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He crushed his mouth against hers again, fisted her hair, and yanked her head back. She groaned. Kissing down her jawline, he found her neck. His teeth grazed her skin, and she shuddered.

“Please, don’t stop,” she gasped and rolled her hips as best she could while gripping on to the steel of his biceps. Feral desperation consumed her.

“Are you sure?” he said against her throat.

“Yes.” She nodded quickly. “I want you.”

Like lightning, one of his hands slid under her shirt. Her skin was on fire. She pressed her chest against his palm as she panted heavy breaths. At first, he gently cupped the swell of her breast, but soon, he divested her of her shirt and tugged her bra from her.

Kneeling before her, he covered her breasts with both hands. He didn’t say anything, but she knew what his eyes asked.

Empowered, emboldened, and horny as fuck, she nodded. “Keep going.”

As he massaged her flesh with one hand, he brought his mouth to the tip of her nipple. Staring down her body, she bit her lower lip the moment his tongue flicked against the tight peak of her breast.

Her body sparked to life. Lightning jolted through her, and she jerked slightly. Her panties were soaked through. There would be a giant dark spot in the crotch of her leggings, and she didn’t care. All that mattered was his mouth on her body. She craved the feel of him so desperately she might explode if he stopped.

He lavished attention on one tit and then the other, alternating between pinching and gently biting her nipples. Her moans morphed into whines as she ran her fingers through his hair. Grinding her hips, she humped the air desperately as she held his head in place, savoring the way he worshipped her sensitive breasts.

“I want,” she gasped, finding it hard to speak. “I need.”

“Tell me,” he coached. “I’ll do whatever you ask.”

Whimpering, she threw her head back as she trembled in yearning. “I want you.”

“What about me?”

She couldn’t formulate words. Her brain had checked out. The fog of hedonistic longing had consumed her.

“I’m not going to cross a line. You have to tell me explicitly what you need me to do.”

“Fuck,” she groaned.

“Is that your request?”

“Yes.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Oh, God, yes! Fuck me. Now!” she practically screamed.

Kid wasted no time in stepping from between her thighs and hooking his fingers into the waistband of her leggings. “You sure?”

Carrie covered his hands and shoved. “Do it now before I throw you on the ground and mount you.”

She’d never been more certain of anything in her life. Eight months wasn’t necessarily all that long to go without sex, but for Carrie, it had been an eternity. She hadn’t been aware of how needy she’d become until Kid kissed her.

With a quick and hearty yank, he dragged her pants down her legs, taking her shoes off with them, and tossed them aside. Her panties went with them. Her bare ass sat on the cold desk.

Watching him intently, she leaned back as best she could and spread her thighs, revealing her swollen, slick pussy to him. His gaze went to her sex, and his eyes darkened. The hunger in them made her quiver.

With one hand, he worked the button of his jeans. The other hovered over the curls covering her sex.

“Beautiful,” he said softly.

“Touch me,” she begged.

Gently, he slid his finger down her slit and then back up again. Her breath hitched as he grazed her throbbing clit. She closed her eyes as he delved between her lower lips, teasing her opening.