my lips, returning his kiss with just as much ferocity as he was aiming at me.
He walked us back to the hood of the car and sat my bottom on it, my legs still wrapped around his hips as he leaned over, pushing my body onto the cold metal. I ground my core into his hips and rocked rhythmically.
My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans. My head leaning up to kiss him, our lips still attached, Carter fumbled and then pulled my pants off me. His fingers fumbled with my panties and then I felt him rip them off my body; the tearing of that delicate fabric only ratcheting my passion for him. The palm of his hand pressed into my center, applying the delicious contact my body was craving. He slid one finger through my wet folds and then thrust it into me. I bucked my body in pleasure at his long finger invading and pumping in and out of me. He was doing it so roughly, with such unbridled passion. His lips met mine and I came instantly around his finger. I screamed in pleasure and I heard my passion echoed in the trees around us. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that there could be a house up the trail out of sight, someone could hear us, but my brain was too frazzled to care.
Carter slid his jeans down and thrust inside me before I had time to ride the high of my first orgasm.
I groaned at the instant fullness and propelled my hips into him, rocking wildly as he pounded in and out of me.
"You make me so fucking mad, Evangeline." Carter gritted through his teeth and held my gaze with his own fiery blue eyes.
"Why do you make me so fucking mad?" He grabbed one of my bare legs and twisted it to the side in front of him, then held both my ankles together so he was pounding me sideways. The increased friction had me panting in pleasure and I felt my release burning hot in my belly.
"I don't know," I panted out to him.
"You’re the only one that's ever made me feel this way. I love you so much, but you make me so fucking angry." He punctuated the last word with another deep thrust. So this was another angry fuck from Carter. In some fucked up part of my brain I registered that they may have been my favorite kind.
"You do it to me too. You make me mad," I panted as he hammered, one hand sliding up my bare thigh holding my hip roughly to keep me steady. My hand clenched around his forearm and my nails dug into his flesh.
"You can't run on me, Eva. You always fucking run, but you're not fucking running this time. I won't let you. We're married, you're mine."
"God…" I groaned in pleasure, his words spurring my release. "I’m not. I won't." A moan escaped my lips.
"You can't be another person that leaves me. I won't let you." He pumped frantically, fast and long and deep and my release ripped through my body, searing-hot pleasure spiking through my system. My head fell back against the hood of the car and my body was wracked with heavy pants as I tried to catch my breath and let my brain calm from the blissful high.
Carter pounded and slammed into my body, holding both of my ankles in one hand and angling in with his other holding my hips tightly. He pounded again, full and deep and then shuddered and groaned with his own release, his face twisting in a combination of pain and pleasure. His chest heaved as he released both of my legs and collapsed between my thighs.
I came down from my high and instantly remembered that I was half naked in the mountains in October. My body shivered and Carter slowly pulled away.
"I’m sorry," I whispered to him. His eyes flicked to mine with a look of intense sadness. My lips parted slightly in shock, Carter was always great after sex; it was the one thing guaranteed to boost his mood, but he looked more devastated than ever.
"No, I’m sorry, Eva." He pulled his pants up and reached down to hand me mine. I watched him pocket my lace panties and turn away from me. I sat naked on the hood
He walked us back to the hood of the car and sat my bottom on it, my legs still wrapped around his hips as he leaned over, pushing my body onto the cold metal. I ground my core into his hips and rocked rhythmically.
My fingers fumbled with the button of his jeans. My head leaning up to kiss him, our lips still attached, Carter fumbled and then pulled my pants off me. His fingers fumbled with my panties and then I felt him rip them off my body; the tearing of that delicate fabric only ratcheting my passion for him. The palm of his hand pressed into my center, applying the delicious contact my body was craving. He slid one finger through my wet folds and then thrust it into me. I bucked my body in pleasure at his long finger invading and pumping in and out of me. He was doing it so roughly, with such unbridled passion. His lips met mine and I came instantly around his finger. I screamed in pleasure and I heard my passion echoed in the trees around us. Somewhere in the back of my mind I registered that there could be a house up the trail out of sight, someone could hear us, but my brain was too frazzled to care.
Carter slid his jeans down and thrust inside me before I had time to ride the high of my first orgasm.
I groaned at the instant fullness and propelled my hips into him, rocking wildly as he pounded in and out of me.
"You make me so fucking mad, Evangeline." Carter gritted through his teeth and held my gaze with his own fiery blue eyes.
"Why do you make me so fucking mad?" He grabbed one of my bare legs and twisted it to the side in front of him, then held both my ankles together so he was pounding me sideways. The increased friction had me panting in pleasure and I felt my release burning hot in my belly.
"I don't know," I panted out to him.
"You’re the only one that's ever made me feel this way. I love you so much, but you make me so fucking angry." He punctuated the last word with another deep thrust. So this was another angry fuck from Carter. In some fucked up part of my brain I registered that they may have been my favorite kind.
"You do it to me too. You make me mad," I panted as he hammered, one hand sliding up my bare thigh holding my hip roughly to keep me steady. My hand clenched around his forearm and my nails dug into his flesh.
"You can't run on me, Eva. You always fucking run, but you're not fucking running this time. I won't let you. We're married, you're mine."
"God…" I groaned in pleasure, his words spurring my release. "I’m not. I won't." A moan escaped my lips.
"You can't be another person that leaves me. I won't let you." He pumped frantically, fast and long and deep and my release ripped through my body, searing-hot pleasure spiking through my system. My head fell back against the hood of the car and my body was wracked with heavy pants as I tried to catch my breath and let my brain calm from the blissful high.
Carter pounded and slammed into my body, holding both of my ankles in one hand and angling in with his other holding my hips tightly. He pounded again, full and deep and then shuddered and groaned with his own release, his face twisting in a combination of pain and pleasure. His chest heaved as he released both of my legs and collapsed between my thighs.
I came down from my high and instantly remembered that I was half naked in the mountains in October. My body shivered and Carter slowly pulled away.
"I’m sorry," I whispered to him. His eyes flicked to mine with a look of intense sadness. My lips parted slightly in shock, Carter was always great after sex; it was the one thing guaranteed to boost his mood, but he looked more devastated than ever.
"No, I’m sorry, Eva." He pulled his pants up and reached down to hand me mine. I watched him pocket my lace panties and turn away from me. I sat naked on the hood
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