Flipping her to her stomach, he yanked her up so her knees were to the edge of the mattress, her fucking phenomenal heart-shaped ass right there for him, the smooth skin of her back, the mass of her curls along her shoulders and all over the bed.

He pulled out his wallet, dealt with the condom one-handed while he slid his fingers through her wet to keep her ready.

But even as he did it fast, he took too much time.

He knew it when she begged, “Carson, sweetie, please.”

He looked from her ass to see she had her neck twisted, her face filled with need.

Carissa Teodoro.

A hot little piece.

Fuck, his hot little piece, naked, ass in the air, lips begging.

Holding her eyes, he positioned the tip and didn’t hesitate before he drove inside.

Her ass jerked up as her back arched toward the bed and her head shot back, her ringlets flying.

Jesus.

Fuck.

Perfection.

“Move,” she panted.

He moved, pulling out, thrusting in, and giving it to her fast.

“Harder,” she begged, rearing back, lifting up on her forearms to give her leverage.

Totally fucking perfect.

He took her harder.

“Faster, more, Carson, please,” she whimpered, dropping her head and driving back to meet his thrusts.

He slid a hand around her hip and in, found her, and she started bucking.

“Goddamn perfection,” he grunted, slamming into her pussy, manipulating her clit, watching her take it, watching her love getting it and fucking loving giving it to her.

“Don’t stop,” she pleaded.

Was she insane?

He wasn’t going to stop. Christ, he wished he never had to stop.

“Oh, God, Joker, don’t stop!” she cried, losing it, her neck arched, her ass tipped, her whimpers coming constant but catching every time she took his cock. “Sweetheart,” she panted. “Sweetie,” she moaned. “Joker! Yes!” she cried and he felt the drenched heat of her clutch him and he knew she was there.

He took his finger from her clit, grasped her hips and pulled her back into his thrusts, listening to her come, feeling it, fucking loving it. Letting her sleek wet clench him and pull it out of him, he drove deep and kept doing it, pounding her back on his dick, listening to her sweet, sharp mews as she took it.

Then he got it. His head jerking back, he fucked her as he came inside her, doing both hard.

As it started to leave him, he dropped his head and after a few beats the smooth cheeks of her ass came in focus.

His fingers still clamped around her hips, he took her gentle as he slid his palms to her cheeks, watching her pussy take his cock, his thumbs move over the swells of her ass. An ass he’d seen in cheerleader panties. An ass he’d watch move in her khakis. An ass he’d wanted like this for so long, it wasn’t fucking funny. A dream he’d made up, his hand on his cock, pumping until he came, the dream so good, even jacking off, the orgasm was always amazing.