Page 97 of The Star

“Technically, she distributed child pornography since you two are minors. We could file charges against her.” Sara raises her brows.

“No.” I shake my head. “I don’t need any more reason for there to be a target on my back at school. We’ll already have to deal with everyone knowing about this tomorrow.”

“That reminds me,” Sara says, narrowing her eyes at Carson. “Skipping school? Throwing a party? Are you kidding?”

“Well–” he begins, but she cuts him off.

“Clean this house up, both of you.” Sara turns and starts to walk away. “I’m going to go find the answers for my day-long marriage failing in the bottom of a bottle of wine. Please don’t bother me.”

I find Carson’s eyes, a laugh slipping from my lips that makes him chuckle as well. He wiggles his eyebrows. “Wanna pound it out before we clean?”

“You’re so romantic, Carson Raines,” I deadpan, turning around to head to the kitchen to grab some trash bags.

“So, no?” Carson yells after me, making me laugh.

“Help me clean!” I yell back.

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The sun is setting by the time we finish cleaning the house. We filled five trash bags and used an entire bottle of Lysol, but everything looks as good as new. Sara has been out by the pool, drinking wine and staring up at the sky. I feel bad for her, I really do. From what I know, she hasn’t been with anyone since Carson’s dad died, and now this? She doesn’t deserve it.

After throwing the trash bags filled with empty cups and bottles into the garage, Carson turns to me with a smirk plastered to his gorgeous face.

“What?” I ask, humor in my tone.

“Wanna take a bath?” He rubs his hands up and down my arms. “Get all soapy, slippery, and hot?”

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling goosebumps rise on my skin from his touch.

He kisses my cheek, sliding his fingers through mine before he pulls me across the house, up the stairs and then down the hall to the last bedroom, which is a guest room.

He closes the door before leading me to the adjoining bathroom. It’s bigger than ours, with a huge ass tub sitting in the corner. “Damn, why didn’t I get this room?”

He grins as he leans down to plug the drain and turn the hot water on. “You wanna move away from me for a bigger bathroom?”

“Nah.” I lean against the counter across from him, watching as he digs around in a basket sitting on the edge of the tub, then drops a bath bomb into the water. When he turns to me, there’s a heat in his eyes that makes my clit pulse with need.

He walks across the bathroom at a torturous pace, making me hold my breath until he finally reaches me and slides his hands underneath my t-shirt. “Arms up.”

Raising my arms, my stomach and chest pebble with goosebumps from the cold air as he slips my shirt over my head and tosses it onto the floor. He reaches around my back, unfastening my bra with ease. When it slides off my arms, he looks down at my breasts and bites down on his lip in satisfaction.

He continues, sliding his hands under the waistband of my leggings and panties, dragging them down my legs slowly at the same time he drops to his knees in front of me. Tugging them from my ankles one by one, he tosses them to the side and leaves me bare before him. As he looks up at me, my pussy clenches, wetness pooling between my legs.

“I love seeing you on your knees for me,” I rasp, sliding a hand into his hair as he leans forward to kiss my stomach.

“I’ll always get on my knees for you, baby.” He looks up at me as he licks across the skin of my belly. “You and only you.”

I spread my thighs, raising one to hang it over his shoulder as I arch my lower back to put my pussy on his mouth. “Fuck me with your tongue, Carson.” I tighten the hold I have on his hair, pressing him closer.

He does as instructed, sliding his tongue against my pussy just the way I like. He moans into my flesh, sucking my clit in between his teeth as his tongue flicks against it. I grab his hair with one hand, and the bathroom counter with the other, letting my head drop back as he slides his hands up the back of my thighs to grab my ass.

He slips downward with his mouth, thrusting his tongue inside of me and making me cry out from the sensation. With the power of the muscle, he fucks me fast and hard, making my legs shake.

I grip his hair, pulling his mouth from my pussy to look into his darkening eyes. “I need your dick.”

Groaning, he pushes my leg from his shoulder before he stands up and rips his shirt over his head. As he pushes his pants down, he burns me with his gaze. “Get in the bath.”

He kicks his pants off as I do, following behind me and climbing into the tub first, turning the water off and sitting down against the edge. I straddle him, threading my hands into his hair as he lines his cock to my cunt, letting me slide onto him until I’m completely filled. The water sloshes around us as I ride, my head swimming with the overwhelming feeling of being consumed by him.

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