Page 31 of Too Late

I wonder what it would feel like to be inside her without a condom. She’s let me inside of her for a few seconds before—just to prep her before putting on the condom. But I’ve never finished inside of her.

Her warm pussy squeezing tight around my dick while I release into her, feeling every single sensation without a barrier.

I groan at the thought of it and start pumping my fist faster. Fuck, this feels good. Watching her, thinking about being inside of her. I need to touch her. I lean forward, bringing my mouth to her exposed breast. I normally try not to wake her, but it won’t be the first time she wakes up to me jacking off on her.

I slide my tongue against her nipple and tease her, circling it slowly. She stretches her arm out against the pillow and moans. I like that she’s still asleep. I like to see how close I can get her to an orgasm before waking her up.

I wrap my lips around her nipple and suck gently. It instantly hardens inside my mouth.

“Mmm,” she moans again, her sleepy voice breathless. “Carter.”

My jaw clenches with her fucking nipple still in my mouth.

What the fucking fuck did she just say?

I immediately pull away, letting her nipple pop out of my mouth. I look down at her fucking face and release my grip on my dick. It just went limp at the sound of that name passing her lips.

What the fuck?

What.

The.

Fuck?

My chest hurts. It feels like someone just crushed it. Dropped a brick on it. Dropped a whole fuckingbuildingon it.

Somewhere between moaning his name and regaining consciousness, Sloan pulled her shirt down over her tits.

Somewhere between her moaning his name and regaining consciousness, I wrapped my hand around her throat.

She’s staring at me. Her eyes are wide with fear. I’m sure it’s a scary thing to wake up to your boyfriend’s hand around your throat, but she should be lucky she’s not feeling whatI’mfeeling right now.

“Are you fucking him?”

It takes all the effort I have not to scream those words at her. Instead, my voice is calm and collected, unlike every other part of me. I’m not squeezing her throat with any significant force.

Yet.

I simply have my hand around it, so sheshouldbe answering me right now. She’s able to speak, but she’s not. The fucking whore is just staring at me like she just got caught.

“Sloan? Are you fucking Carter? Has he been inside you?” Sloan immediately begins to shake her head. She presses her palms into the mattress and pushes herself up against the headboard. My hand doesn’t leave her throat.

“What are you talking about?” she says. “No. Of course not.God, no.”

She’s looking at me like I’m crazy. She’s very convincing.

My mother was convincing, too. Look where that landed her.

I tighten my grip, watching her face as it slowly turns a shade pinker. She winces and fists the sheet at her sides. Her eyes begin to fill with tears.

Good thing my father taught me not to let a woman’s tears fool me.

I lean in toward her until I’m a mere two inches from her. I scroll over her eyes, her mouth, every fucking lying part of her goddamn face. “You just said hisname, Sloan. I had your fucking nipple in my mouth, trying topleaseyou. But then you whispered his fucking name. You saidCarter.”

Sloan shakes her head. She’s so adamant about it, shaking it with such intensity, I ease my grip around her throat so she can speak. After inhaling a gasp of air, she blurts out, “I didn’t sayCarter, you fucking dipshit. I saidharder. I was awake and could feel you kissing me. I wanted you to do itharder.”

I stare at her.

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