Chapter 33 Chapter 33
Tessa
The next day, the doctor informed us that Mr. Carter would be discharged that day, yesterday evening.
Mom had gone home to prepare dinner, leaving me alone with Mr. Carter. If not for the doctor's presence, I knew what Mr. Carter would have done.
After the doctor finished his check-up, he assured us that we could leave within the next three hours, as Mr. Carter had fully recovered. He left, and I turned to Mr. Carter on the bed, our gazes aligned.
I had missed him so much, but I knew I wasn't in the best position to act on it, considering it could ruin my mum's health and relationship with him.
He gestured for me to sit on the bed, and I did. He dragged me closer by the waist, his mouth pressed against my skin, his breath filling my body, making me shiver.
"I miss you," he murmured, sucking on my ear, and my body became tender, my vision blurring.
His hand roamed over my body, sending waves of sensation as he gently cupped my breast, snatching a gasp from me.
"I miss your nipple, Tess," he teased, his head dipping down to my neck, and he kissed.
He removed the drip passing through his body, taking me by surprise.
"Why did you..." my voice trailed as he stood up and walked to the door. I watched him twist the key and lock the door.
He walked back to me and grabbed me by my waist, pulling me up. His lips captured mine, kissing me hungrily, as if starved.
I wanted to push him away, but my body resisted. I didn't want to do this anymore. I didn't want to live in regret, but my body reacted otherwise.
He pulled me to the wall, my face pressed against it, while his body pinned mine. "Daddy missed you," he whispered into my ear, and my body weakened.
"I want to have a taste of you right now," he murmured, pulling up my dress. But I didn't resist as I swiftly met his gaze, our eyes locked, and the words in my throat melted with the cozy gaze he gave me.
He matched our lips together again, his hand tracing down beneath me as he gently caressed my skin.
His finger slipped into my pants, giving him a chance to play with my lower lips.
"Don't you miss daddy?" he moaned into my ear, and I developed goosebumps. I'm forever lost in the pool of his loving acts, and all I could wish for now is more of him.
He turned me around, sliding my gown up and my pants down. I felt his bulge pressing against my ass, and the next thing I felt was a wave of pleasure coursing through my body.
"Fuck," I whispered, biting my lip, as he fucked me from behind. His palm covered my mouth to stifle my cries, unsure who might be passing by.
He thrust deeper, his whole body enveloping mine. I missed this feeling. I missed him more. I couldn't wait to recover all the lost time he spent in bed.
His groan filled the room as he reached his climax. He pulled out, releasing onto the floor. His arms curled around me, holding me tight, as we both breathed heavily.
"I want to fuck you more" he whispered into my ears.
Soon, we were done and got packed to go home. The doctor attended to us, and we went to grab a taxi outside the hospital. Mr. Carter sat on the left while I sat on the right. The air was thick, and I felt uneasy.
As if I had anticipated it, his hand grabbed my lap, and he folded it softly. His lips curled into a light smile.
The driver's gaze shifted to us for a minute. I thought that would make him back off, but instead, his hand held my leg tighter.
"Mr. Carter," my lips pronounced, and I gently raised his hand from my leg. He raised his brows in confusion.
"I don't think this is okay," I fidgeted my fingers together.
"Really?" He gazed up at the driver before nodding twice and resisting his hand from my lap. He folded his arms on his chest, and everywhere became silent.
Finally, we arrived home, and we got down. I paid the driver, and he drove off.
"Let's go inside," Mr. Carter said, but not before grabbing my ass and pressing it softly, eliciting a gasp from me. This man isn't scared at all. What if Mum saw us?
We walked to the door, but it was locked. We checked where the key was supposed to be kept, and it was there, meaning mum wasn't home.
"I think Mila isn't home," he pronounced with a meaningful grin. I nodded, knowing what he meant by his words.
He opened the door, and we stepped in. He gave me no chance to drop the box in my hand as he pressed me against the wall, his breath on my face and his usual cologne filling my nose.
"I miss you," he murmured, his hand raising up my gown, gaining a chance to play with my clit, eliciting a moan from me. He raised my head up with my chin, our gaze met, and he had this hungry look, as if he would devour me.
His head slowly moved down, capturing my lips without warning. He sucked on my lower lip as if it were his life source. I reciprocated, giving him the chance to do whatever he wanted.
"I want to eat you up, Tess. Daddy misses you," his voice was hoarse, and his breath was warm.
"Mum would be back soon," I said under my breath, the fear of my mum appearing catching my soul.
"You've hungered me, I can't resist it again. I want to feel up for the moment we weren't together. A trip together wouldn't be a problem?" He raised his gaze, catching me by surprise.
"Trip?" I asked to confirm, and he nodded.
"Only me and you?" I asked again, and he nodded.
"Yes, me and you," he raised his voice.