CARTER
I’m not going to walk away unscathed.
That statement is not an overly exaggerated one. It’s a fact.
It’s a conclusion I’d been forced to come to yesterday. Over something so random, and that’s the funniest part. She’d left me in the living room and gone upstairs to her room to receive a call from Avery. I hadn’t particularly given a f**k what the call was about, but I’d found my eyes trailing in the direction of the staircase, waiting for her to come back.
Wanting her to come back.
What the f**k is she doing to me and where the hell are my balls?
The organ draws tight at the sight of her beautiful p***y, as if to reassure me of its presence. Yeah, they’re still attached to my body alright. She just has them in a f*****g choke-hold.
Might as well be her’s at this point.
