Page 107 of Debts and Desires
He kissed me, his tongue plunging into my mouth as he held my head still. Then, Carter moved off of me, taking off his pants. He carefully climbed up, lining his dick with my mouth.
“Open wide.” He put the tip near my mouth and I obliged. He pushed in deep, making me gag. He pulled out, giving me a moment. “There you go. You’re such a good girl. I tell you what, you suck me real good, and I’ll let you come.” I didn’t need to hear anything else. He pushed forward again. This time I swallowed him whole, forcing myself to relax. I started bobbing myhead up and down, swirling my tongue. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked, taking as much of him as I could.
“Fuckin’ hell, Emmy.” I looked up at him through my lashes, seeing his eyes had become hooded. I pulled off, kissing his shaft from base to tip, letting my saliva drip from my mouth onto his cock as I looked up at him again. “Baby,” he groaned. “I swear you’re tryin’ to kill me.”
“Does that mean you’ll fuck me now?” I asked in a saccharine tone.
“S’that what you want?”
“Yes, Sir. Please fuck me.”
His head lulled back as he grunted, “Youaretryin’ to kill me.Fuck.”
Carter moved once more, climbing back down my body, peppering kisses on my neck. We both moaned as he slipped inside me.
“You’re so wet, Em.” He slid in and out slowly, almost tortuously, as I clenched around him.
“Carter,” I whined.
“Patience, darlin’.”
“I’m trying,” I pouted. “I just want to come.”
“I know. But you were bad today.” I bit my lip, my hips bucking into him as he continued his slow, measured pace. I felt like I was about to burst.
“But I sucked your dick really good.”
“Mmm. True.”
“And I promise I’ll never run.”
“You better never.”
“I won’t ever threaten it again.”
“Good.” He gave a little more, picking up the pace. “Keep talkin’, Buttercup, I may let you come today.”
“I’ll give you a whole week of free-use.”
“I like the sound of that.” Carter moved fast, his strokes hitting every perfect spot. I wracked my brain trying to come up with even more that I could offer. I wasthatdesperate.
Hours. Tell him about the hours.
It was tempting, but would he accept it? Would it be enough? Because if I told him the hours didn’t matter anymore, that would make the entire agreement null. Would he want that?
One way to find out.
“No more hours,” I blurted out.
“Whaddya mean?”
“I mean no more hours, Carter. I’m yours completely. No more agreement. No more bargaining. No more stupid tally calendar keeping track.” He seemed to think, thankfully, not slowing, or I may have offered him my very soul.
“You done bein’ ornery?” He finally asked.
“Yes.”For now.
He placed his hand on my throat and I gasped.
