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Right there, right there, right—No! No, wait!
He pulled away.
“Answer me.”
“N-no.”
“You sure?” I nodded as he began again. “‘Cause I can go back to how it was in the beginnin’, usin’ you. Bringin’ you right to the edge and…” He stopped entirely. “Is that what you want?”
“No! No, please. Please.”
“Good. Because I,” he picked up his pace inside me, articulating every word with every thrust. His hand, however, did not move back. “I was beginning to think this was all still just a transaction to you again.”
“It’s not! It’s not!”
“You sure? I’d hate to have to stop. Again.”
“Please, don’t stop,” I begged. I could’ve cried when his fingers found my clit once more.
“You wanna come?”
“Yes.”
“Ask nicely.”
“May I please come, Sir?”
“Absolutely. Give it to me, Buttercup.”
“Carter,” I moaned, feeling that familiar coil tightening in my core. With one hard, sharp slam that pulled another loud moan from deep in my chest, the wave crashed over me.
“That’s it, Buttercup. Keep comin’ on my dick.” His movements became faster until he groaned above me, burying his face in my neck as his own orgasm rocked throughout him.
We stayed locked together for a moment, both panting.
He pulled out and rolled us so that we were on our side with me cradled against him. His fingers trailed lazy patterns across my stomach.
“You’re such a tease, you know that, right?” I asked. He grinned.
“Am I?”
“Since the beginning.”
“Hmm. I seem to remember otherwise. I found a distressed woman, caterwaulin’ on the side of the road. So I whisked her away to safety.”
“I remember it a little differently.”
“Do you?”
“Well, youdidsteal from me. Seems a little uneven in the scheme of things.”
“You own my heart, body, and soul, so I’d say we’re pretty even.” He paused, looking deep into my eyes. I was in awe still of how handsome he was. “Do I own yours, Buttercup?”
“Yes, Carter. Always.”
79. DEAD MAN DRIVING
March 28
