Desire

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Carter looked at me like I had three heads when I told him to fuck my mouth hard. Alas, he did what I asked, driving his cock into my mouth. Then he pulled his cock out and spat down my lips, laying on my breast.

"Such a good girl," he praised. I smiled. He drove his cock back into my mouth, not allowing me to catch my breath. I smiled against his cock. As much as I hate to say it, I love it when he treats me this way. There's something so hot about being dominated by a tall, handsome man.

He groans, and I hum against his cock. "God, you're going to be the death of me, Adelaide," he says.

Tears formed in my eyes, and I was sure my makeup was running down my eyes. He wiped the tears from my eyes. "Promise to tell me when it's too much, Princess,"

I nod. But I knew there wasn't going to be too much. I always wanted more. He drove his cock out of my mouth. Then he pulled out and let his cum all over my breast.
"Your such a good slut, Adelaide,"

I loved the praise just as much as I loved the sex. I would do anything to please him. He grabbed me by my arms and put me on my feet. My legs felt weak, and I almost fell, but he caught me.  I waited in anticipation of what was going to happen next. Is he going to fuck me into the next universe? God, I hope he does.

He stares at me like he's trying so hard not to take in my body, covered in his cum. Then his eyes betray him, and he looks down at my breast. "God, Adelaide," he calls. He takes my lips like a hungered beast trying to eat his prey. In moments like this is when I know that I love him and that he probably loves me too.

He pulls away and spins me around so my back is to his front. I feel his breath on my ears as he whispers, "Do you feel how hard you make me?" he questions, his voice husky.

"Yes," I said, rushed and uneven. Could he just fuck me already? Why does he always have to tease me?  I could feel his rock-hard cock right against my ass. His hands gilded against my skin which made me shiver.

"Stop. Teasing me," I begged. My voice is uncontrolled. He laughed against my body, and I felt it vibrate through me.

"So you can be a tease, and I can't?" he questioned. I'm so flustered and horny. I just want him to fuck me. But no, he's going to take his time and enjoy the fuck out of it. That's what I get for always mouthing off.

But am I going to stop? No, It's in my nature I can't. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't. I shake my head. "Good Girl,"

He slides his hand to the front of my pants and pulls them down. When I try to help him, he holds them tight, not letting me rush to take them off. "No, Princess. You have to have patience."

He's trying to teach me a lesson, which I dislike. I nod, not wanting punishment instead. He tries again, pulling my pants down to my ankles. I lifted my foot so he could take it off my body.

Now I was completely naked, and he was completely clothed. I tried to turn to face him, but he grabbed my arm to stop me. I hear him unbuckle his belt from behind me, and I shiver. He grabbed my arm and put my hand against my back. I felt the rubber of his belt wrapped around my wrist, and he put it tightly.

Then he slipped his cock into my folds without warning. He started to fuck me like a savage beast. "Fuck. Yes," I moaned. He held me in place, not letting me be able to run away.

The room filled with the noise of our skin smacking together. The moans that fell from his and mine lips.

"Your such a pretty slut, taking that cock like a good girl," he whispers into my ear. Followed by a grunt.

"Yes, Carter. Please fuck me harder," I screamed. I could feel myself close and that's when he pulled out of me.

I turned to look at him, glaring at him. He had a fucking smirk on his face. "Do you really think you deserve to cum Princess?"

I want to nod my head yes but I know the answer is no. This is my punishment for being a brat. I shake my head no.

"Good. Now, you know your actions have consequences. Knee," he commands. I do as he says and I knees in front of him. He sits on the couch and pats his leg for me to sit. I sit on his lap and he grabs my leg and puts my ass up in the air. My face is in the couch. Then I feel a huge sting on my ass and I try to run away but he holds onto my body.

Another slap

And another

And another.

My ass feels tingly. He lifts my head to look at him. "Are you going to be a good girl?"

I nod. I could feel myself dripping in my panties and I'll do anything to have him inside of me again. He chuckles like he read my thoughts. It's like he can read my desperation on my face.

"Carter. Please," I begged him. God I hate the sound of desperation in my voice. I hate that he's the one who's bringing it out of me. Especially after what happened. I can't see his face but I know that he's amused.

"Do you think you deserve it?"" he questioned.

I nod. Another loud and hard smack goes throughout my body. The answer was probably no and because I lied there was punishment.

"Do you think you deserve it, Carter?" I questioned him. He goes stiff. My question stunted him. We haven't talked about what happened the other night but we never do. Everything is: we fight, we have sex and we move on.

"Adelaide" he speaks softly like to not trigger me. Of course he doesn't want to talk about what happened. Why did I even try?

"Forget it, Carter," I said lifting myself from his lap. Why did I expect him to be able to change? he's always going to be Carter Gilmore.

"Adelaide" he calls again. My back is to him and my hands are covering my face.

"What?" I snapped at him turning to look at him in the eyes. He went silent and just gave me a pity look.

I want him out of here I don't want him to see me cry in front of him. But, he pulled me to his chest and wrapped his arm around me, the tears fell from my face.

"I'm sorry, Adelaide," he whispers into my ears. "I'm so fucking sorry you had to see that. If I could take it back. God, I would,"

He took me by surprise. I didn't expect him to apologize and definitely didn't expect him to hold me like this. I don't know what to do now.

He took his lips into mine in an embrace. I wanted to pull away and tell him that nothing he could do would fix us. But I didn't. Instead, I kissed him back.

I knew that no matter what he did, I would still love him. That's the part that killed me the most. It's like we're two parts of a shattered mirror trying to put the pieces back together. No matter how much we try we just can't fix the mirror but we still try. Maybe I should stop trying to fix someone who doesn't want to be fixed.