I wrap my arms around Carter tighter. It breaks my heart to think of all he went through – that he was willing to drop all he had worked for to be with me, the daughter of the man who took his family from him. “I love you,” I say, letting him know I understand now.
Standing up, he places me on my feet. “You don’t get it, do you?” he asks, looking at me like I’ve lost my mind.
“Get what, Carter?”
“I fucked up your life because I’m a selfish bastard. My plans of ruining your father’s life fell back on you. You should hate me. You should be screaming at me to get out and get away from you. I thought if I could hide parts of the story from you, that I could keep you. Fuck, I’m already a bastard so why not? That’s what I thought to myself. I was so fucking happy when you told me you were carrying my baby. I knew you were tied to me then. No way could you shake me free now. I could justify it more to myself. I was able to rationalize why I could keep you.”
“It’s not like that,” I say, but he isn’t hearing me.
“How goddamn crazy is it that in my plans of destroying your father, I actually got a family. What kind of fucked up shit is that?”
I grab his face with both hands and make him look at me.
“You listen to me, Carter. I had no life before. My life was so bland, with nothing in it. You walked into my world and were the first person to show me emotion. I lived for you. This is not your doing. It’s my father’s. You may have started our tumble down this hill, but I’m glad I’m here with you. With or without you showing up at my father’s house, I would have run one way or another. The only difference now is I wanted to run with you. It’s why I came to the prison. I was there to tell you I was leaving and I would be waiting for you. But the way you acted, I was scared you were still with my father, and I was leaving that life behind.”
Carter just stares at me and I have no idea what he is thinking.
“I still want to leave that life. Can you do that for me? Can we do what needs to be done and move on…together?”
“You still want me? I don’t have to fight you kicking and screaming?”
“No, no more fighting you. As long as you don’t keep me in the dark and we’re a team, I’m with you.”
“You’re willing to leave this life behind after everything I told you? You didn’t want to leave it moments ago, Cherry. Now you’re going to have to help me understand.”
“See, you think laying all your cards on the table was going to scare me away but you’re wrong. It only makes me love you more. You have fought for us for the past nine years. I want to be in that fight with you. You’ve sacrificed so much for me. Leaving this life behind is a small price to pay but hopefully you’ll finish this, and we can be free. No more hiding. Just you and me. Together.”
CARTER
My heart is so full of love. I stand up still holding Layla. I can’t believe she still wants me after everything I’ve told her. I look around the room and I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m energized, excited, but mostly really horny.
“Carter, you okay?” she giggles.
“I’m great, baby, just looking for a surface to fuck you on.”
She laughs as I take her over to the small dresser and put her bare ass on it. I reach down and pull out the top drawer about an inch and prop her heels on it. I scoot her naked body to the edge of the dresser so her cheeks are hanging over a bit and her pussy is wide open. My cock is hard, thick, and fucking needy.
“Lean back and brace your hands behind you, Cherry.”
She does as I ask and the sight of her spread out is enough to have me cumming on myself. My cock twitches, as if to tell me to hurry up. I press my cock to her wet opening and slide home. I rock slowly in and out, just feeling her pussy grip me. I stand there with hands by my side and focus on where we’re connected. I watch as my dick disappears inside her, and then comes back covered in her cream.
Her knees are far apart and she can’t really move in this position. Her head is thrown back and her neck is exposed, her gorgeous mane of red hair spilling down behind her. This is why I’ve never needed porn. Seeing her like this, taking my cock and lost in her own pleasure, is my greatest fantasy. What we are doing now is more than lovemaking, more than fucking, more than anything we’ve ever done. It’s primal, it’s need, but it’s more. It’s not ravenous or rushed. This right here, this is decadent. I feel it everywhere. On my skin, in my heart, and through her soul to mine.
My steady rocking has her on edge, and I know we’re both close to the finish.