Chapter 910

I really hated this motel. It stank of old cigarette smoke and cheap alcohol, and that was me saying it. My standards had already hit rock bottom, so the fact that even I found the place disgusting said a lot. Still, it was one of the few spots where Carrie wouldn’t risk being recognized. A woman like her had no business walking into a place this filthy unless she was here for one very specific reason.

To get her guts rearranged, most likely.

I stopped in front of the door and knocked. A few seconds later it cracked open. Carrie peered through the narrow gap, then stepped back to let me in. I walked inside and closed the door behind me.

"Hey," I said with a short nod.

"Welcome."

I looked her over properly. She had already changed out of whatever she had worn here. Her original clothes were neatly hung on the cheap coat rack by the door. What she had on now was skimpy as hell: a thin black babydoll that barely reached the tops of her thighs, the soft fabric clinging to the slight curve of her stomach and the full weight of her breasts. The neckline was low enough that the soft upper swell of her tits was on clear display. She wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

"So," I said, sitting down on the edge of the creaky bed. "Were you able to arrange that meeting with Jack for me?"

"He’s in England," she answered, leaning against the window frame with her arms crossed. "Face-to-face is impossible right now."

"I’m fine with an online meeting."

"Figured as much." She gave a small nod. "Text me after work. I’ll set up the call."

"That works."

"Mm."

I lifted a hand and gestured for her to come closer. She pushed off the window and walked over without hesitation. When she was within reach I took her by the wrist and pulled her down so she settled across my lap, her soft thighs straddling one of mine. Carrie immediately leaned in and rested her head against my shoulder. I placed a hand on her bare thigh and started stroking slowly upward.

The thin fabric of the babydoll rode higher with every pass of my palm. When my fingers finally reached between her legs I found exactly what I expected... no panties, and she was already soaked. The soft folds of her pussy were warm and slick under my fingertips. I traced them lightly, not pushing inside yet, just teasing the wetness that had already gathered there.

Carrie let out a quiet breath against my neck.

I moved my hand a little lower, sliding beneath her and between the soft cheeks of her ass. My fingers brushed against something hard and smooth. The cold, rounded base of a butt plug nestled tightly between her cheeks.

I smiled against her hair.

"Dirty girl, huh?" I murmured, then turned her face toward me and kissed her.

"Mmhh..." she moaned into the kiss. "I am..."

My cock thickened rapidly under her. Carrie noticed. She reached down between us and pressed her palm against the growing outline in my pants, rubbing slowly along the length while I continued teasing her soaked pussy and the base of the plug with my other hand.

I stood up with her still in my arms, then turned and laid her on her back across the bed. She looked up at me with half-lidded eyes as I pulled my shirt off, then unbuckled my belt and shoved my pants and boxers down in one motion. My cock sprang free, already hard and heavy.

"I guess you earned a reward," I said, kicking the clothes aside. "Open those legs up."

"Yes..."

Carrie spread her thighs without hesitation. I grabbed both of her ankles, dragged her toward the edge of the mattress until her ass was almost hanging off, and dropped to my knees between her legs. The thin babydoll had ridden up around her waist, leaving her completely exposed. Her pussy was flushed and glistening, the small base of the black butt plug clearly visible between her soft cheeks.

I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly through her folds from bottom to top. Carrie shivered. I did it again, slower this time, flattening my tongue so I could taste every bit of her. She was already dripping; the slick heat of her coated my tongue on the first pass. I focused on her clit next, circling it with the tip of my tongue before sucking it gently between my lips.

While I licked her I reached down and gripped the base of the butt plug. I gave it a slow, firm push, driving it a little deeper into her ass. Carrie let out a sharp, broken moan. I pulled it back just enough to stretch the tight rim, then pushed it in again, deeper than before, twisting it slightly as I did. The dual sensation of my tongue on her clit and the plug moving inside her ass made her thighs tremble on either side of my head.

I kept going like that for a long time. Long, thorough licks through her soaked pussy, firm suction on her clit, occasional dips of my tongue inside her while my hand worked the plug in slow thrusts. Every time I pushed the plug deeper she moaned louder. Every time I pulled it almost free and then sank it back in, her hips jerked. Spit and her own wetness mixed on my chin. The cheap motel room filled with the soft, filthy sounds of me eating her out and the quiet, needy noises she couldn’t hold back.

"Fuck... Evan..." she panted, one hand coming down to rest on the back of my head. "That feels... so good..."

I hummed against her cunt and kept licking, never giving her a steady rhythm for long. Sometimes I focused entirely on her clit with rapid flicks of my tongue while I fucked her ass with the plug in short, firm strokes. Sometimes I slowed down, dragging my tongue through her folds in long, lazy passes while I only teased the plug with tiny movements. Carrie stayed spread open for me the entire time, thighs shaking, soft stomach rising and falling with every uneven breath, the black babydoll bunched uselessly under her tits.