Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116597 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 583(@200wpm)___ 466(@250wpm)___ 389(@300wpm)
Still, even in the role reversal, Livia drove. She made me ask. She made me say exactly what I wanted. Every time I hesitated, every time my gaze flicked away from the mirror, she stopped.
And so, I watched, the visceral grip of it all so tight I felt like I couldn’t breathe. It was too much, the flex of my abdomen as I rocked in and out of her mouth, the perfect slope of her back to the beautiful swells of her ass. I watched her head bob, her hair in my hands, and I felt a roaring fire searing through me.
“Lick my balls,” I said with more confidence than I knew I had.
Livia hummed her approval with a smile before she did exactly what I asked, her eyes floating up to mine.
And fuck, I wanted to come. I wanted to spill right then and there, all over her. I wanted to paint her and watch the masterpiece unravel in real time.
But there was a desire that burned deeper.
And if this was the only time she was going to relinquish full control to me, I wouldn’t waste it.
“Stop,” I said, pulling away from her touch.
Livia frowned up at me, her brows folded together. “Are you safe wording me?”
“Fuck no,” I breathed on a laugh. I helped her stand, and wordlessly, guided her to the bed. “But I can’t take it any longer. I need to be inside you.”
With that, I bent her at the waist, her hands finding the edge of my bed as I lined up behind her.
“Carter— oh, fuck.”
My hands on her waist, I slid all the way inside her in one flex, both of us moaning together at the feeling.
“God, Liv,” I murmured as I began to work in and out of her. “Your mouth is so fucking hot, but it’s nothing compared to this, compared to the way you feel wrapped so tightly around me.”
She whimpered, fingers curling in the comforter.
“I know tonight is about me,” I said, nipping at her earlobe as I fucked her hard and steady. “But I won’t come until you do. I refuse.”
I hiked one of her legs up onto the bed so I could have easier access to reach around and find her clit.
“Nothing turns me on more than hearing you fall apart.”
She pressed her head back against my shoulder, legs trembling as I found her clit and began to smooth circles over it with my fingertips. I knew now how fast to go, where not to touch, the exact right pressure to apply.
She’d taught me well, and it took only moments before she was gripping and bucking and seeking.
“Fuck,” she cursed. “Oh, fuck. Yes.”
“That’s it,” I growled in her ear. “Look at how you take my cock,” I told her, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at where our reflections still touched the mirror. “You fucking love the way I fill you up, don’t you? You say I’m yours. Well, you’re mine, too, Livia. Tonight, I own you. Now give me what I asked for.”
“Carter,” she whispered, and then her eyes were shutting, her hips rocking wildly, and I matched her pace until I knew she was close.
Then I fucked her deeper, not as hard, just little pulses in and out so I brushed that sensitive spot inside her I knew would get here there. That combined with my attention to her clit sent her over the edge, and I basked in the glow of her flying apart at my hand.
Livia was a goddess, an absolute fucking vision as she moaned and squirmed and clawed at me like she’d die if I stopped. I felt her walls tightening around me, pulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, and it was all I needed to follow.
“You’ve fucking wrecked me, you know,” I growled in her ear, thrusting harder, chills racing up my spine with how good it felt to watch myself fuck her. “How could I ever have another woman? How could I ever find anything better than this?”
I groaned when my release caught, thrusting inside her and holding as it shuddered through me. Livia held onto me like a lifeline, both of us panting and moaning together until I was spent.
For a moment, we stayed like that. I planted soft kisses along the back of her neck, flexing in slowly as I softened inside her. Her breaths heaved through her, breasts swelling and falling as her hands gripped me wherever she could — my thigh, my ass, the back of my neck.
When I could barely stand any longer, I reluctantly withdrew, but I held onto her. I pulled her into my bed without asking, curling around her, any inch of space too much.
“Jesus, Mary, and Gretzky, Liv,” I said into her hair on a smile, kissing behind her ear. “That was…” I shook my head, unable to find a single word in the English language to convey it.