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Bringing my mouth to her apex, I licked a line from her pussy to her clit, circling that little nub before latching onto it. Charlie gasped and arched her back, like she wasn’t expecting it. I sucked on her clit, pressing my tongue against it and lapping at it like it was a piece of candy that took some work to unlock its true flavor.
What was its true flavor? Swollen, wet, pulsating.
Charlie whimpered quietly at my assault, her thighs clenching around the sides of my head. She didn’t try to pull away; she couldn’t. The only thing she could do was lay there and take whatever I gave her.
I showered that clit with attention like it was my job, my only job, the only reason I was brought upon this earth. I knew she was getting close when the noises she made changed, becoming more guttural, more uneven and uncontrolled. Her hips rocked against my face, her body unconsciously chasing the orgasm.
My mouth was unrelenting, even when her entire body tensed and the orgasm hit her. I sucked on that now-swollen nub, drawing the orgasm out as Charlie lost herself to it. She cried out, a stifled sound, her legs spasming around my head.
By the time I pulled my mouth off her clit, she was breathing hard. I let my finger release their hold on her panties, and the fabric snapped back over her apex. I crawled over her, positioning my face above hers. Fuck, she looked so delirious, so lost and breathless.
Why did I ever think she wasn’t beautiful? She was. Fuck, she was gorgeous, in her own way. Not someone that would stop me dead on the street, not someone I would’ve gone after before… but maybe that was a good thing. Look at where my past choices got me: wanted by the law, stabbed, nearly dead.
But then again, my past choices led me right to her. This was where I was always meant to be.
“I love the sounds you make,” I told her, bringing a hand over her panties and pressing my fingers against her. I could feel her swollen clit through her panties, and I rubbed circles around it over the fabric.
As if on cue, Charlie sighed and whined. Her brown eyes were nothing more than slits as she gazed up at me.
“That’s right,” I whispered as I rubbed her clit over her panties, “you’re going to come for me again. And again, and again… I’m going to make you lose your goddamned mind, Charlie, and when your pussy’s dripping wet, I’m going to fuck you nice and slow—and you’re going to come for me again. By the time you’re filled with my cum, you’ll be so high you’ll never want to come down.”
I lowered my mouth to her neck, kissing a spot I knew was sensitive. She moaned under me as my fingers upped the pressure on her clit. My other hand slipped beneath her shirt to toy with her tits, and the moment I started to tweak a nipple, she damn near lost it.
She was so easy to unravel. It was addicting, frankly. I could shower her body with orgasms all day and all night and never tire of it. Honestly, she came so easily, I had to wonder if that fucking ex of hers hadn’t ever treated her right, if he’d never given her any mind-blowing orgasms of her own.
Some boys were just that: boys in it for their own pleasure. That was the difference between Zak and me. Well, one of them. One of many.
After she’d come with the help of my fingers rubbing her clit through her panties, I slipped those same fingers around those panties and pushed one inside of her. Charlie sucked in a hard breath when that finger entered her, and I continued to toy with her nipples while also trailing my lips along her neck.
She was already wet from the two orgasms and all that stimulation. I didn’t think I’d ever felt a wetter pussy. I wanted to fuck her so badly. My cock ached to be set free, bulging against my jeans, but I ignored the low ache in my length and my balls and continued putting all my focus on her.
I had to get her to come one more time, at least, before I pumped my dick in her.
I nipped at her jaw, my finger working overtime in her pussy. In and out, over and over, with quickening speed. She was so wet, it was easy to lose myself. Time didn’t matter to us here. The only thing that mattered was the girl beneath me and the sweet, delicious sounds she made as my finger fucked her.
“Brett,” she cooed out my name, her body starting to quake.
“That’s it,” I murmured against her neck, “come for me again, Charlie. I know you can do it.” I slipped a second finger inside her, spreading her pussy lips as I did so, and her core took the added digit easily.
Charlie moaned with the extra finger inside her, and her hands went to my sides. She held onto me like she had to, otherwise she’d get lost in a sea of bliss. Her inner core tightened around my fingers, and I knew she was seconds from losing it again.
“Come on my fingers,” I whispered as I nipped at her ear lobe. “Come for me again, sweetheart.”
I shit you not, it was like she came on command, and it was the hottest thing ever. Her small body was overrun with spasms, and she cried out a breathless sound, completely out of breath—and out of it. Her chocolatey brown eyes had the hardest time focusing after.
“Good girl,” I told her, bringing my lips to hers to kiss her once as I withdrew my fingers from her pussy. Immediately I got to work taking off my pants. I couldn’t get them off quick enough. My cock sprang free, rock hard and dripping precum, and I pulled aside her panties, guiding my cock to her slick entrance.
We locked eyes, and I pushed inside. Inch after inch I filled her up, and as I bore my hips down upon her, I moaned. With how wet she was, having her under me still pretty much fully clothed, was fucking hot.
Fuck, she felt so good. So tight, and so fucking wet. Anyone who didn’t put in the work to get a woman worked up and naturally aroused was missing out, because there was nothing better than this.
I wanted to fuck her hard and fast, to claim her like the dark beast inside desired, but I’d told her I would go nice and slow to draw it out, so that’s what I did. It was a struggle to push down the animal instincts inside, but I managed—barely. I rocked my hips slowly, taking pleasure in prolonging it.
Her body swayed under mine, in sync with me. Her core tightened, and when she arched her back beneath me, I could really hit deep. If anything, this was like our first time together: slow and steady, more gentle than not. Unlike me in every way, but I guess Charlie brought it out of me. My gentle side.
Even a serial killer could be gentle. Who would’ve thought?
Charlie’s pussy took my cock like no other. It was like her body was made to take mine, like we were destined to stumble upon each other. Who knew getting hit by a car while I was on death’s door would bring me here?
