Be A Doll: A Carter Manor Novel

by Stephanie Witter

  “Mathis,’’ I whispered his name brokenly and as usual hearing his name coming from me had an effect on him. When usually the signs were easy to overlook if not careful, here he exploded.

  His hand fell on my bra covered breast while the one behind my head forced me closer to him. He crouched to take my lips with his. I moaned in his mouth and he answered with one of his own, deeper and so overpowering that I couldn’t stop myself anymore.

  I acted on what I wanted, needed.

  I pushed a hand through his hair and raked my nails over his skull, earning myself another strangled groan from Mathis as he quickly worked on getting my bra off me. I felt the urgency in his movement as he threw the small piece of lace aside, I felt it in the way his teeth nibbled on my lip before he pulled back to stare at my exposed breasts.

  His eyes darkened even more if that was possible and his chest heaved harder. His hand behind my head was trembling slightly and I didn’t know if it was all that pent-up sexual frustration or pure desire like I felt. His hand hovered in front of my left breast and I frowned, wondering what he was waiting for. I looked up and only when my eyes locked on his did he touch me again.

  I gasped at the first touch without my bra between us. His strong hand over my large breast was heaven. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back when he massaged me, not slowly, but with possession. His every touch was a testament of possession.

  His fingers pinched my hard nipple and I moaned, loudly. It came from so deep inside of me, unbridled. I barely heard it through the buzzing noise in my ears, but I felt it shaking my insides, my throat. I felt it when it came out because Mathis’ hand behind my head pushed me back into him for a bruising kiss that left me so breathless and in need of him I whimpered.

  I needed him to the point of pain.

  My core ached for him, his touch, his cock.

  It was like he heard me because in my next breath he stepped back and grabbed my panties to push them down my legs until they fell at my feet. His eyes were down, looking at the small patch of hair between my legs. A small muscle in his jaw twitched.

  It was my turn now.

  I slipped my hands inside his boxer briefs on either side of his tapered waist and drew his underwear down his strong thighs. The first sight of his hard cock standing proudly between us made me sigh in appreciation. He was thick and long and so dark red I wondered how long he would resist before he came. The broad head of his cock glistened with pre-cum and I licked my lower lip when I saw it.

  “On the bed, Lila. Now,’’ he growled and grabbed my chin between his fingers to direct my eyes to his. His cheeks were more flushed than before and the wild look in his eyes caused me to bring my thighs closer as another bout of need assaulted me. “It’s time I get to know all of my wife.’’

  He released my chin and indicated to the bed next to us with a meaningful glance. Gingerly, I climbed on it, keeping my front to my husband so I wouldn’t miss a single thing from his body, the straining muscles in his chest and legs, his hard cock standing proudly, a cock as perfect as the rest of Mathis.

  Lying in the middle of the huge bed over the covers, my legs pressed together in search of friction to alleviate some of the ache in my core, I kept my arms at my sides and let him take his fill of my bare breasts swaying with each of my labored breaths. When his eyes traveled down to my flat stomach and farther down, I was mesmerized with the muscles in his arms bulging.

  “Spread your legs,’’ he ordered me, voice dark with desire. He put a knee on the mattress.

  I did and bent my legs. His sharp intake of breath made me all the more aware of the state of arousal I was in and the kind of view he must have. He blew out some air and gripped my thigh.

  “You have the sweetest looking pussy.’’ He ran a finger up the inside of my thigh. My legs shook. “I think I’m going to taste you before I take you, Lila. What do you think, little wife? Do you want my mouth on you?’’

  I was panting, barely stopping my hips from bucking when his fingers stopped just an inch away from where I wanted him to touch me. I closed my eyes and nodded. I wasn’t suddenly shy or a prude, but I was overwhelmed with sensations I had forgotten, sensations I wondered if I had ever felt before.

  “Are you suddenly mute, Lila?’’ He put all his weight on the bed and crawled between my parted legs and slowly brought his mouth to my left knee. He placed a kiss there and cradled my shin in his big hand. He kept his lips against my skin, but flicked his eyes up to mine. “I like it when you use your mouth. I like it even more when you speak your mind.’’ Then he placed a kiss to my other knee and continued up like this, kissing the inside of both of my thighs. It was slow, sensual. It made me moan and goosebumps broke out all over my skin, everywhere we touched and where we didn’t.

