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“Charlie,” she pleads with me as my fingers work faster.
“Yeah, baby?” I say softly, pulling out and then brutally pushing back into her.
“I need you,” she begs, and everything inside me snaps. I pull out my fingers and unbutton my jeans but don’t even push them off my hips before I slam into her. The tightness of her pussy is even too much for me. I fuck her hard, the sound of skin slapping against each other. “Yes.” She cocks her legs around my waist. “Yes.”
“Gripping me so tight,” I mutter between clenched teeth, “I’m not going to last long.” I put my palms down beside her sides, holding myself up as I fuck her uncontrollably. I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to take my time. I wanted to savor it, but everything with her is always pushed to the edge of the cliff, and I always jump over without looking down. “I’m there,” I declare when my balls get tight. “Fuck, I’m there.” I slam into her, pulling out until the tip and then going again. “Autumn,” I say her name at the same time I feel her pussy convulsing over me, and her head comes up to my chest, right near my nipple. She screams out my name right before she sinks her teeth into me. “Heaven.” That’s the last thing I say before I collapse on her.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Autumn
My eyes flutter open, and I see I’m on my stomach in almost the middle of the bed. My arms are under the pillow that feels like I’m sleeping on a cloud. The sheet and cover are covering the bottom part of me, right above my ass, leaving my bare back out. My left leg hitched up is touching his hip, my eyes roam up at Charlie, who is lying on his back beside me. The sheet at his waist, covering just a bit of him, because his leg is half out and on top of it. He has one hand over his head and the other hand on my ass. His face is turned toward me, and I take him in. He’s the most handsome man I’ve ever laid eyes on. He’s the man who walks into the room and you want to be the one he smiles at. I knew he had it all before, but now that I’ve been with him, I know he’s the whole fucking package.
I don’t get to spend much time watching him because his alarm blares into the room. His eyes fly open as he gets up to a sitting position and looks around the room toward the side of the bed, where he threw his pants after we had sex last night. His hand leaves my ass as he turns and bends over to take it out of his pants and shut it off. He puts it on his bedside table before he lies back in bed and looks over at me. His face is still full of sleep, his eyes half closed as he turns on his side, his hand coming to me as he turns me to face him. His arms hug me like a big blanket as he buries his face in my neck, where he takes a deep inhale before he mumbles, “Morning.”
My arms hug him back. “That alarm is awful,” I say, and he nods. “It’s enough to wake the dead.”
“I’ll change it,” he says while kissing my neck. “Do you like bells, whistles, or chimes?”
I smile as he pulls me even closer to him, and I’m already plastered on him. His cock is hard and on my stomach. “Anything but the blaring horn you have.” His kisses move from my neck up to my jaw, and his arm around my waist moves down to cup my ass.
“I’ll change it as soon as we get out of bed,” his sleepy voice whispers in my neck, and I push him onto his back. My leg moves over his, and I straddle him. His hands go to my hips. “Or tomorrow because we aren’t leaving the bed until then.”
“I have to get to work,” I remind him, “and so do you.” I bend to kiss his neck before I sit back up and see the mark I made right beside his nipple. A mark he asked me for. A mark he said he missed. It sent shock waves through me, but then I also wanted my mark on him. “But”—I trail kisses down his chest—“I didn’t do something last night that I wanted to do.”
The sheet moves off us. “Oh, yeah?” He folds his arm and tucks it under his head. “What is that?” His voice trails off when my hand fists his cock.
“This.” I lick from the base of his cock to the tip, then twirl my tongue around the head of it.
“Fuck,” he hisses out, watching me. His other hand comes up and rubs my head as I lick back down to his balls and then back up again, before sucking half his cock into my mouth. I repeat the same movements three times, his eyes closing when I take him deeper into the back of my throat. My hand moves with my mouth as he grips my hair in his hand. “God.” His teeth are clenched together, and I know he’s about to lose control. “First fucking morning that I get to have you, not going to come down your throat.” He sits up, his cock still in my hand as he forces my head back and kisses me brutally. “I’m going to come in you.”
