Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 93453 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 467(@200wpm)___ 374(@250wpm)___ 312(@300wpm)
I walk toward my bedroom, hoping he just goes away, when I feel his hand grab my wrist and turn me around, my back toward the door of my bedroom. His eyes stare into mine. Not saying a word, he bends his head and his lips crash onto mine. My mouth opens in shock, so he has the chance to slide his tongue inside. His hand lets go of my wrist, so I raise my hand to touch him but secretly stop myself, putting my hands up beside my head. The kiss I tried to erase from my memory is now alive and better than I thought it was. His mouth moves from one side to the other to get the kiss to go deeper, his hand now cupping my ass as I arch my back into him. I should stop this. I should push him away. I should do a lot of things, but what I don’t do is that. Instead, my hands go to the hem of his shirt as I push it up so I can feel the heat of his skin.
My nails graze against the bottom of his stomach and his muscles contract as he pulls me away from the door and toward the bed. The bed I made as soon as I got out of the bath, a bed I was sure was never going to have Charlie Barnes in it again. A bed that has only had Charlie Barnes in it. His hands move from my ass to my sides as he pulls the tank top up and over my tits, letting my mouth go just so he can rip the shirt over my head. He tosses it to the side before grabbing my face and kissing me again. My hands work on his shirt now, moving it up, and he lets my mouth go so he can reach behind him and pull it off. I lean in, biting his nipple and hearing him hiss, my teeth mark still there from last night. Something flutters inside me as I lean back in and bite the same spot until he growls, and I’m picked up and thrown on the bed. He puts one knee on the bed. His hands go to my hips to rip the shorts down and then the panties, which are also tossed to the side, before coming back up to my face. I think he’s going to kiss me, but he bites my jaw. “Got your mouth on me yesterday,” he mumbles as he licks down my neck toward my nipple, stopping to suck it into his mouth. “Didn’t give me a chance to use mine.”
I watch him open my legs, my knees falling to the sides as his head bends, and he devours me like I’m his last fucking meal. I get up on one elbow, watching him lick up my slit toward my clit, flicking it with his tongue before going back down and sliding it inside me. My eyes close as I take in the feel of him. My hand comes out to run into his hair as his finger slides in with his tongue, hitting my G-spot before sliding his tongue out of me and moving up to suck my clit between his teeth. It’s all I need for me to fall over the edge. Gushing over his finger, I moan out his name, “Charlie.” But he doesn’t let up, not Charlie. Instead of pulling his finger out, his finger just speeds up. I can’t even help the pant coming out of my mouth, moving my hands through his silky hair, gripping it in my hand. “I’m going to come again,” I admit. His eyes look up at me as his tongue flicks my clit from side to side. His fingers fuck me faster and faster until I let go again, this time bigger than the last time. Bigger than when I do it to myself, bigger than it’s ever been. “It’s…” I close my eyes, feeling it rushing through me. My hand loosens his hair as I move my elbow and lie down in the bed.
He slides his fingers out of me, one hand lying beside me, the other up by my head. My body feeling like it’s floating on air. My eyes watch him move off my bed, thinking he will grab his shirt and leave. But instead, with his eyes staring into mine, he kicks off one boot and then the other. His hand moves to the button on his jeans. My eyes watch his hands, seeing him pull the zipper down. My heart beats even faster than it was two seconds ago when I had my second orgasm in less than three minutes. His hands push the jeans down, and then he stands there in black boxers, the outline of his cock filling out the front of his underwear. He pulls his boxers down, his cock springing free. My eyes watch him move one knee onto the bed and then the other, his cock in his hand.