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He kissed up my body, leaving a trail of wetness in his wake. I enveloped him in my arms, crashing his lips down onto mine. I tasted myself on him. I memorized the combination. The whole of my body puckered to him as his hands caressed my skin. He fell between my legs and pushed his cock into my body, savoring the moment. I groaned into his lips, my hips shifting and rolling to try and take more of him in.

I wanted to feel him against me.

I wanted to feel him buck into me.

His hands pinned my hips to the floor and I whimpered. His command of my body was yet another thing I would miss. Tears rushed to my eyes and I closed them, trying to keep them at bay as his body consumed mine.

Then his lips dipped to my ear as his hot breath cascaded across my skin.

“Please stay,” Cater said. “I’m begging you.”

There was something in his voice. Something primal and childlike. The memory of his children on his porch came rushing back as tears rushed down my cheeks. He sank his cock to the hilt, his trimmed curled pressing against my oversensitive clit.

I clung to him. I dug my fingernails into his skin to try and pull him closer to me.

“Please move,” I said breathlessly. “Please, Carter.”

He slowly slid out and sank himself back in. I kissed along his shoulder, making my way to his neck. His forearms planted beside my head as our eyes met, and they stayed connected as he picked up his pace. His thrusts became desperate as tears rolled down my cheeks. He dipped to kiss every single one of them. Like it pained him to see me cry. I opened my body to him and rested him within me. I pulled his sculpted muscles as close to me as I could get them. His cock pulsed against my walls as I rolled desperately into him. Raising my hips to take him in and meet him thrust for thrust.

Skin slapping skin filled the corners of my room. I could feel my wetness dripping down my ass crack. His balls were slapping my skin and his cock was growing thicker than I’d ever felt it before. Our lips collided, and he sucked on my lower lip, nibbling and running his tongue along my teeth.

My body was shaking. Jolting at his assault as my fingernails dug into his back.

Nothing but groans and pants and slapping skin echoed off the corners of the walls. I could feel that telltale burning in the pit of my gut. He ground his hips into mine as my legs wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into my pussy with each thrust me made. His hand slid down my leg, clutching me tighter as my heels dug into his lower back. A growl fell from his lips as his face fell to the crook of my neck, and I could feel his hips beginning to stutter.

“Cum for me, Carter,” I said breathlessly. “Let me feel you.”

He pounded against me, his movements growing ferocious. Like a lion who had been denied its right to the best female in the pride. I whimpered into the crook of his neck as my body exploded around him, my pussy milking his dick as my entire body shivered.

“Carter. Carter. Yes. Holy fuck. Oh, hell. You feel amazing. Carter. Yes.”

He slid into me one last time before he stilled against me. His hand ran through my hair and tugged my head off to the side. His teeth sank into my neck, marking me as his other hand pinned mine above my head. I felt his cock filling me to the brim. Pumping me full of his hot cum as it spilled out from between my legs.

The white-hot pleasure was so intense it blinded me, causing the room to fuzz as his tongue lapped over the teeth marks he’d embedded into my skin.

He collapsed on top of me as his cock stayed sheathed within my pussy. I wrapped my arms around him and held him close, feeling him shake against my body. We were covered in sweat and the smell of cleaning supplies was tainted with the smell of sex. I kissed along his shoulder and his neck, memorizing the thickness of his muscles and the way they fell against my body.

Because even though something inside of me wanted to stay, the majority of me still wanted to go.

And I knew when I told him that, it would kill him.

I knew I would never see Carter again.

So I memorized what I could so I could hang on to the memory of him. Because the memory of Carter was better than nothing at all.

Eighteen

Carter

I stood at the stove cooking dinner for the kids. The new nanny had just left for the evening and I was stuck trying to figure out what to make everyone for dinner. It hadn’t been something I’d had to worry about in months, and now the concept seemed foreign to me.

It felt foreign to not have Natasha with us.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, Clara?”

“I miss Miss Nattie.”

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