Hayden (A Next Generation Carter Brother #4) - Lisa Helen Gray Page 0,98
her legs around my waist.
“God, I want you so bad,” I growl, sliding the key card out my back pocket and into the door.
Shutting the door behind us, I walk her to the end of the bed, placing her on her feet. Within seconds, we’re both reaching for each other’s clothes.
I groan when I get another look at her in her black laced bra and briefs. Her toned body has my cock twitching.
Her hand runs over my bare chest and a tortured pleasure shoots through me. I won’t last. Not with her. Not with her hands on me.
I gently lie her back on the bed, gripping her briefs and slowly slide them down her legs. “Take off your bra,” I order.
She moans, reaching up to unclip it. When her gorgeous breasts are free, I eye them for a moment, moaning.
I cup her pussy, rubbing the palm of my hand over her clit. She arches, moaning low in her throat.
“Please,” she rasps, rising her hips off the bed.
I smirk, bending down and kissing her pubic bone, licking down to her mould and over her clit.
She bucks, slapping her hands down on the sheets, gripping them. I continue to torture her, flicking the tip of my tongue over her clit as I pump a finger inside of her.
“I want you inside me,” she growls, her breathing coming faster.
“Tonight, we are going slow.”
“What?” she screeches before another moan escapes her.
I thrust another finger into her, forcing back a smirk at the sound of her moans. “I want you slow.”
“I want it hard.”
I thrust another finger up inside of her, pumping at a nice, steady pace. “You’ll have what I give you.”
I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her whilst sucking her clit into my mouth. She bucks, convulsing under me as she screams through her orgasm.
I kneel over her, pushing her up the bed before settling between her legs.
“Clayton,” she groans, gripping my shoulders.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her, leaning over to grab a condom off the side. I roll it on, loving the heated expression on her face as she watches me.
I lean down, kissing along her neck, breathing her in. “You smell good. Really good.”
“Fuck me,” she begs.
My cock presses against her wetness, sliding through her slick folds. I lean down, capturing her lips with mine, demanding access with my tongue. Her fingers dig into my shoulders harder and I growl, reaching down and lining my cock at her entrance before thrusting hard inside her.
“Clayton,” she cries out.
Slowly, I rock in and out, watching as her face scrunches up in frustration. “Slow,” I remind her, thrusting inside.
“Stop torturing me,” she pleads, thrusting her hips up.
I lean down, sucking her nipple into my mouth before letting it go with a pop. I rise up, running a hand through her hair as I stare down at her. Her lips part, her lids lowering in a flutter.
“You drive me insane.”
“You are driving me insane,” she growls.
I smirk before leaning down, kissing her deeply. I feel like I’m burning from within, my entire body heating from having her.
Her muscles clench around my cock, and I moan, tensing above her. It’s hard not to ram inside her hard and fast, but we’ve done that. I want to show her she means more to me than a quick fuck.
Her nails rake down my back and she knows what that does to me. I growl against her lips, speeding up my movements.
“You are torture,” I tell her, my voice raspy.
“Ditto,” she tells me, bringing my head down for another kiss.
My cock slides through her wetness with ease, throbbing inside of her.
I reach down between us, rubbing her clit in a slow, torturous circular motion.
“Oh God,” she moans, squeezing her eyes shut.
When she opens them, she blinks up at me, her breathing laboured. I cup her jaw, locking my gaze with hers.
Her pupils dilate, her lips parting on a soft puff of air. “Clayton,” she whispers.
I’m close, too close, and I want to make sure she comes first.
“Hayden.”
Her eyes close as every muscle in her body tightens, her hips arching off the bed as a moan escapes her lips.
Feeling her tighten around my cock, my body trembles through my own orgasm. I shoot my load into the condom as I continue to ride out my orgasm.
I strum my thumb over her cheek and her lids flutter open and a flash of vulnerability passes through her.
I open my mouth—to say what, I don’t know—but no words form.