Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 90772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I reach up and wrap my fingers around the bars and grip the headboard tightly.
“You gonna be quiet while I fuck you, Cherry?” he asks, still holding his hand over my mouth.
I nod my head, and he releases his hold and sits back. He positions himself on his knees, between my legs, causing me to release my locked legs from around him. Gripping my hips hard, he pulls me into his lap so that I’m completely stretched out on the bed. I tighten my hold on the bars and keep my fingers locked.
“It won’t take me long, baby, not with you laid out like this, all for the taking. Fuck, I love seeing your red hair all wild over my pillow.”
Gripping my hips in a tighter hold, Carter starts to thrust fast. I can feel another orgasm building. I bite the inside of my mouth to stop from moaning. I look up into Carter’s face and see his intensity. His eyes are on my pussy. He watches his cock slide in and out of me, it’s almost like he can’t look away.
“Fuck, baby, I’m so close. You’re going to come with me, aren’t you?” he says, his thrusts picking up speed. I raise my hips, meeting him halfway, showing him I’m close too. I feel my sex close eagerly around him. He withdraws and then thrusts even deeper.
“Yes,” I moan, tipping my head back as I let him control my body. I know he’ll get me there. Carter always makes sure I have what I need, that I get what I want.
Smack.
My eyes fly open when I feel him smack the top of my pussy, over my clit.
“I said quiet, Cherry.”
I’m not sure why he thinks slapping my pussy would make me stop. I want him to do it again, so I moan his name louder this time, and I’m sure Saint can hear it if he’s outside the door. He smacks it again and again, and I cum at his final smack. I feel my pussy walls contract as if trying to make Carter’s cock go deeper inside me, wanting him to stay there forever. My back arches off the bed, and I give myself over to the pleasure. I feel Carter’s own release deep inside me, filling me with his warm cum. My pussy contracts even more, as if it craves it. Pleasure hums through my whole body.
“Carter, I’m not fucking around. That Justin guy is outside!” Saint booms while pounding on our bedroom door.
“Fuck! Give me a minute,” Carter says, pulling from my body
“Justin’s here?” I exclaim and scurry off the bed. I can feel Carter’s cum slide down my thighs, and I go into the bathroom to clean myself up. With everything that’s happened, I had completely forgotten about Justin. I’m such a freaking horrible person. Here I am having mind-blowing orgasms with Carter, and I let him slip my mind. How selfish can I be?
When I come back out of the bathroom, Carter is fully dressed and standing in the center of the room. I’m still naked and his eyes are fixed on my boobs. I roll my eyes and make my way to the closet to find something to wear.
“No way, Cherry. Get your ass back in that bed.”
“What? Why?” I question, still digging through the closet.
“Because I’m not sure why that dipshit is here or how he knows what this place is.”
Turning to look at him, I know he’s right. How does Justin know about the warehouse? But that doesn’t matter at the moment. “Let’s go find out then.”
“No, I’ll go find out. You get your ass back in the bed, and wait for me.”
“Fine.” I scowl and make my way over to the bed. There is no point arguing with him. I’ll just wait for him to leave the room. And then I’ll get dressed and go downstairs.
He eyes me skeptically. Maybe I gave in too quickly, and he’s onto me. I get under the covers to make it seem like I really plan on staying put.
He comes over to the bed and leans over, giving me a soft kiss.
“Be right back, baby. Keep my spot warm.”
“Carter, how could I keep your spot warm? I would need three of me.”
“I’m not sure if the idea of three of you is hot as fuck or scary as hell,” he laughs.
I roll my eyes and point to the door. “Go, Carter, find out what’s happening… and don’t hurt him.”
“No promises.”
“Carter,” I warn.
He lifts his hands in defeat. “Fine, baby, but you remember this. I gave you this one.”
He opens the door, and I see Saint standing right outside. His hair is a mess, and I’m guessing that’s Jeanette’s doing. He gives me a half-smile before Carter closes the door fully.
I jump from the bed and run into the closet. I want Carter to have as little time with Justin as possible. The last time they were together it was a nightmare. Throwing on a pair of shorts and a tee, I slip on my flip flops before making my way downstairs.
When I get to the top of the stairs I can already see things aren’t going great. Carter has Justin pinned to the wall, and I can see Justin is turning blue. His left hand is leaking blood all over the floor, and he looks like he’s been through hell – a hell I dragged him into.
“How the fuck did you find this place?” Carter bellows.
Running down the stairs I try to pry Carter off him but it’s no use. I can’t move him at all.
“I asked how the fuck you found this place.”
“He can’t answer you while you’re choking him, Carter! Goddamn it, let him go!”
“I told you to keep your ass in bed, Cherry. What the fuck? Do you ever listen?”
I ignore his question and look over at Saint who is just playing with his phone, like nothing is going on. “Saint, a little help here?” I ask, bewildered.
He looks up and just shrugs.