Book IV of the UNC Series
Carter Blake has a bone-deep hatred for the world-and especially for the people in it. All he wants is to keep his head down, focus on school and basketball, and avoid the mess of human connection. After enduring years of...
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Her arousal perfumes the air.
I groan at the sight of her plump ass flush against my hips. I knead her flesh in my hands as I push inside her, feeling her smooth walls rub against my hard cock, fitting so tight, making me never want to leave her.
She stretches her arms straight out as she arches her shoulders, thrusting her hips further into me. And the sight is fucking glorious.
My thrusts become wild and unrestrained. I grit my jaw as I try to contain my groans.
"Fuck," I growl as hot white flashes of heat shoot up my spine; warmth pools in my lower belly, a knot threatening to unravel.
I grip her hips tightly, digging my fingers into the inked tattoos on her skin. I push her down, quickening my thrust, and I groan loudly as she meets me, thrust for thrust.
"You take me so well, pretty girl," My voice is thick, laden with carnal desire. Pleasure shoots up my spine when she shifts, taking me in before I've even had a chance to push back into her.
She becomes impossibly wet as I feel her arousal leaking out of her, coating my thighs and cock. I slide one of my hands down her spine, tracing the ridges and dips before palming the nape of her neck. Her damp hair clings and wraps around my fingers like snakes. She tilts her face, pressing her profile into the mattress as I leverage my grip on her neck to keep her there, increasing my speed and precision as I thrust my hips against her.
My thighs slap against the back of hers as my balls slam against her clit, and I can hear every time it does in her breathy moans.
"That's it, Addison. Do you want to come again?" My voice is thick and wanton, laden with desire.
She nods eagerly against my sheets, her hands forming fists against my pillows. She arches her back more, widening her thighs to take me in further. I groan at how easily I glide in and out of her. With no restraint, so effortlessly, but with still so much friction.
My eyes roll to the back of my head, and sweet desire shoots up to the pit of my stomach.
Keeping my hand around her neck, my other hand finds her clit, circling and applying pressure as I quicken my pace. Thrusting in and out of her, her moans and cries of my name aiding me on and on. I restrain myself, forcing myself not to come yet. Like a song written just for me, her sounds are like music to my ears.
With her spread out before me, her knees wide, her back arched as she takes me so well, I want to hurt all the men that came before me. Hurt everyone who's seen her like this. Because no one deserves to have her like this. Divine. Ethereal.
Not even me. And especially not Spencer.
After what he said about her, I want to scratch the image of Addie being like this from his diminutive mind.
Drawing back, I note how slick my cock is, and a euphoric sensation swells in my balls.
Moving my hand from her neck, I twist her hair around my fist. The other hand snakes up to settle on her shoulder as I tug her upward, pressing her back to my chest.
