If he thinks he can slip his full six and a half inches into me and hope that I will forget, well, he is wrong. Sex will not get him out of this situation, maybe at least not this time around. Even though he feels so damn good, and that thing he does with his hip is driving me insane, he is not getting away with it.
"Carson, stop!"
"Why? What is wrong, princess?"
"You are not having sex with me so I can forget. Least of all, not in this damn room with all this shit around."
"But princess, it is only guns."
"Yes, one which I am about to take and shoot your ass if you do not tell me what is going on."
"Your mom is going to be mad at me if I tell you everything."
"Not as mad as what I am going to be if you don't tell me now. I promise you, Carson, if you do not tell me, you might as well leave here and go home."
"Come on, princess, that is unfair. This is our parents' problems, not ours."