  “You’re going to kill me,’’ I breathed out, fisting the pillows next to my head.

  He smirked at me then and edged closer to my core, breathing loudly. I knew he wanted me to be aware that he wasn’t missing a single proof of my arousal, of how much I wanted him and the old me would have shied away, but the woman I had become in the past few days reveled in it. It wasn’t just because Carter Manor had shredded the few prudish shields I had had, but Mathis and that moment seemingly suspended in time did me in.

  “Not before you give me your orgasms, little wife,’’ he said roughly, grabbing my ass and finally gave me what I craved.

  The first contact of his lips and tongue on my clit stole my breath and shocked me. I moaned his name, or maybe it was just in my head. I didn’t know. I didn’t care either. All I cared about was the way his tongue circled around my clit and how he placed open-mouthed, dirty, naughty kisses there.

  My fingers dug deeper into the pillows under my head and the ache in my knuckles from my tight grip only heightened the pleasure coursing through my body, eliciting more and more tingles through my limbs. My hips left the bed, trying to get even more pressure against Mathis’ mouth. He growled against me and put a hand on my stomach to push me back down. If anything, that dominant move with his hand holding me down on the bed made me burn hotter, and at feeling the vibration of his moan against my clit I ground my teeth to keep in the loud moan threatening to leave the confines of my lips. The way he moved his head against me, not holding back made his stubble rasp the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs.

  God, I didn’t remember this ever being so intense. At the same time, Mathis Grimes wasn’t an inexperienced man. He was a thirty-two-year-old man who had had multiple sex partners in his life and it reflected wonderfully on his skills.

  With some hardship, I peeled open my heavy eyelids and watched him down on me, but where I expected to find his eyes closed and hidden from me, I found two dark pits, intense and riveted on my face. That look…

  “Mathis,’’ I moaned and released my grip on the pillow to bring one hand to his head. I had to feel his thick and soft hair under my fingers, feel the way his head moved while he pleasured me without asking anything from me in return.

  My touch seemed to fuel him more because his hand on my asscheek tightened and the one on my stomach left to slip inside me. First, one thick finger that made me clench around him on a mute moan, eyes locked onto my husband’s. It was like he dared me to move, dared me to pull away from the intensity of the pleasure he brought to me, but I wouldn’t. How could I ever want to put an end to this?

  “More,’’ I said, voice broken and low pitched.

  For once, he complied. He added another finger inside me and at the same time flattened his tongue on my throbbing clit. I arched upward, pushing myself harder against his mouth, against his stubble marking the inside of my thighs. He groaned against me again and sped up, finger fucking me with abandon as I writhed and moaned louder and faster as pleasure mounted inside me.

  Sweat started to coat my skin. It was cold against my feverish flesh. I trembled from head to toe and raked my nails through Mathis’ hair, pushing him more against me because nothing was enough. Nothi
ng.

  “Mathis,’’ I moaned out his name, the pain that pleasure made me feel barely manageable without that explosion I wanted, craved.

  And then, then I felt it coming. Hard, fast, impossible to stop. Fire invaded my veins, my cells, every square inch of my skin, burning me up. I tightened around his two fingers so hard I heard the sounds louder as they retreated in and out of me even faster.

  Mathis’ mouth left my clit and I muttered a feeble ‘no’ in protest, but he only gave me his infuriating smirk that somehow made me want that same mouth on me even more. His dark pink lips glistened in the low light of the room and knowing where it came from made it all the more of a turn on to stare at him.

  “You’re close,’’ he said between loud breaths and started putting pressure on my throbbing clit with his thumb.

  I had to close my eyes at the sensation and throw my head back against the pillow under my head, pushing back to force myself to remain as still as possible. I didn’t want to risk him to stop, not when I could almost touch my orgasm.

