Page 74 of Unhinged Kallie

Nibbling the side of his neck, I sucked his earlobe into my mouth and moaned. His body flexed with the sound. “I saved myself for you,” I said shyly. I didn’t do shy often, but I was right now. “You’ll be my first. It’s the way I always wanted it.”

“Fuck.”

I sat up to look at him, not sure why he seemed annoyed by that.

“I wish I wasn’t like this.” He lifted his arm, and it shook before dropping to the bed. “I want this to be amazing for you.”

“Don’t worry. I’ve been practicing with toys. I know what I like.” His eyebrows shot up as I slid down his body to sit on his cock and rocked back and forth. “Mmm, that feels so good. You ready?”

“Yes, fuck, yes,” he said.

He was rocking his hips to my rhythm, and I loved it. I got into position and slowly eased down.

“Holy shit,” Carter groaned, his fingers squeezing my thighs tighter.

I could hardly breathe. Carter felt incredible, better than incredible. The uncontrollable butterflies and pleasure were nothing I could put into words. When I finally settled, I was sweating and panting hard as my body adjusted to him. There was a little pain, but it was delicious. I wasn’t even moving yet, and I was ready to explode. I tipped my head back and stared up at the ceiling, taking in the emotions and sensations coursing through my body as swiftly as my blood.

His every flex, touch, and shiver, I felt. The deep animal-like noises Carter made were directly connected to my libido. I pinched and rolled my nipples, and Carter swore again. When I looked down, his green eyes were burning with carnal desire, and I’d never get sick of him staring at me like that.

Bracing my hands on his chest, I moved up and gasped as he rubbed against all the pleasure spots inside me. Each one sent an electrical charge or spark to my system. Carter’s hands moved up to my waist, and as I lowered myself, he pulled me down harder and groaned, his back arching as our bodies connected.

“Carter, oh fuck,” I said, the pleasure so intense that my brain couldn’t think of anything more logical to say.

I couldn’t take my eyes off my name carved into his chest as I picked up the pace. A series of devastating events had led Carter to me, and we had grown close as if the universe knew we needed one another.

I was in a lightheaded state of longing and carnal gratification coming together in a vortex. The only thing that came close to this was when I took out my prey. The stalking, torturing, and killing sent a euphoric burst through my body.

“I’ve wanted you so fucking bad for so long,” Carter said, his voice strained as he thrust into me with every bounce. “Rub your clit, come on me. Fuck, I want to feel you come all over me.”

I moved my legs wider so he could watch and slipped a hand between my legs. I spread my fingers and caressed his cock.

“Oh shit! Trouble. Please come for me.”

“Beg me again.”

“Come for me. Come all over my cock. I can’t hang on much longer.”

Using the lubrication from our bodies, I granted him his wish and rubbed little circles on my clit. I was so close to coming myself that it only took a few seconds before I screamed his name and came harder than I ever had on my own.

“Yes, yes, oh fuck you’re perfect!” Carter yelled and thrust up so hard he almost dislodged me from his body as he came. I could feel his cock releasing, setting off another orgasm in my body, and like a wave coming into shore, it crashed into me, catching me off guard.

“Carter!” I screamed, my nails digging into his abs. I collapsed on his chest, trying to catch my breath, and could hear his heart pounding. It was as fast as mine, and I spread my hand over my name.

“Shit,” Carter mumbled later as he held me.

“What’s wrong?”

“We didn’t use protection. Fuck, I’m an idiot.” I smirked. “Are you smiling? This isn’t good.”

I snickered at the worry in his voice because I didn’t care. Yes, total cliché to be pregnant at eighteen, but I adored kids and animals despite my unusual cravings. If I was pregnant, so be it. I already knew what I wanted to do for a living, and it didn’t require me to work a nine-to-five or take five more years of schooling.

I lifted my head and smiled at his horrified expression, and I knew that look so well that I understood he was actually worried about my dad.

“Stop worrying.”

“How can I not?” Carter rubbed at his eyes. “I will gladly die for you any day, but I really don’t feel like having your dad torture the shit out of me for weeks before he dices up my cock and feeds me to your pigs because I got you pregnant.”

I laughed, and it tightened my pussy around his cock. He groaned as I moaned at the sensation. Yes, we were definitely going another round.