Page 95 of Cruel Dominion

Carter cursed, and through the haze of my mind-altering pleasure I saw him bearing his teeth.

He was going to come, too.

I licked my lips, still shaking with my own aftershocks, blinking to clear my vision enough to watch him.

He pulled out at the last possible second, gripping his shaft, rubbing it viciously as he began to come. Hot ropes of come splattered over my pussy, making me hum with pride.

Carter’s expression struck me, reminding me of the boy on the beach. There he was. Disarmed. The mask dropped.

He’d been here all along.

He panted as he finished, his throat bobbing and eyelids heavy as he lowered his eyes to admire his art.

Carter’s tongue rolled over his lower lip as he reached between us, and I felt his fingers dragging over my mound. By the time I realized what he was doing, it was too late. He pushed his gathered seed from where it landed into my pussy.

Shit.

I couldn’t remember if I’d taken my pill this morning.

Fuck, had I remembered yesterday?

There was just so much going on that?—

“Carter, wait, stop.”

He didn’t even look at me.

I tried to pull myself away from him but the restraints held me in place.

“Carter! I said stop. I can’t remember if I took my pill this morning.”

He froze and the look he gave me burned with the heat of a thousand suns.

“Good.”

What!?

He held my slackened leg in place, locking it over his arm as he stuffed every drop of his spend into my pussy despite my thrashing.

“Are you insane? I could get pregnant!”

“I know.”

I stopped fighting, remembering the existence of pharmacies. Of Plan B. And resolved to sit still as he finished, trying to figure out why this would turn him on.

He said he never wanted kids.

I was the one who wanted a big family. For my kids to grow up with siblings to keep each other company and stand up for one another.

It didn’t make sense.

I sighed.

“Are you done?”

He cocked his head, double checking my pussy. “I am.”

“Want to explain?”

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