  “I can’t wait to get my cock in your tight pussy, Lila.’’ He moved again and slowed down the thrusts of his fingers and I mumbled a plea or maybe a protest. I didn’t know, didn’t really care. All I wanted was to feel myself crest, then fall. “I can’t wait to feel your nails on my body, your thighs tightening around my waist. It’s going to be spectacular, little wife,’’ he said huskily and then removed his thumb and sucked on my clit and pushed his fingers deep. He made a come hither motion with them and touched what I assumed was my g spot. It could only be that because I detonated.

  I bucked against his mouth. My mouth fell open and my ears buzzed so much that I didn’t know if sounds left my mouth or not. My whole body burst and then fell down on the mattress, every muscle in my body shaking, trembling. My eyes were tightly closed as spots of bright colors appeared behind my eyelids.

  And it didn’t stop.

  Mathis’ mouth was still on me, drawing out my orgasm until I begged him to stop, until tears fell from the confines of my eyes, until I tried to close my legs but was stopped by his head. He wouldn’t stop and the waves of pleasure kept on coming, more painful by the minute, more breathtaking, more heart-stopping.

  And then, finally, finally he stopped.

  My chest heaved so hard it was painful, just like the inside of my thighs from his stubble and my clit over stimulated. Moving was impossible. My muscles had melted, and I had no energy left, not even enough to open my eyelids.

  The mattress caved on my right when Mathis moved, getting closer to me to lie beside me. I didn’t need to open my eyes to know he was staring at me, probably gloating at the sight of the intense orgasm he gave me. I didn’t know someone could come so hard. I didn’t know I could ever let myself go that much.

  Then, Mathis started touching me. It was a slow caress, barely more than a graze of my ribcage, my hipbone, around my navel. My skin was still so sensitive that I felt it penetrating me, stroking me and stealing the little breath I had recovered.

  “I knew you’d be stunning to watch coming,’’ he whispered near my ear, so close that his exhale brushed my sweaty skin on my neck and the swell of my breasts. “You’re like fireworks, Lila. You burn bright, you shine ardently, and you explode loud.’’

  Unable to speak, I turned my head toward him and forced my eyelids to open just enough to see him. I wasn’t expecting to see the soft look on his face. There weren’t any traces of the cold and distant Mathis Grimes I knew, or even the man reduced to harsh lust. He only seemed pleased… and incredibly sexy with his mussed up hair, swollen lips and flushed cheeks.

  I touched his cheek then, still on my back and gently pressed on his face so he would come closer. He complied and I closed my eyes again to kiss him on a sigh.

  His hand flattened low on my stomach and his fingers pressed just above my pussy. I licked his lower lip and tasted myself on him before his teeth nipped at my lip. His hand traveled upward until it reached my breasts. He pressed his palms on one and caught my gasp in his mouth, hovering over me now.

  His chest pressed against my side. One of his legs covered mine as he started rubbing my nipple and only stopped when it stretched taught and goosebumps covered my cleavage again. He broke the kiss when I started to move, circling my arms around him to tug him on top of me, when my hips started to move in silent demand for more of him. Our eyes found each other immediately and at that very moment we didn’t need to talk with words. We both understood what we both wanted.

  It only took a look.

  A few kisses.

  Lip between my teeth, I watched him reach for a condom in the nightstand on his side of the bed before he came back on top of me, his hard cock pressing against the small of my belly, rubbing my clit lightly with his thick base. I breathed louder.

  He transferred his weight on one arm next to my head and with the other he put the condom packet to his mouth and tore it open. Not once did his eyes leave mine. Not once.

  He was big and unyielding on top of me, but when I watched him put the condom on his thick cock, tugging on it once and saw the muscles in his arm and chest work, I craved all of his weight on me, all of his tall and big body dominating me until I disappeared under him, in him.

  I hooked my legs around his waist when he bent down, getting closer to me and he grabbed one of my thighs with his free hand, bending my leg up, so high my ankle could rest on his shoulder. I was spread open and at the mercy of his dark, burning stare fixed on my aching core.

  His cheeks flushed more and then I felt it.

  I tensed when the tip of his cock pressed where I wanted it.

