My juices coated his cock, dripping down my thighs. Carter reached around and rubbed my clit in tight, fast circles while he railed me. His other hand stayed tangled in my hair, forcing me to watch every expression on my face — the way my mouth fell open, the tears of overwhelming pleasure gathering in my eyes.

“Look at you,” he grunted. “Married less than twenty-four hours and already bent over like a slut for your father-in-law. Taking this dick so fucking well.”

He was rougher now. Deeper. His balls slapped against me with every thrust. The mirror fogged slightly from our heavy breathing. I pushed back against him, meeting...