Carrie couldn’t help the smirk that formed on her lips. Matt was definitely bringing out something in her she hadn’t even felt with Zack. She did what Matt ask, slowly and teasingly sliding the zipper down. She undid the button on his jeans, moving to press gentle kisses to his adam’s Apple as she pulled his dick out and began stroking it.
Matt moaned softly, tilting his head back against the back of the couch. He gripped her hips a little tighter, letting out a breath. “Just like that,” he mumbled.
Matt raised an eyebrow. Beg? He usually was on the other end of the begging. He bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before he finally gave in. “Please, Carrie,” he pleaded. “Please. I want to fuck you so badly.”