  “Shh,’’ he whispered and rubbed his thumb on my thigh. He pushed his hips closer into mine. The tip of his cock spread me open, pushing into me just a breath before he stopped. His eyes were watching down where we were united before he fixed on me. His eyebrows bunched over his dark, wild eyes as his mouth stayed open to let out his scattered breathing. “Relax, Lila.’’

  I took a deep breath and put a hand on the bicep of his arm next to my head and gripped the pillow under my head with the other. I pushed up my hips. It wasn’t much, but it was enough to feel Mathis’ cock entering more. I clenched around him and moaned.

  “Yes,’’ he said above me, voice choked. “You feel like perfection.’’

  His hand tightened around my thigh and I knew what was coming. His hips snapped into me and he thrust into me hard, taking me without restraint.

  I moaned louder, but my sounds were drowned out by Mathis as he growled my name in a litany, punctuating his thrusts, hard, fast, deep. He filled me with his cock and completed me with his sounds of pleasure. I had forgotten how sexy a man sounded when he was fucking, and with Mathis things were all the more intense.

  I dug my heels into his hard ass, pushing him into me harder because I couldn’t get enough of him. My nails scratched his skin on his hard biceps next to my head, but I couldn’t release my grip on him. I was too far gone.

  My world was the mounting pleasure inside me, the tingles all over my skin, the way the fine hairs on his chest felt against my smooth skin, the way his hard chest pressed against my heaving breasts and hard nipples, the way his balls hit me with the strength of his thrusts, the sounds our bodies made when they met, the smell of his sweat. My world was this man taking me with everything he was, a desperation for pleasure I tasted on my tongue when it met his in a bruising kiss as we moaned in each others’ mouths. Our teeth clashed, our lips swelled, and I clenched harder and harder around his thick cock.

  “Come on, Lila. Give me more. More!’’

  At the rough sound of his voice I ran my hands down his sweaty back, enjoying the play of his muscles there moving under his skin. I threw my head farther into the pillow and tightened my legs on either side of him until the muscles there protested, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t, just like I couldn’t control my impending orgasm or the way my hips moved in rhythm of Mathis’ thrusts.

 
“Mathis,’’ I moaned his name. He groaned and sped up his thrusts at hearing his name in my mouth. “I’m almost there. Just… Ah… Please.’’

  His eyes, dark and so intense I had to close my eyes, burned into me. “You want to… come?’’ he asked between pants, not once stopping his thrusts, his stimulation of my g spot.

  “Yes,’’ I replied loudly, probably louder than what it called for, but I didn’t care. “Oh, God.’’

  “Say my name again. Now.’’

  “Mathis. Mathis.’’ I felt it coming. Shivers made me tremble and my thighs shook as my hips bucked wildly against him. He growled then when I clenched around his cock. “Mathis!’’

  My back arched up and all of my muscles tensed and I shook. I moved up on the bed with Mathis’ hard thrusts as he started coming with me, my name leaving his lips in an animalistic growl. My head bumped into the bedpost but I barely felt it. All I felt was the way I clenched repeatedly around Mathis’ cock and the way he froze above me on a pained growl as he emptied into the condom and fell on me right when the fire inside me receded to leave behind tiny embers lighting me up.

  He didn’t put all of his weight on me, he kept some on his forearms on either side of my head, but the way his chest pressed into me, the way his legs entwined with mine as he was still between my thighs was very welcomed. It prolonged the pleasure a little before I would be sent back to the present and away from that moment.

  His heavy breathing echoed mine perfectly. Our sweat mingled. The smell of sex permeated the room, invading my nostrils to remind me what occurred. And his softening cock was still inside me.

  Now that the fog of lust and pleasure receded, I realized that my hands were drawing odd shapes on his back, tracing some muscles, a part of his spine and he was petting my ribcage, my hips, my round thighs. We were touching and a traitorous part of me didn’t want it to stop. In fact, sated and pleasured like never before, I didn’t want to break that moment and go back to what we were, to our life, to the mess that I was trapped in for the next few years. In that moment, nothing was of importance than the orgasms we gave each other and the bliss enveloping us.