Cum_Inside
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Carter enjoyed her mouth on his dick for a while, talking her through it and encouraging her before stuffing it deep down her throat. Anna could take it - being able to deepthroat was a skill she was most proud of. Although she generally gagged quite a bit, she always got over that small hump with some patience from her partner and a couple deep breaths in through her nose. It was especially hard with Carter, not having a cock of that girth before. It would take her some practice before she could manage to successfully take it all.
She was loving how vocal he was; telling her exactly how he liked it and guiding her mouth. His natural dominance was obvious as he used her, fucking her throat. It was exceptionally hot when he looked down to meet her eyes as she sucked, watching her perform this sinful deed like she was born to do it.
The surprise was when he didn’t let her finish him off and instead tipped her onto her back so he could eat her out instead was a welcome feeling. Like she’d said, Simon refused to go down on her, insisting that it was “dirty”, and here Carter was sucking and licking like it was his last meal and exclaiming how delicious it was. “I made myself cum from imagining you eating my wet pussy in the shower before dinner,” she admitted breathlessly, tangling her fingers in his hair to help press his face even deeper. His stubble against the inside of her thighs was helping to work her up even further, loving the scratchy rough embodiment of masculinity it so thoroughly demonstrated.
Her thighs clamped around the sides of his head and her knees curled over his shoulders. She tossed her head back and practically shouted in pleasure as he sucked her clit into his mouth. “Oh fuck baby, your mouth is so good.” He was just as relentless in this endeavour as he was in his business ventures, adding a finger to the mix when he felt like she was ready, thrusting it deep inside her pussy. It didn’t take long for her to feel as though her orgasm was going to crash over her, the dual stimulation of her cunt combined with the thought of how long it had been since a man had put his mouth down there. She rode his face as she moaned, “fuck Carter I’m going to cummmm!”
He ate her through it, cleaning up all of the juice that gushed out of her as she came. When he rose up between her thighs and slid up her body to kiss her, they enjoyed sharing her taste between them. Carter’s eyes locked on hers as he reached down to rub his cockhead through her wet slit, saturating it in pussy juice as he teased her with it, leaning above her.
Anna was on the pill and had no other partners other than Simon - she was clean and her birth control was well regulated. Unless he insisted, there was no reason Anna could come up to argue against him fucking her bareback and cumming inside her. She said as much, “you can fuck me bare if you want,” and his answering groan was answer enough. He’d just guided his dick to the opening of her cunt when her phone started ringing incessantly.
“Ignore it,” he demanded, continuing his slow push forward, wanting to savour his first breach into the pussy he now considered as his property. He was never letting her go back to her ex, so he was going to paint her insides white and claim her for real.
Anna did try to do as he said; to ignore the phone, but it would stop and then start all over again, never stopping for long. She sighed, pushing at his chest and dislodging him from her body, rolling out from underneath him. Something must be wrong if someone was this determined to get a hold of her; all of her important family and friends knew that she was away on business and were more likely to leave her alone unless something critical had happened.
Carter collapsed on his back next to her, frustrated, as she reached for her cell. Anna answered without looking at the caller ID. “Hello, Annaleigh speaking.”
Her face paled as she froze, her naked body stretched out in the luxury of the five-star sheets on Carter’s bed. “Simon. What a surprise. I didn’t expect to hear from you after our less than stellar break-up,” she muttered into the phone, all excitement and sexual arousal fading as her bad mood returned.
Underneath all of that was guilt, quickly spreading and threatening to drown her in it. Less than 24 hours after her break-up with her boyfriend of four years, Anna was about to let another man bury himself inside her. Even though he’d been caught with another woman and she’d technically broken up with Simon last night, why did it feel like she was the cheater? Ice flooded her veins.
She hopped out of bed and immediately dashed for her clothes, wiggling into her skirt and scooping up her undergarments without giving Carter an opportunity to say anything or stop her. She half buttoned her shirt as she rushed out the door, slamming it behind her and scanning herself into her room, instantly feeling sobriety wash over her. Simon was gabbing on the other end of the line, apologizing and begging her to come home. He wanted to sit down and discuss the events of last night.
Her emotions were all over the place and she was beginning to feel exhaustion settle over her like a heavy blanket. She collapsed in a heap against the door, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder. Half-heartedly, she mumbled that they’d talk about it tomorrow - that Anna was jet-lagged from the flight and needed to sleep on it. He accepted that excuse, none the wiser that she’d just run from another man’s bed, saying his goodbyes and hanging up.
Anna tossed her phone across the room and felt like screaming, staring blankly at the bra still clutched in her hands. What had she done? A drunken, emotional moment of weakness had almost led her to make a critical mistake - although she was sure that she was starting to develop feelings for Carter, her relationship status was too complicated already. And he was her boss, not to mention someone way out of her league. There could never be anything between them. Everything was a total mess - her good feelings from dinner evaporated in a numb haze of smoke as she thought carefully about the broken pieces of her life.
The only thing that was for sure? Anna probably would have no job when she woke up in the morning. To reject Carter at all was callous and dangerous, but let alone in the middle of sex? It was a one-way ticket to unemployment for the rest of her life. There was no doubt he’d probably make her life hell for this slight, and she’d rightfully deserve it, but it was fear-inducing regardless. He could hold this over her head and use it to blackmail her and there would be nothing she could do. Annaleigh was at his mercy.
