Taking The Fall: the Complete Series(91)
My God, that kiss. How will I ever be able to sleep tonight with my cock this hard? I can’t get the taste of you out of my mouth. I wonder just how sweet the rest of you tastes. I’m going to dream about you tonight, baby. I never knew I could miss a touch after only having it once.
Carter
Four years in
Cherry,
It’s been a week since you were here and still no letter. I know you’re okay and where you’ve gone, but I miss your letters more than I can ever explain. I knew I needed to push you away, but I never thought about what the absence of your words each week would feel like. But your safety is more important than my getting a letter. I keep trying to remind myself of that. I still have Saint watching over you, and he’ll continue to look after you until I’m out of here. The second I’m out from behind these bars, I’m going to set things right. You’re mine and it’s just a countdown until you know it.
Carter
Six years in
Cherry,
I’ve kept writing to you once a week even though I haven’t gotten a letter since you saw me in prison. I like to think of this as my journal to you. One day, when I’m out of here, I’ll give you these letters so you can see that I never forgot. That I never, not once, forgot you, or how much I love you. Not for a second did I forget what you mean to me. I hear you’re finally all settled in your new place. Still no piano? I miss the sound of your music so much. One day I want to have a place where you can play for me while I sleep. That sounds like heaven to me. God, I miss you.
Carter
Seven years in
Cherry,
Today’s my birthday and all I want is you. I replay our kiss over and over every night before I go to sleep. I get rock hard thinking about your soft lips and your warm curves pressed against me. I lie on the bunk in my cell and touch myself, remembering every minute detail of that day – what you wore, how you smelled, and the blush on your cheeks. I jerk off hard and fast thinking about how sweet those lips were. How puffy and swollen they were from my kisses. I picture your pussy lips the same way. Ripe, wet with need, pink and soft. Lips just begging me to suck on them one at a time. I dream of eating your pussy and having your sweet nectar run down my chin. Every night I cum all over my stomach thinking about the day that I can have you. That pussy better be untouched when I get to you. You better be saving it for me, Cherry.
Carter
Eight years in
Cherry,
Tonight is the last night I sleep in this cell. Tomorrow afternoon, I’m out of here. The only things I’m taking with me are the clothes I walked in with and these letters. I hope you’re ready, baby. It’s been eight long years I’ve waited for you and I won’t wait a minute more. I don’t think I’ll sleep tonight. I’m going to be counting down the seconds until I can claim you. You’re mine, Cherry. You’ve always been mine and you’ll always be mine. I’m coming for you.
Carter
VIRGIN DUET
Sneak Peak
Rage bubbled inside me as I looked at the imposing double doors of his office. They reached all the way to the high ceiling, and looked like you’d have to use all your weight to push them open. On the other side was an arrogant asshole. If you pushed the doors open he would probably be sitting behind a giant desk, or maybe on a throne like a king. I guess he’s king of this building. He owns it after all. Mr. Vanilla as I like to call him, just to piss him off. I work in the coffee shop downstairs in the building’s lobby. Well, I did until about fifteen minutes ago. I know he’s the reason for my quick termination today.#p#分页标题#e#
No way was I going back to the shelter. The coffee shop job barely afforded me enough money for the pay-by-the-week hotel my older brother and I were staying at. We'd been there for the past few months. Anything beat staying at the shelter, but even one week without a job will force me back.
“Is that asshole boss of yours in there?” I snap at the woman sitting at her desk in front of those doors.
Jerking her head up, she looks at me in shock, but her face quickly turns to disgust. Of course he has a perfect little assistant sitting outside his office. Sun-streaked blonde hair pulled back into a tight bun, crystal blue eyes with thin black-framed glasses, and a low-cut blouse. Very low-cut. She looks like she could do the whole sexy librarian turned seductress thing at any moment. Maybe that’s what she does.
I can tell from the scrunch of her nose she finds me repulsive. I’m her polar opposite in every way. We might both have blonde hair but it clearly ends there. My blonde might be a brighter shade than hers, but mine is also streaked with pink and purple. The dye seems to make my eyes appear purpler than they really are. I can see her long legs under her desk with shoes that probably cost what I make in three months. If she stood up, I’m sure she would tower over my five three height. My black military-style lace-up boots give me no extra height. She’s thin and I can tell she puts time into maintaining herself. Total opposites.