He turns me onto my back, his cock in his hand, lining himself up, and slams into me. Pulling out until the tip is almost out, then he takes one of my legs and throws it over his shoulder before he plunges back into me, going even deeper. “Charlie,” I mutter, staring into his eyes as he fucks me, his hand moving down to my nipple as he tweaks it before he kisses me. He puts his hands by my shoulders as he looks between us, watching his cock ram into me.
“Look at how you take me, swallowing me up.” His hips move faster. “So fucking tight, it’s getting harder to pull out.” He puts his forehead on mine. “Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t stop.” That’s the only thing I think to say. “Please don’t stop.” The feel of him inside me makes my body light up. I feel like every single cell in my body is alive with him. There are no words to describe how good he makes me feel. How good this feels. “Charlie,” I repeat when I’m almost to the edge.
“I can feel you, baby,” he says softly, “choking my cock with your pussy. Begging for me to come in you.” I arch my back as he slams into me and moves side to side, my clit tingling. “Squeeze me, baby,” he urges, and I contract my pussy around him. “That’s my girl.” He pulls out and then rams back in. “Give me one of your fingers.” I hold up a finger, and he sucks my index finger in his mouth. “Now play with your pink little clit,” he says, and I’m mesmerized by him. My hand goes between my legs and up. “Move your finger in little circles.” He watches me play with myself as his cock thrashes into me over and over again. My finger moves more frantically as it moves side to side, my eyes closing as I take in the feeling. His thrusts are faster and shorter. “So fucking wet for me,” he hisses, and I know I’m dripping all over his sheets. “I need you to hurry up and come, baby.” His hips thrust into me over and over again. It happens as soon as he calls me baby, the tightness in my stomach travels to my pussy, and I come on his cock. “Autumn!” he roars out and plants himself inside me, bending his mouth to mine as we kiss slowly. “If waking up with you wasn’t great enough, that might be the icing on the cake.” He smiles, and I can’t help but grin at him. I’m about to say something when his alarm goes off again. “Shower time.” He pulls out of me and turns off his phone before grabbing my ankle and tugging me to the edge of the bed. “We are going to shower together.” He wraps his arm around my waist, walking me through his room toward his bathroom. “To conserve water.”
I can’t say anything else because the shower is turned on me, and I’m standing under it. I should have known that a shower with him wasn’t just a shower but more. He grabs the bar of soap and lathers me from head to toe. He washes me down before rinsing me off and then sucking my nipple while he finger-fucks me to another orgasm. My hands grip his cock at the same time, and when he’s about to come, I get down on my knees and swallow everything he has.
I’m wrapped in a towel as I walk out of the bathroom and stop when I see her picture by the bed. My neck suddenly burns, and I have to look away from her smiling face. Charlie steps out and puts his hands on my hips. “What’s wrong?” I shake my head and try not to let him see that I’m a little flustered, or I’m one second away from tears.
“I’m good.” I step out of his touch. “I just have to get going.”
I can feel him staring at me as I walk around his room and gather my things. I slide my panties on and then my bra before letting the towel fall away. “You’re lying to me,” he accuses, and I look at him, standing in the middle of his bedroom with a towel around his waist, hanging low on his hips. His chest still has a couple of droplets of water from his hair.
My eyes go to the bite mark. “I’m not lying. I have to go and you have to go, and I’d like to get out of here before people see my car still here.” I look away from him to grab my shirt.
“We had dinner last night together,” he reminds me, and I slip my skirt on. “Everyone is already talking about us.” I look at him. “Does it bother you?”
“Yes,” I answer him honestly, “it bothers me. I don’t want you caught up in this shit with the Cartwrights.”
“I already told you I don’t give a shit about that.” He turns and steps to his walk-in closet that I saw on the way out. My eyes avoid looking at the bedside table, but I can’t help it. I look at her picture and mouth, “Sorry,” to her.
“I’m going to go.” I turn and see that he’s already come back in the room, and he’s caught me looking at her picture. “Thanks for last night.” I almost run out of the room, going to get my boots and sitting down as I put them on. He walks out of the bedroom wearing jeans and a T-shirt.
“Autumn,” he calls my name, so I look up at him and fake smile, “it’s—”
