Accidental Desire

Chapter 2: F*ck me raw.

FOUR YEARS AGO.

Carter held Bethany back while holding her seductive gaze, “What? This…you must still be drunk, Bethany. You can’t just say something like that…”

“Carter, nothing is wrong with me. I am simply asking you to sleep with me,” she repeated.

“You want to, Carter. I can see the desire in your eyes. I have always seen it, so why are you holding back now?”

“I am holding back because when I start, I won’t be able to stop.” He replied softly.

Bethany smiled, biting her lips. “Really?” He nodded like a little boy.

“I don’t want you to stop either. I want you to do it to me…” She brought her lips to his other ear, the clean scent from his soap mixed with her natural body scent danced past his nostrils, “...rough.” She completed her statement, whispering the words into his ear like a breeze, and the light bulb above his brain switched off.

Those words of hers…

How she had conveyed it… lose something in him that he had managed to keep in the cage up until this night.

For the past four months, he had been busy with the reconstruction of one of his hotels to ensure that it was the best in the country, and doing this called for not only a building upgrade but everything else, including the former staff. He had to sack some, come up with new methods for the hotel, and employ more.

Everything was draining, even though it was simply a minor branch of his company. So tonight, he had brought himself to the very bar that he had frequently visited to get laid and release his tension.

After an hour of being in there, he got the type of lady he could smash with for the night and was about to leave with her when he saw Bethany being manhandled by a strange-looking guy. He got so mad, watching the whole thing unfold. It did not seem to help as he was unable to bear it.

“Cecy, I am sorry, but I can’t go home with you tonight anymore.”

She was confused, “What? Why? Have you found a replacement so quickly?” she asked, jealousy dripping from her voice. “I am sure that I pleased you just a few minutes ago, and you were satisfied. You are also still in the mood. What changed your mind?”

Carter removed her hand that was hooked with his arm before going after Bethany, who was about to be whisked away. By the time he was able to get her away from the bastard, he noticed Cecy still standing there and glaring at him before she turned and left.

“Well, there goes my dinner for tonight.” He mumbled.

But now, here was another dinner that was being offered to him on a golden plate — something he had never expected to do now.

He desperately wanted to latch on to the opportunity. He wanted to have a taste of her, knowing how long he had desired this to happen.

But the thought that she might still be drunk held him back.

However, she said that she wanted it rough, and he could no longer hold on to his sanity, not when she was this gorgeous. Not when he wanted to wrap his hands around her tempestuous body like a loser. Not when he wanted to bow and worship every inch of her with everything that he had.

So he was going to do it, but first…

He wrapped his arms around her waist and exhaled heavily, feeling her skin and temperature. He was getting turned on even more.

“Tell me, Bethany, what's my name and what is happening right now?”

He asked her as soon as his head rested against her forehead. Bethany chuckled softly, knowing that he was carrying out extra measures, and she found that cute.

“I am asking you, Carter, whom I know, to have s*x with me, and I am not drunk. I am asking you to give it to me raw and f**k me till dawn…fuck me till I lose my senses, f**k me raw, f**k me till I can no longer walk and f**k me till I can no more remember that I once had anything to do with a loser.”

That was the only thing that he needed to hear, and his demons were instantly unleashed.

Carter captured her lips and sucked on it gently with his two arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her warm body into his.

It was as if someone had lit crackers in his head, and it almost exploded. Her body pressed into his, he could feel her breasts, and his weeny was excited below to have a whiff and touch of her flower.

He spent more time exploring each part of her mouth like he had always imagined doing, and Bethany loved it that way. She had never been this hooked and turned on from a kiss.

She was losing her senses from it.

After spending enough time on her lips, his hand wandered off to her breasts, cupping one of them for a while to play with. He pinched the n****e, sending slight pain and pleasure throughout her body.

He broke the kiss, giving her time to be able to breathe properly before he bent his head to take the tight peak into his mouth, sending her across the multiple dimensions in the seven heavens.

Instinctively, her hands went to his head, and she clutched at his hair, moaning as he swirled his tongue around her n****e. His other fingers trialed her belly button down to her v****a, making her tickle.

With just his hand, he parted her legs while still standing and rubbed his fingers on her c**t briefly, like he was announcing his presence to the pinky fairy.

She hissed and swayed her body in response, aching for something to be done to it.

He moved his mouth back again to her face and kissed every part of it before he landed, then again on her lips.

“Taking off this towel in the first place was such a good idea.” He smirked and, without warning, inserted one of his fingers into her, and a gasp quickly escaped Bethany's lips as her body shook from the pleasure.

Her hands on his shoulders tightened as her head went backwards while Carter mercilessly kept f*****g her roughly with his fingers. The other hand was wrapped around her waist to prevent her from moving.

Her toes curled as her moans increased. Before she knew it, she started bouncing on the finger.

Carter bit his lips, feeling his boy twitch within out of excitement. Her moans had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever heard.

He fastened his pace and inserted another finger.

Bethany felt like she had been thrown across the moon.

His thrusts were deep, steady, and unrelenting — not rushed, but purposeful, as if he was trying to reach every hidden part of her soul.

He was doing all of these to her while she was still standing.

Her legs were shaking, not from weakness but from pleasure.

“Carter…Carter, I…hmmm…” A moan escaped her lips. She could hardly get her words out properly.

She clung to him, her fingers digging into his back, her breath catching with every stroke.

Her body trembled beneath his, heat building in her core like an unstoppable tide. And then, as his rhythm struck that one spot over and over — a place she hadn't even known existed — the pressure within her swelled until it became too much to hold.

“CARTER?!!” She gasped and cried out, arching into him as a sudden release burst free of her body.

Carter had never felt prouder than himself at this point after he had managed to locate her spot.

A warm rush between them, wet and wild, caught her by surprise. Her thighs quivered. Her chest heaved.

His fingers slowly came to a stop and slid out of her wet hole.

He then brushed a strand of damp hair from her face and kissed her temple.

"You’re incredible," he whispered. "Every part of you, and, unfortunately, he did that to you. He doesn't know the golden treasure he has lost. And tonight, I'm going to f**k you raw till you forget that loser.”

Huh?

He lifted her in a bridal style and carried her to the bed, where he placed her on and slowly started unbuttoning his shirt while Bethany watched anxiously but with high anticipation.

If his fingers could create such a magic to her, what then about his…dick?