semen shot out of his tiny slit, spurting my navel with his seed.

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