She prepared to book her ticket home, climbing to her feet and showering on autopilot, washing off the perceived feeling of being “dirty” after the events of the evening. The tears started as she cleaned herself, before packing her suitcase back up. Sniffling and wiping at her eyes, Anna tucked herself under the covers and began to sob. Needless to say, she didn’t get any sleep that night.
She was loving how vocal he was; telling her exactly how he liked it and guiding her mouth. His natural dominance was obvious as he used her, fucking her throat. It was exceptionally hot when he looked down to meet her eyes as she sucked, watching her perform this sinful deed like she was born to do it.
The surprise was when he didn’t let her finish him off and instead tipped her onto her back so he could eat her out instead was a welcome feeling. Like she’d said, Simon refused to go down on her, insisting that it was “dirty”, and here Carter was sucking and licking like it was his last meal and exclaiming how delicious it was. “I made myself cum from imagining you eating my wet pussy in the shower before dinner,” she admitted breathlessly, tangling her fingers in his hair to help press his face even deeper. His stubble against the inside of her thighs was helping to work her up even further, loving the scratchy rough embodiment of masculinity it so thoroughly demonstrated.
Her thighs clamped around the sides of his head and her knees curled over his shoulders. She tossed her head back and practically shouted in pleasure as he sucked her clit into his mouth. “Oh fuck baby, your mouth is so good.” He was just as relentless in this endeavour as he was in his business ventures, adding a finger to the mix when he felt like she was ready, thrusting it deep inside her pussy. It didn’t take long for her to feel as though her orgasm was going to crash over her, the dual stimulation of her cunt combined with the thought of how long it had been since a man had put his mouth down there. She rode his face as she moaned, “fuck Carter I’m going to cummmm!”
He ate her through it, cleaning up all of the juice that gushed out of her as she came. When he rose up between her thighs and slid up her body to kiss her, they enjoyed sharing her taste between them. Carter’s eyes locked on hers as he reached down to rub his cockhead through her wet slit, saturating it in pussy juice as he teased her with it, leaning above her.
Anna was on the pill and had no other partners other than Simon - she was clean and her birth control was well regulated. Unless he insisted, there was no reason Anna could come up to argue against him fucking her bareback and cumming inside her. She said as much, “you can fuck me bare if you want,” and his answering groan was answer enough. He’d just guided his dick to the opening of her cunt when her phone started ringing incessantly.
“Ignore it,” he demanded, continuing his slow push forward, wanting to savour his first breach into the pussy he now considered as his property. He was never letting her go back to her ex, so he was going to paint her insides white and claim her for real.
Anna did try to do as he said; to ignore the phone, but it would stop and then start all over again, never stopping for long. She sighed, pushing at his chest and dislodging him from her body, rolling out from underneath him. Something must be wrong if someone was this determined to get a hold of her; all of her important family and friends knew that she was away on business and were more likely to leave her alone unless something critical had happened.
Carter collapsed on his back next to her, frustrated, as she reached for her cell. Anna answered without looking at the caller ID. “Hello, Annaleigh speaking.”
Her face paled as she froze, her naked body stretched out in the luxury of the five-star sheets on Carter’s bed. “Simon. What a surprise. I didn’t expect to hear from you after our less than stellar break-up,” she muttered into the phone, all excitement and sexual arousal fading as her bad mood returned.
Underneath all of that was guilt, quickly spreading and threatening to drown her in it. Less than 24 hours after her break-up with her boyfriend of four years, Anna was about to let another man bury himself inside her. Even though he’d been caught with another woman and she’d technically broken up with Simon last night, why did it feel like she was the cheater? Ice flooded her veins.
She hopped out of bed and immediately dashed for her clothes, wiggling into her skirt and scooping up her undergarments without giving Carter an opportunity to say anything or stop her. She half buttoned her shirt as she rushed out the door, slamming it behind her and scanning herself into her room, instantly feeling sobriety wash over her. Simon was gabbing on the other end of the line, apologizing and begging her to come home. He wanted to sit down and discuss the events of last night.
Her emotions were all over the place and she was beginning to feel exhaustion settle over her like a heavy blanket. She collapsed in a heap against the door, cradling the phone between her ear and shoulder. Half-heartedly, she mumbled that they’d talk about it tomorrow - that Anna was jet-lagged from the flight and needed to sleep on it. He accepted that excuse, none the wiser that she’d just run from another man’s bed, saying his goodbyes and hanging up.
Anna tossed her phone across the room and felt like screaming, staring blankly at the bra still clutched in her hands. What had she done? A drunken, emotional moment of weakness had almost led her to make a critical mistake - although she was sure that she was starting to develop feelings for Carter, her relationship status was too complicated already. And he was her boss, not to mention someone way out of her league. There could never be anything between them. Everything was a total mess - her good feelings from dinner evaporated in a numb haze of smoke as she thought carefully about the broken pieces of her life.
The only thing that was for sure? Anna probably would have no job when she woke up in the morning. To reject Carter at all was callous and dangerous, but let alone in the middle of sex? It was a one-way ticket to unemployment for the rest of her life. There was no doubt he’d probably make her life hell for this slight, and she’d rightfully deserve it, but it was fear-inducing regardless. He could hold this over her head and use it to blackmail her and there would be nothing she could do. Annaleigh was at his mercy.
She prepared to book her ticket home, climbing to her feet and showering on autopilot, washing off the perceived feeling of being “dirty” after the events of the evening. The tears started as she cleaned herself, before packing her suitcase back up. Sniffling and wiping at her eyes, Anna tucked herself under the covers and began to sob. Needless to say, she didn’t get any sleep that night.
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