Man of the House(45)

She moaned, sucking me faster. I knew she liked it when I talked dirty to her, though I was having trouble concentrating. It felt so fucking good to have her lips Hoovering my thick cock. She tried as hard as she could to take as much as as possible into her throat, but I was just too big for her and we both knew it. Still, that in itself was fucking sexy as hell as she took my cock deep again, gagging but still sucking.

Pleasure was rocketing through my brain. I couldn’t think of anything but her sucking my cock with a wild abandon that drove me insane. She pulled back again, stroking me, her breasts pushed forward, pure lust in her eyes.

“Come in my mouth,” she said. “Please, Carter. I want to taste it.”

“Your dirty slut,” I said, smirking at her. “Are you going to swallow every drop?”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Please. Do it.”

I pressed her head down and she sucked me faster, two hands on my shaft. She jerked me as she sucked my tip, sliding up and down, her hair spilling all around her. She sucked me as fast and as hard as she could, trying to get every drop from my fucking balls.

I couldn’t hold back. Not after she just begged me to come down her pretty little throat. I watched her go to work, hands in her hair, and I knew I was close.

The orgasm ripped through me, but that didn’t slow her down. I came hard, shooting every last drop into her mouth and throat, and she just kept sucking me. She was a dirty fucking girl for me and moaned the whole time that I was coming, swallowing every drop, and cleaning me off when I was finally done.

She smiled, climbing up next to me, and I kissed her hard. I didn’t care if I could still taste myself, I needed to feel her close in that moment. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my lap, kissing her deep and hard.

Finally, we pulled apart. Her cheeks were flushed as she smiled at me, and she looked incredible, beautiful and free.

“Was that what you needed?” she asked.

I grinned. “Exactly what I needed.”

“Good.” She kissed me again.

“But now it’s your turn.”

She squealed and laughed as I rolled her over, dropping down to my knees.

“Carter,” she said. “You don’t owe me anything.”

“Who said anything about owing you?” I grinned at her. “I just want to eat this pussy until I’m hard again, and then I’m going to take more of what I want.”

“So this is entirely selfish?”

I nodded. “Entirely. Now let my suck that clit until you scream.”

“Fine,” she said, pretending to sigh. “If you must.”

I grinned and began to unbutton her pants, but before I could finish, the record stopped and my phone started ringing at the same time. The sudden silence made the phone sound absurdly loud.

Emily bit her lip. “Answer it,” she said.

“Why?”

“Please. We can’t ignore calls. Not right now.”

I looked at her for a second then nodded. It was the last thing I wanted to do, but if she asked me for it, I’d give her absolutely anything. The least I could do was answer my fucking phone.

“Carter,” I said.

“Sir, it’s Marty. I have that data for you, plus something you should see.”

I sighed. “Do I need to come now?”

“You don’t need to, sir. But it may be time sensitive.”

“Alright then. I’ll be there soon.”

I hung up the phone, tossing it aside, and walked over to Emily.

“What was that?” she asked.

“Marty wants me,” I answered, dropping to my knees in front of her and finishing with her pants.

“Shouldn’t you go?”

“After I’m finished.”

“Carter.”

“After,” I said. “I’m going to eat your pussy until you come, and then later I’m going to find you and work out some stress.” I pinned her back to the couch and kissed her. “Understood?”

“Understood,” she whispered.

I grinned as I went down on her, and I knew I had finally found someone that I could lose myself with.





23





Emily





Carter did exactly what he said he would that night and more. I was sweating, dizzy with pleasure and intensity by the time he left the music room.

And, a few hours later, he kept me up well past my bedtime, sweating, panting, fucking deep and rough.

He left for the office early the next morning, and I spent the day lounging around the pool like usual. Except instead of being alone, there was a guard standing nearby like a Secret Service agent. I tried to talk to him a couple times, but he just stared at me and pretended to listen to something in his earpiece.

I didn’t care much about him or anything else. I was still buzzing with Carter, high on his sex, falling head over heels for him. He was showing me more and more of himself, from the guy that knew a lot about David Bowie to the guy that could make my body feel things I never imagined. He was funny, intelligent, and so goddamn handsome. If he weren’t totally off limits, this would be a no-brainer. Maybe he was a total cocky asshole at first, and he still was, but it was a defense mechanism. He made jokes and put on a show because that was easier than letting people get close to him. It made so much sense the more I got to know him, and it explained a lot about his relationships before me.