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42. I CAME, I SAW, I CAME AGAIN
October 31
Day Sixty-Five
I’m Emmy, Carter’s girl.
I hadn’t stopped thinking about it since she said it on Friday. It felt right when she said it, like she was always mine. The look on her face after made me smile more. She blushed, the red creeping all over her skin.
We’d been fucking like rabbits for days since then, her pussy becoming my second home. I loved being inside her, watching her take my cock deep as she squirmed, begging for release. Depending on my mood, I’d either make her orgasm so many times that she’d see stars and beg me to stop. Or I’d edge her and make her beg just to end the torture. There was no in between.
I loved when she begged.
Now that this was no longer an agreement, there was something else, something deeper. Something that scared me. I didn’t want to think about it too much, not when I had her spread out underneath me, begging for more.
So I fucked her again and again, using my hands and mouth and tongue to make her come around me. Like a good girl, shetook everything I could give her until she couldn’t take anymore. Then I let myself go, shooting my cum deep inside her pussy, marking her as mine for what felt like the millionth time.
Afterwards, we lay in bed, both sweaty and spent. Her body curved into mine, fitting like two pieces of a puzzle. She traced patterns on my skin with her fingers, gliding over my tattoos, making me smile. It felt right when she was near me. Like I could finally breathe.
It was Monday morning, Halloween Day. I needed to go into the shop, but decided against it, telling Emmy today was a rest day for the both of us. Plus, I hadn’t gotten any candy to hand out and felt bad.
“Wanna give you a break, Buttercup. I need to take a shower real quick. Then I’ll figure out breakfast.”
“It’s noon, Carter.”
“Is it?” I looked at the clock and grinned. “Time flies when you’re inside someone all weekend,” I said, making her blush.
I walked to the bathroom, starting the shower and stepping inside. The hot water felt good on my tired muscles. And when I thought about the cute little blonde on my bed that was the reason for the aches, my dick stood at attention. I hadn’t been this horny since I was a teen.
She was sweet and innocent and so fucking dirty underneath all that sunshine. I wanted to see more, wanted to push her limits even more than I already had. I wanted to hear her beg for more and more.
The idea of making her beg made my cock twitch in anticipation. With a loud sigh, I reached down, stroking myself slowly at first. But once I had found my rhythm, I went fast, chasing that feeling of release.
“Fuck,” I groaned quietly as I got close. I imagined her tied up, my cock down her throat as she choked around me, her eyes wide with surprise as I took her air. She would take it all, just like she did last night, like any time, taking me so deep.
I came at the image, shooting all over the place. After cleaning up, I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel. As Idried off, I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing the marks she’d left on my skin. They were red and purple and covered most of my chest and arms, some scratches down my back.
Damn.
I smiled. I’d been so busy making her mine that I missed her returning the favor. I forwent the shirt, deciding to wear her marks like a badge of honor. I knew they would be gone by tomorrow, but the reminder that she had claimed me made me puff out my chest some.
Emmy was asleep when I came back out. Quietly, I left, heading for the kitchen to make food. When it was ready, I went back up. I was just about to open the door when I heard something.
A low humming noise. Moaning. The soft creaking of the bed. I pushed the door open slowly.
Her vibrator was on her pussy, buzzing as it hit her clit. Her moans were low and guttural as she fucked herself with abandon. She didn’t even notice me standing there, watching in awe.
My mouth was dry, my dick hard again. Fuck, she looked so beautiful. Her skin was flushed, her face contorted in pleasure. She was perfect. She was mine.
I stepped forward, clearing my throat. Emmy jumped at the noise, turning to look at me, her eyes wide with embarrassment. This time, the toy stayed in her hand. She was still panting, her pussy dripping wet from her own arousal.
“Keep goin’,” I rasped, pulling my sweats off. She hesitated for a moment before reaching for the controls again. She whimpered as she resumed her motions, fucking herself with the vibrator. I climbed into bed beside her.
“Look at you, fucking yourself. So dirty. You’ve become such a little whore for me.” I said, my hand stroking her skin, then cupping her left tit. “Such a pretty little slut.”
Her breath hitched as I pinched her nipple between my fingers. “Yes,” she breathed, leaning into my touch. I watched as her orgasm washed over her, making her back arch and her legsshake. I wasted no time grabbing her vibrator before moving on top of her. I slid into her in one go.
“Oh, Carter, yes!” she screamed as I filled her, her pussy clenching around me. I smirked as she moaned and whimpered, trying to match my movements.
