by E. S. Carter
I bring her lips to mine and take her mouth, consuming her request and drinking it down deep. When I release her lips, I speak against them, our slick skin slipping over each other.
“Not even death will tear us apart.”
Grim
Eight months we’ve been travelling the world.
Starting in Italy, we stayed a night in Rome, where her laugh echoed across the Piazza di Trevi, as she threw coins over her shoulder into the fountain. The sadness that clung to her at the vineyard slowly evaporated from her skin the further away we travelled.
From there we explored Greece, likely her birthplace if her and her sister’s names were any indications. We fucked on secluded beaches, explored the temple ruins of the Parthenon and marvelled at the pureness of the air from the top of the Meteora.
Cal felt at peace here. She said her heart felt connected to the elements all around her and I promised to bring her back.
Next, we journeyed on to Egypt because Cal could not image what a camel was and so we trekked in Giza and spent nights in Bedouin tents.
From there we went to Jordan. I felt a desire to show Cal things she could touch and feel, not just see through my eyes, and so Cal experienced what is was like to float in the Dead Sea.
We continued from country to country, never stopping for long, until we began island hopping in The Maldives and that’s where we’ve been for the last month.
Fucking and laughing and swimming naked without another soul in sight. The only person we’ve seen for the last four weeks is the delivery guy from the main island who travels out to us once a week with supplies.
Here is where I finally showed Cal everything I needed from her to quench my insatiable appetite. Here she saw the truth of my perversions, the need I had for pleasure and pain and blood.
“Fuck,” I groan, the word cutting at the inside of my throat, my moans so long and so thick that even swallowing brought pain.
She thrust deeper at my curse, the dual-pleasure strap-on I’d had the delivery guy unwittingly bring over on his last drop-off, penetrating her pussy as she pushed into my arse, eliciting a small moan from her soft lips.
She bit into my shoulder at the pleasure, her teeth sharp on my skin but with not enough pressure to break the surface.
Her hand snakes around my hips with her next thrust, and she grips my cock hard. The swollen length is angry and ready to burst.
“Harder, Cal,” I beg. “You won’t hurt me, Sunshine. Give it to me harder.”
I haven’t finished my sentence before she ploughs into my arsehole with brutal force, my body bucking beneath her. One of her hands grips at my hip, the other releases my painful erection to squeeze my balls. The next thrust hits that magic spot inside me and as if knowing exactly what I need when I need it, she twists my nut-sack and I explode all over the sheets below. She collapses onto my back with a shudder, her own release following quickly behind mine.
We lie that way for a long moment, my cum sticking the sheets to my belly, her rubber cock impaled in my arse.
When she pulls out, I’m ashamed to say I whimper and roll onto my back. She makes quick work of the straps and nestles her body against mine, uncaring of the dirty sheets.
“Do you think people would judge me, having lived through the things I did, and yet finding pleasure with you in this way?” she quietly asks, her fingers rubbing the remnants of my spunk into my torso.
I lift up on my elbow and take her face in my other hand wishing she could see the truth in my eyes.
“There ain’t nobody here but us, Sunshine. So why should we give two shits about what anyone else thinks? We’re consenting adults, what happens between us, happens between us. Any fucker who thinks otherwise hasn’t had a beautiful woman fucking his arse and making him her bitch.”
She chuckles lightly before her face turns serious.
“Why do you call me Sunshine?”
I kiss the tip of her nose before bringing her head down to rest on my chest.
“Because that’s what you are to me. Sunshine and freshly cut grass.”
Luke
“Stop fucking crying, bitch. You came willingly to my basement, and, down here baby, only my rules apply.”
I wrap her long blonde hair around my hand and push her head into the bucket of ice cold water at my feet, getting harder the longer her body thrashes with the need for oxygen.
Just before she passes out, I drag her out of the bucket and its contents spill across my basement floor.
“Tut, tut, tut, you bad girl,” I chastise as she gasps for air. “Look what you’ve done, you’ve made a mess.”
I throw her face first into the puddle and order, “Clean that up, with your fucking tongue.”
She moans her arousal with the first lap of water on her tongue. Her pert, red arse, fresh from my paddle, sways seductively as she slurps and gulps down mouthfuls of the now dirty water.
Filthy fucking whores, they’re all the same.
I’m getting bored of the beating and the fucking and the grovelling and the begging. Yes, it gets me hard, but it doesn’t get me off the way it did. Maybe I need another flavour instead of blondes who look like my mother.
