CARTER
“You gonna get up anytime soon?”
Rory is still laying down on the bed. She’s on her back, staring at the ceiling. She hasn’t moved a muscle in a while, so still I almost think she’s passed out if not for the fact that her eyes are wide open. She looks like she’s in deep thought but I’m not sure.
“Shut up,” she mumbles, eyes still trained on the ceiling. “I”m craving something inside me.”
“I could put something inside you.”
I’d eaten her out not just because I want to prove to her that I can get her off in less than five minutes but also as a form of apology for the way I’ve been acting lately—and also because I just love burying my face in her p***y, breathing her scent into my lungs and drinking up her essence.
Even now with her shirt bunched around her thighs and the knowl
