Carly has different ideas. Her hands are on the button, then my zipper, then my pants are coming down and she’s dropping to her knees, rubbing my cock until it’s hard.
“Fuck,” I murmur, letting my head fall back.
“I want to please you,” she tells me, looking up at me, gripping the base with her hand.
“You’re well on your way.”
She smiles, then drags her tongue along my length. “I love your cock.”
“You can be president of its fan club,” I assure her.
She narrows her eyes at me. “I’m the only member. I kicked all the other bitches out.”
I can’t help smiling. “Drunk Carly has gone savage.”
With a little wink, she further proves my point, swallowing my cock and sending me to Heaven. I watch her blonde head move back and forth over my cock, the walls of her throat and her skilled little tongue doing beautiful work. Carly gives the best head. I wasn’t initially in love with the idea of a girlfriend who had sex for money at one point, but damn, if there aren’t perks.
Before she can work her magic to completion, though, I reach down a grab a fistful of hair, dragging her off my cock. She must be in the mood for roughness because she makes me drag her ass up off the ground by her hair. I toss her on the bed and she crawls back to make room for me. I shove her dress up around her waist, yanking her black lace thong down and flinging it.
I slide my hands up her thighs, spreading her legs and diving between them. She sighs in anticipation just before I latch onto her. I love feasting on her cunt. I love the way she squirms for me, the way her hips twist and buck, the desperate way she reaches for the pillow, clutches the sheet.
I love the way she cries out, arching her body off the bed, eyes closed in ecstasy. Her perfect breasts move as she does. Fuck, I need to touch them. I move my hand up, anchoring her hips as she does her best to wiggle away from my mouth. I hold her little ass still so I can toy with her clit.
“Vince,” she cries, clutching the pillow. Her legs shake and I hold tighter, licking along her beautiful pussy until she’s good and blissed out.
My cock throbs. I want to do too many things to her, but also to sleep. Fuck, I am tired. I kiss along her abdomen, then worship one breast with my mouth while my hand takes care of the other one.
Carly rakes her fingers through my hair, smiling down at me. “Fuck me, baby. Give me all your rage.”
I growl against her breast, biting down on her nipple before releasing it and lifting my body. I turn her over on her stomach and give her ass a light smack. “Up on your knees.”
“Yes, sir,” she replies, assuming the position.
I get on my knees behind her, clutching one hip to hold her in place, and thrust into her hard. She moans, dropping to her forearms on the bed and pushing her ass out slightly higher.
“Good girl,” I tell her, running a hand down the curve of her back.
I love when she tells me to vent my rage. I don’t always like to let loose on her, but when she issues an invite, it’s a relief to tap into the well of anger that always seems to be brewing beneath the surface. As much as I love her, I still savor the way she whimpers with every fierce thrust of my hips, the way she hisses as my fingers dig into her hips too hard, the sound of her skin as I slam into her.
I vent my rage, she comes hard, and then I do; we all win.
Afterward she curls up in my arms, snuggling close, both of us more peaceful than when we started.
“I love you,” I tell her, pushing her hair behind her ear and leaning in to brush my lips across her soft, sweet mouth.
Carly smiles up at me. “I love you, too.”
Chapter Twenty Five
Vince
By the time we make it back to the mansion, it’s well past lunch. I have no idea what time—if at all—Mia was willing to let me play with Dom, but now I feel shitty about missing it. When Carly suggested we get a hotel, I wasn’t thinking about that.
We went to the store so I could get Dom a couple presents. That was Carly’s idea. We were already out on our own, so why not?
I shower the smell of last night’s alcohol off myself and get dressed, then I go to look for Mia. I just end up wandering around the house, though. I don’t know where she’s at and I don’t have her phone number. For all I know, she’s not even here. I check the playroom and she’s not there. I check the servants’ quarters since I guess she’s friends with Elise now. I even check Meg’s room, but no one is there, either.