Carter Cruise Sexy Novels & Stories

Ethan's POV I sensed the longing in her gaze, pleading for more but I refused to yield so easily. I craved to hear her voice, to feel her surrender completely. Chelsea's cries of pleasure echoed in my ears, igniting a primal desire within me unlike my girlfriend who is never satisfied but sweet. I pushed myself into her, slow and deliberate, ensuring every inch penetrated her deeply, reaching depths that ignited a fire within her. She dug her nails into my back, gasping as I filled her completely, our bodies merging in a primal dance of passion and desire.

His noises flamed my lust. “Oh, shit!” Carter gasped as I abused his tender flesh to the point of bruising, marking what was mine with hickeys. Then I gradually moved closer to his needy hole. He just took a bath so I had no doubt he was clean. Plus, he smelled divine, a thick masculine scent that I didn’t only relish but was also jealous of. “Ryder” Carter sing-sang my name, dropping his head onto the mattress. I parted his cheeks and rubbed my thumb over his hole, tentatively sliding my tongue over his entrance.

Drunker than the night with the tequila and the broken curtains. Seeing him like this does something to me. Something dangerous. It’s not just hot. It’s intoxicating. Addictive. The kind of thing that makes you want more immediately. Because Carter Carter is adorable. And I don’t normally use that word for men. But it fits him perfectly. The curls. Those eyes. That expressive face. But it’s not just how he looks. It’s how he exists. Carter lives right on the edge of everything. Every emotion sits just beneath his skin, ready to explode.

Carter said as he took off his shirt, leaving the many girls there to stare at his beautiful abs and ripped muscles. "I never said that," she replied as she sat in the chair and let her children play in the sand, then picked up her book to read. "There he is," Alexa smiled broadly at someone behind her. Jenna looked back and saw Sean coming toward them in a sleeveless t-shirt and shorts. His muscles stood out as he moved his arms back and forth as he walked. Jenna turned to see that Alexa was wearing only a one-piece bikini that showed most of her body. "Let's go surfing," Carter called.

The taste of Carter was already familiar and addictive, a blend of salt and skin and something sweet underneath, like the memory of summer on his tongue. Carter's hips twitched despite himself, thighs tense, every breath hitching like he was struggling to stay grounded. "You're gonna make me come just like this," Carter rasped, fingers clutching at Leo's hair like a lifeline. "Fuck, your mouth is so fucking perfect. You always gave me the best blowjobs when we were dating. No one's ever matched you. No one even comes close. I love you so much."

It was infuriatingly annoying that Thalia was so unruffled by the sexual tension that zapped between them. Carter was like a moment away from being suffocated. Both he and his wolf felt frustrated by the sexual energy in the air. His wolf was totally on edge, clawing at his gut with a ferocious intensity, upset at Carter for not taking what belonged to them. It was a simple matter to his beast - he liked, he fucked, he owned. End of the story.

The man cleared his throat and spoke, “No need for that. I was just worried about you two. You can go on your way then.” Without waiting for another word, we nodded at them as they bowed. Carter placed all of our luggage in the back compartment of the car. Then, he opened the door for me. Displaying his public adoration for his pack members to see. ‘How charismatic.’ I pressed. ‘In you go, you grouchy one.’ He teased, and I smacked his arm. To which he just smirked and caught my hand to fucking.. KISSED IT! Some she-wolves shrieked as they were all over the moon to see how romantic their young master is.. In their eyes.

Carter pulled you to your feet, her lips crashing against yours in a kiss that was hungry and possessive. “Your turn,” she murmured, her hands guiding you to the desk. You lay back, your heart racing, as Ms. Carter straddled you, her skirt hiked up, her panties discarded on the floor. She leaned over you, her breasts brushing against your chest, her lips trailing kisses down your neck, your chest, your stomach. “Fatimah,” you groaned, reaching for her. She was there in an instant, her lips pressing against yours, her hands roaming over your body as Ms. Carter’s mouth closed around your cock, her tongue swirling, her lips tight and warm.

placing them on my table I could make out several pictures of a man , seemingly unaware . "this is Tristan Agress, the CEO of one of the largest tech companies in the country." the man said simultaneously picking up a photo and waving it in my face. " now Tristan here has something big planned for next year , he has a revolutionary idea of some shit.... he stopped to lick his lips again. which made my hairs stand at the back of my neck. "Now your job is simple Carter , you're gonna work your magic and get us the blue prints to this big idea " his hands stretched forward to meet mine.

I sat down, my heart hammering. “Oh, Celine,” she said softly, her eyes moving over my body. “Look at you. Those beautiful curves. That round ass and perky tits. You can never be a nun, cara. A body like yours was made to be fucked. You need a thick, hard cock to stretch that tight little pussy and devour it completely.” Her dirty words made me gasp. Heat rushed to my face and between my legs.