The Taste of Mr. Davenport by Jessica Ingro

it with her. He hoped she always affected him this way.
    “You don’t have to ask me twice,” he murmured before lifting her by her ass and backing her into the wall. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands fisted his hair. Hard. It was such a fucking turn on. “Do you want it hard and dirty? Or slow and sweet?”
    Please say hard and dirty, he thought.
    “Dirty. I want to be filthy by the time we’re done.”
    Fuck! He could oblige her of that. No doubt.
    His cock throbbed as his mouth moved over her neck, her collarbone and then down to her tits. His tongue circled each tight bud, watching as they puckered further. He reached between them and explored her with his fingers. She was wet and growing wetter by the moment. Her legs spread around his body left her open, giving him easy access to the heart of her. It was humbling to know this was all for him.
    “Carter,” she whimpered as he plunged his fingers in and out of her.
    Just a little while longer , he silently promised his dick when it twitched and started to leak pre-come. God he wanted to bury himself inside her and fuck her blindly.
    Lose himself in her.
    Find himself in her.
    Remembering how her body reacted the last time they were together, he gathered the wetness from her pussy and used it to lubricate the tight, little hole of her ass. She stiffened for a fraction of a second when his finger breached the ring of muscle and then moaned when he started to slowly fuck her there.
    “More,” she whispered against his lips.
    He added a second finger and slowly began scissoring them and stretching her.
    “Oh!” She cried out.
    “Do you want me to stop?” He stilled his fingers and looked at her face. She appeared dazed with pleasure, but there was a tightness around her mouth that concerned him.
    She frantically shook her head and began to grind down on his erection. “Don’t stop. It just felt different. I want this Carter. I want you.”
    He kissed her, letting his tongue linger in her mouth. Their tongues tangled as he moved them over to the bed. He laid her down gently and pushed his boxers down over his erection. Claire played with her nipples as she waited for him. Carter fumbled in his bag on the floor and pulled out a bottle of lubrication.
    Claire bit her lip with anticipation. She had always wanted for Carter to claim her. All of her. She really hoped that him fingering her ass meant he was going to fuck her there too. She had overheard a girl at school talking about how good it was if the guy knew what he was doing. She really fucking hoped Carter was that guy.
    Carter spread Claire’s legs wide and then worked the lube in her ass, preparing her. She began to writhe on the bed and her moans were growing louder with each second that passed. He leaned down and ran his tongue around her breasts, down her stomach and then sucked her clit in his mouth. All the while he continued to fuck her ass.
    “Oh, fuck!” She screamed and he felt her muscles clamping down on his finger. God, he hoped he didn’t blow his load too quickly. She was so fucking tight.
    “This is going to hurt a bit,” he warned her as he greased up his cock with the lube. “If it gets to be too much, tell me and we’ll stop.”
    She nodded her head and closed her eyes as he began prodding her there. There was a burning sensation as he breached the outer muscles and slowly worked himself inside. She felt full in a different way than she was used to.
    “You feel so fucking good,” he gritted out when he was fully seated in her. She was hot and tight. It was heaven.
    “You okay?” He asked. Her beautiful eyes opened and he sucked in a breath. There was so much love in them that he nearly fell to his knees with the deep regret that haunted him.
    “I’m more than okay. Now fuck me.” She let out a little laugh that had them both groaning.
    He slowly pulled out and then back in. He definitely wasn’t going to last long.
    “Touch yourself,” he demanded. She