My phone vibrates in my trousers pocket, and I curse fucking Cole as I plunge three fingers of my free hand into her waiting cunt. She groans as my fingers stretch her and I hit answer on my screen without looking at the caller.
“I’m fucking busy. What the fuck do you want?” I spit through the speaker, forcing another finger into her greedy hole.
Silence.
“Cole, I’m not fucking playing. I told you to give me a few days, go fuck your wife.”
“It’s James,” a deep, raspy voice answers and my cock strains at the sound, wanting to punch its way out and spray all over this bitch’s back.
My fingers still and the whore whimpers loudly.
“Sorry, I, umm, you’re busy. I’ll call back, or you can call me when you’re available. I have a business venture to discuss with you.”
“No,” I purr, yes fucking purr into the receiver. “I have time, discuss it with me now.”
I prop the phone between my ear and shoulder and use my free hand to unzip my fly. My cock pushes out through the open zipper, eager to sink into something.
“Oh,” he replies, his voice unsure. “Okay, It’s about the second vineyard. Maybe you could fly out and meet me at the site next week.”
I stroke my shaft with a tight fist and remove my fingers from her hole, dragging her arse back and lining up my cock.
“That sounds perfect,” I reply, biting back a groan when I bury myself inside her slick cunt with one thrust.
“Great, next week then,” he confirms, relief evident in his voice.
“Next week,” I agree, pulling back a few inches to sink back in deeper.
The call disconnects and I drop my phone to the floor with a clatter.
With both hands now free, I wrap one around her neck and the other around her chest, pulling her tight against me and pounding into her until she screams. Her knees bleed against the hard basement floor, her throat convulses around the brutal grip of my hand, and I don’t stop. Not until I can fuck the thoughts out of my head about James Cooper.
“It’s gonna be a long few days, baby,” I growl into her hair.
“I hope you survive.”
Human – Rag’n’Bone Man
Hozier – Arsonist’s Lullabye
Black Strobe – I’m A Man
Fucking In The Bushes - Oasis
Heathens – Twenty One Pilots
No Light, No Light – Florence and The Machine.
Love Interruption – Jack White
I can’t believe that this is my seventh book.
There are so many people I need to thank because it takes an army to birth a book baby; it’s never a solitary process.
To all the authors and readers who have supported me on my writing journey, I don’t have the words to express enough thanks.
To the crazy ladies in my reader’s group ‘E’s Elite’. All the best people are bonkers, and you lot are, but in the best way possible. Thank you for your support, your friendships and your random posts that often require me to pull out my bottle of eye bleach.
HUGE thanks to my Ah-mazing beta readers. Sharon - #GoatQueen, Nicola - #TVT, Alexandra - #TeaserQueen, Diane - #ARCQueen, and Karen - #LubeQueen. Your support is unending, and when I asked if you wanted to read my darkness, you all said, “Hell, Yes!”
To all the blogs not only read and review, but recommend, pimp, and promote me, and for no other reason than they love to do so. BIG SWS for you always.
Finally, for you the readers:
I wouldn’t be here without you. Thank you for your passion, your reviews and your support of authors by legally buying our books.
Bookworms will rule the world!
Eli Carter lives in Cardiff, South Wales - The home of castles, dragons and folklore.
Her family joke that she was born with a book in her hand and the urge to write stories soon followed.
At eleven, she won her school’s literary prize. At ages fourteen to sixteen - her poetry phase after falling in love with Dylan Thomas and e.e. cummings - she had a few poems published, but life, love and family overtook her dreams, and she was in her thirties before she began the scary journey of self-publishing.
Her debut and internationally best-selling series, ‘Love by Numbers’, are a set of interconnected stand alone romances, all with varying themes of love. From second-chance to romantic comedy and M/M romance. These stories do not need to be read in order, in fact, she is often guilty of advising readers to start at the last book and work their way back through.
Contemporary romance is not the only genre she writes, her second series, ‘The Red Order’, is as dark and twisted as you can get, but there is beauty there too if you can open your eyes and look.
With many more stories bursting to be set free, she hopes you stay along for the ride.
She loves to connect with readers, so please feel free to friend/follow her on Facebook, IG and Twitter or join her reader’s group, E’s Elite <3
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Also by E.S. Carter
Love By Numbers
Nineteen
Twenty One
Three
Thirteen
One
The Red Order
Feyness
Parasight (Coming Soon)
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