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When he smiles, this time warm and loving, his next two words chase all other thoughts out of my head.

“Good boy.” He reaches down with his free hand and strokes my hair.

I’m eager to suck on him now, tasting his pre-cum and her juices mixed together and rolling over my tongue. I have no trouble taking all of him, relaxing my throat as he presses deep and holds there for a long moment.

I’ve been well-trained.

I understand now.

He slowly fucks my mouth. I feel the tension building in his body, the strain in his thighs and the way his breathing changes. His gaze never leaves me, though, and I’m unable to close my eyes.

I’m his good boy.

Of course I watch, just like I’ve been trained.

He lets out a hiss and pulls back and I realize my head’s come up off the bed, trying to maintain contact, trying to follow.

This pleases him. He releases his cock and cups my cheek, his thumb brushing against my flesh. “Good boy,” he whispers. “Myverygood boy.”

Desperation and need fill me as I try to reach his cock again. In Carter’s world, reward has always followed eagerness. But he smiles and denies me. “Not yet, boy. I have something special in mind.”

His hand slides around my neck, cupping my head, and he leans in again. Slanting his lips over mine, he takes my mouth in a crushing, brutal kiss I know is only the first of many.

I eagerly return it.

He’s like a drug I can’t get enough of. I know I’ll do anything to earn those two words from him, just like I will for Susa.

Anything.

When he finally sits up again, his lips are slightly swollen and red and I know I must look like that, too.

But he’s smiling.

Smiling in that rare way Carter has, the smile that tells me he’strulyhappy right now.

Imade him feel like that.

Thismade him feel like that.

That makesmehappy in ways I know I might never completely unpack or understand, and that’s okay.

He’s a bastard extraordinaire, but he’s never abused my trust. Not really. I don’t even consider this an abuse of my trust. I feel closer to him than anyone else in the world, even though Susa runs a close second.

And now I never have to lose either of them.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Carter helps Susa sit up and straddle me. I don’t even feel embarrassed when he grabs my cock and holds it, lining it up with her pussy.

“Sit and hold still, pet.”

I groan with need as her wet heat envelops my cock.

“Don’t youdarecome yet, boy,” Carter says.

He shoves a pillow under my head before he straddles me again. With one hand braced on the headboard, and the other holding the base of his cock, he smiles down at me. “Open.”

I do.