RORY
“I suppose you’re about to give me a thousand different reasons how this was a mistake and why it can’t happen again.”
As the words leave my mouth, I will him to prove me wrong. To tell me that I’m horribly mistaken this time around, but I know that it is only wishful thinking. The grim lines of his face are a dead giveaway to what he’s thinking.
A muscle flexes in his jaw. “Can’t have this conversation with you sitting on my cock.”
His tone combined with the reminder that he’s still inside me, has me going completely cold. Lifting up on my knees, I climb off him, ignoring the sensation of his semi-hard d**k sliding out of me and how his c*m slides down the inside of my left thigh. Carter hisses, no doubt turned on by the sheer dirtiness of it.
Leaning forward, I grab my purse
