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I knew I would be in trouble with him, but I didn’t care. I needed to come so badly. My eyes were blurring, my vision turning white. The sounds of my moans and whimpers filled the air as I picked up my pace, riding him as if my life depended on it.
“Do. Not,” he warned. That was it.
I came with a cry, my entire body vibrating with pleasure. Carter didn’t miss a beat, his fingers working me through it, despite his command. When I was finally able to breathe again, I looked back at the screen. I couldn’t stop the smile that formed on my lips, my whole face lighting up from the blissful release. It lasted only for a moment.
“When we get home,” he chuckled, his hands gripping me tighter. “You ain’t sittin’ for weeks. Now, be a good girl and keep ridin’ my dick so I can come deep in that pussy.”
It didn’t take long. I felt his body tensing as he groaned, grabbing my hips and fucking me hard and fast until his cum filled me. When it was over, he sat back in the chair, his arms wrapped around my waist, his dick softening inside me.
Finally, he moved me off of him, standing, stretching some.
“Get that list finished.” I was still breathing heavily as he righted his clothes and walked out. Just as he reached the door, he looked back at me, a sadistic smile on his lips, and said, “I hope comin’ was worth it. ‘Cause you ain’t gonna get to for a very long time.” And he left.
40. CARTER’S GIRL
October 27
Day Sixty-One
173 Hours to Go
We left for the day earlier than normal, not having any other plans for the night or the following, since Tyler had a college band coming in to play. I had played again on Tuesday and it was just as fun.
It had been about an hour after our fun at the desk when Carter came in. He complained about a muscle in his neck and wanted to take a break before it worsened. Somehow, I didn’t believe him.
On the way home, the silence was eerie and I knew I was headed to certain death.
“Forgot to ask,” he started, making me jump. He laughed. “Sorry. Did you get the list done?”
“I did.”
“Good.” He reached over, and I jumped a second time. “You alright, darlin’?”
“I’m fine,” I lied, eyeing him wearily.
“My sweet, sweet Emmy.” Oh, he was definitely up tosomething. “You don’t seem fine. You seem a little… jumpy. Talk to me.” I swallowed.
“You were kidding, right? About me not coming?” I asked.
“‘Course, baby.” He looked at me, a sickeningly sweet smile on his face that sent ice from down my spine. As we turned on to our road, he looked over for a split second again.
“I thought we’d stop home first, spend a little… time together, and then go out for dinner.”
My eyes widened.
“I think we’ve spent plenty of time together today.”
“Nah,” he laughed. “Not quite as much as I’d like. I have some things I wanna talk to you about.”
“Things?” I chuckled nervously. “What things?”
“You know what things.”
I realized my gut had more than likely been right and I was definitely about to get punished.
We pulled into the driveway, barely parking, when I practically jumped out of the truck, not allowing Carter to get the door for me like he normally did. Mac greeted us at the fence, but I didn’t stop to greet him, wanting to get behind a locked door as soon as possible. It didn’t matter, his footfalls were close behind me in no time.
“Where you goin’, Em?” he asked as I started up the stairs. My stomach dropped, my heart racing. I felt myself getting wet.
