The Carmichael Sunshine

Chapter 10

Our kiss wasn't sweet.

It wasn't gentle.

Or kind.

It wasn't laced with love or care.

It was a frenzy of teeth, tongue, and need. I cried into him as he bit down on my bottom lip. I tasted my blood in my mouth, but had no time to recover as he began his assault with his tongue, deep in my mouth. He didn't want to taste. He wanted to devour.

And I was right there with him.

Connor picked me up and slammed me against the bookshelf again. Books fell behind me. Neither of us stopped or gave a fuck. The door was wide open. Let them hear.

Connor fucked my mouth with his tongue and I let him. I absorbed it all.

Give me everything, I begged wordlessly as I let my tongue move with his in our frenzied dance. I ripped at his sweater helplessly, shoving it up over his head, letting my hands roam over his impressive abs and broad chest. One I knew so well, one I dreamt about endlessly these past months.

Connor squeezed my ass before trailing his hands up my waist.

I don't know if he really cared about me. Or if he just wanted to fuck me. And I didn't care. I didn't care one bit. I needed him inside of me.

I would fucking miss you.

He ripped my t-shirt up over my head and practically tore my bra off. His lips moved down my neck as he kneaded my tits in his hands. I cried out, moaning for more. I didn't care how loud I was.

He pinched my nipples with a punishing force before dipping his head down and sucking them hard.

"Fuck," I hissed, arching myself into him, feeling the way he varied between biting and licking them. Punish and reward. Punish and reward. "God," I whined, my voice too high, not even sounding like myself.

Connor wasn't careful with me. I didn't need careful.

Neither did he.

I tore off his belt and unbuckled his pants as he bit down on my nipple. I cried out before shoving my hand around his huge, hard cock. He felt so fucking good.

I knew he would.

"I knew you'd be fucking huge," I panted.

He chuckled evilly as he bit down on my opposite nipple again. He was relentless.

I moved my hand up and down his shaft, feeling him get harder and harder by the second. Red and angry.

He picked me up and moved me down the aisle of the bookshelves, slamming me down on a table between two shelves, bending me forward as he aggressively pulled down my yoga pants.

"Thought you were desperate for new panties," he growled, noticing I wasn't wearing any.

I gasped as I felt him slap my ass. Not once, twice, three times.

I moaned when he did it to the other cheek.

He slapped with feeling, like he truly was punishing. I arched my back into him. When he was done punishing, he rewarded with slow kisses over my ass cheeks, licking the fleshy, fatty skin of my backside.

Connor leaned over me, pulling me upright so my now naked body was flush against his frontside. I felt every hard ridge of his body, felt the beam between us of his cock. My fleshy curves fit right into him like a pillow.