Page 68 of Cabin Fever

The dishes clanked and I could see Kitty burying her nose in my breakfast. Carter noticed my distraction and quickly rectified it by putting the tray into the hall. Kitty followed and he closed the door behind her.

"Are you playing with yourself, Olivia?" Carter asked, still facing the door.

"No."

"Why not? Your hand should be dripping by the time I turn back to you."

His words held power over me. I didn't think, I could only react. My body pulsed, and I felt the heat escape from the apex of my thighs. A groan escaped my lips when I pushed two fingers inside myself, the memory of how he watched me last night as he did that to me flooding my mind.

My thumb rubbed my clit like it had the past two-and-a-half weeks when I knew he was working in the barn and I had a few minutes to myself.

"Like this?" I asked, not because I wanted his opinion but rather, to get him to eat me with his eyes.

I planted my foot on the bed, spreading wider for Carter as he turned. The only indication I had an effect on him was the slight flare of his nose. I swear, the man was like granite.

Stepping closer, his large, wooden cock bobbed until he stood an inch from me. A bead of precum formed on the tip but he wouldn't touch himself.

"Yes, Olivia, just like that. But you look bored. Aren't you enjoying yourself?"

Bending slightly, Carter reached for my boob and flicked his thumb over my nipple. I clenched my jaw as the pleasure pulsed down to where I was riding my hand.

"Yes. Again." I arched my back, pushing my chest to him.

"You're so sensitive. Maybe a little twist. Would that be too much?"

"Not too much. Do it, please."

His fingers clamped down and as he turned my spiked tip, stars floated over my eyes. Wave after excruciating wave of erotic pain convulsed through me.

"Yes. Carter. More."

His fingers pulled away and went to my other breast, twisting and pinching until I had to lift my hips to ride my hand harder, faster.

Then his hand pulled back, slapping at the tip of my breast and that sent me over the edge. I groaned as the lightning bolt of euphoria shot down my body.

"I'm coming."

The wave crested, and I wanted nothing more than for Carter to do whatever he wanted to me at this moment. As if Carter could read my mind, that's exactly what he did.

His hand lifted to my head and he curled his fingers into my hair, pulling my head back. My mouth opened, and I watched as he lined his dripping cock to my lips. A quick glance was all he gave me before pushing himself inside.

I wrapped my lips around him as my pussy contracted around my fingers. His hand held me in place as he pushed himself back and forth.

"You like that, Olivia? God, your mouth is perfect for my dick."

I just had an orgasm yet, I couldn't stop touching myself as he fucked my mouth. Every dirty thing he said or did to me made me want him more. It didn't take long until I was moaning around his cock as my climax hit.

His fingers tightened in my hair and his cock thickened.

"Oh, Olivia," he said with a stuttered gasp as Carter emptied into my mouth and down my throat.

After a moment, he softened and released his fingers from my head. His fingers trailed down my cheek and as he slipped out of my mouth, his thumb swiped at my bottom lip.

He sat next to me on the bed, pulling me into his lap. Carter nuzzled my neck and dotted it with kisses.

"I don't want you to leave," he said and his arm tightened around my waist.

I pulled back and lifted his chin until he would look at me. What I found was a man filled with worry.

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