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Her pussy pulsates around my cock, tighter and tighter, until her hips jerk and she comes hard.
“Fuck,” she moans as I won’t slow my pace, fucking her through her tight pussy.
“Carter…” She shakes her head. “It’s too much,” she whimpers, clawing at the sheets. “I can’t take anymore…”
Her whimpers and sobs are a balm to my soul.
“You love it, Katie.”
“I… You’ll break me,” she whimpers.
“You can take more than you think. I haven’t fucked your ass yet, and you want to give that to me, don’t you?” I ask as I gently stroke over her back and spread her ass open.
She shudders and arches back for me. “Oh, God.”
“Good girl,” I praise and replace my thumb with my cock.
She cries out but rocks back against me, moaning against my bed. I’m sure my sheets are wet from her pussy. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I plow into her ass as my hand snakes around her body, and I rub her clit until her body spasms beneath me.
“Carter!” she yells as she comes again. Her ass tightens so much that she drags me with her.
I fill her ass and slump to the bed with her, utterly exhausted. Katie trembles, and I kiss across her neck gently and gently pull out.
“You’re such a good girl, Katie. You can always take more pleasure because you know I’ll take care of you after.”
She nods weakly. “So much better than worrying.”
I chuckle and turn her chin to kiss her gently. “That’s right. It’s better for both of us.”
“Yes,” she says while fighting her eyelids.
“I’m going to get you cleaned up and get you back in bed. I’m sure you’ll remember the lecture now,” I promise.
“If you didn’t fuck it out of me,” she teases with a gentle smile.
That’s my girl. Smart, quick-witted, and too sexy for her own good.
Chapter ten
Brad
Around three a.m., I slip into the house. I keep my keys from jingling. I keep the door from banging, then shut it with a soft click that wouldn’t even alert a dog. I soften every footstep as I head in. My hands are coated in dried blood, but the anger hasn’t faded.
But I saw every text Katie sent, could feel her desperation.
Katie: Where did you go?
Katie: Seriously, nothing happened. I told him no.
Katie: Are you coming home?
Katie: I hope you’re safe. I’d like to see you tomorrow so I know we’re okay.
Add that to my brother’s texts and his voice mail… and a call from my dad too. I knew I needed to come home, but I didn’t want to bring my problems home with me. That’s not fair to any of them.Lesser of two evils.That’s how it works.
I slip into Katie’s room, half expecting my dad to be there, but it’s so late that I’m not surprised he isn’t. I am surprised that she’s wearing full pajamas. She’s half kicked the blanket off so I see she has on pajama pants and a T-shirt. A soft ‘no’.
Sitting on the edge of her bed, I watch her sleep. She squirms and gropes the bed until I cover her up with her sheet. A part of me wants to crawl into bed with her, to hold her, remind us both that she’s mine and she belongs right here, bundled up in my arms for me to enjoy.
