Tom finally collapsed beneath me with a grunt, sprawling flat on the floor while we were still sitting. Thankfully, we didn't fall off his back.
"Now," I said, standing, cock still hard and dripping. "Show me the dashcam footage. We're putting him behind bars."
"NO!" Tom cried from the floor. "Mother, no!"
"Yes," Carrie whispered, mind completely fucked. "I will..."
"Good girl," I said, leaning down to kiss her on the lips. "You earned your place."
"Evan, please. No." Tom said as he was still under me. "Please, please…"
"Don't cry now." I said. "You think you can walk free after all the things you said to me? Fuck Kim even if she didn't want to? But she would accept you because there would be no other choice? My kid, MY kid, saying father to you? Sharing her with people even if she didn't want it? Fucking rapist, murderer bastard. You are done for."
"Evan…" Tom muttered, crying. "No, no, no…"
I chuckled, satisfied. "Yes, yes, yes, Tom. Yes, fucking, yes."
