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After a while, Brett surfaced, and from between my legs, he murmured, “You taste so fucking good, Charlie.” He ran his tongue along me, from my core to my clit, lapping me up and making me squirm. “I could stay here all day.”
I wished he could. I wished we could stay like this forever, locked in my bedroom, without a care in the world. Just us. Just him and I, together, learning every curve of each other’s bodies. It wouldn’t be a bad place to spend eternity.
“But,” Brett spoke, his chest practically thundering with the words, “I think it’s time for me to fuck you.”
His coarse language made me blush, or it would’ve, if I wasn’t already overheated. He lifted his head away from my legs, licking his lips as he crawled over me once more. He held himself up with a single arm, his other hand on his cock, pumping along its length slowly as he gazed down at me.
The way he stared down at me, with hunger in those blue eyes, almost made me self-combust. His lips were parted, his chest rising and falling with heavy, labored breaths. He guided his tip to my entrance, though he didn’t push in right away. He rubbed his cock along my wet folds, and he let out a short moan when his length felt just how wet I was down there.
Our eyes locked, and for a moment, neither one of us breathed. Brett’s cock pushed into me, filling me up inch after inch until I was full—and then some. Overly full, almost painfully so, but gazing up into his eyes, even in the darkness, soothed me in a way nothing else could.
If it was him, I didn’t mind a little pain. I knew he’d never hurt me on purpose.
Brett leaned both arms over my head as he began to thrust. I couldn’t keep my eyes on him thanks to the height difference between us, so I closed my eyes and surrendered. And God, did it feel just as good as it had Saturday night. Maybe even better, now that I knew what to expect.
He started slow, but he worked up to a fast pace quickly—a lot quicker than he had Saturday night. His hips bore down on me over and over, his cock pumping in and out of my core like it was its only job. He went at me so hard my bedframe shook, and with each powerful thrust of his hips I had to cry out. My hands found his sides, needing to hold onto him for dear life. He wasn’t particularly gentle, but I didn’t mind.
I wondered if he’d held back on Saturday, if he’d gone easy on me because it was our first time. I should’ve known a guy like him wasn’t a fan of achingly slow movements. He was a killer, a hunter. It only made sense that he wanted to fuck like an animal.
Maybe it was because my body was already prepped, primed and raring to go again, but as Brett fucked me, I could feel myself losing it again. This orgasm knocked the wind from my lungs and forced me to arch my back. I cried out again, my fingers digging into the sides of his abdomen as I held onto him for dear life. My inner core clamped down around his length, which drew out a growl of a groan from his lips.
“Fuck, Charlie” was all Brett could say.
Ditto, but I couldn’t say anything. All I could do was lose myself to the lingering orgasm and the way he fucked me.
Brett shuddered. His thrusting grew more erratic. His cock pierced me harder as his movements turned desperate. Short, powerful thrusts of his cock told me he was close to losing it too, and when he moaned an animalistic sound, his cock twitched inside of me, a small heat blossoming in me as he emptied himself and filled me with his cum.
Never had I been gladder to be on birth control. I didn’t think I’d like it half as much if he had to pull out or if his cum was contained in a condom. This way, I got all of him. Every last drop.
To my surprise, Brett pulled out of me immediately after. I was about to ask him if something was wrong, but when he helped me roll over to my stomach, I knew he wasn’t quite finished with me yet.
Chapter Three – Brett
I needed more. I needed to have her every which way so I could memorize the way her body felt under mine, how her core tightened when it was stretched, how she looked from every angle. I’d just rolled her onto her stomach, and I pushed myself up to my knees. I grabbed her hips and pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees before me.
That damned height difference. I had to spread my knees wide for doggie style to work—but don’t worry, I’d gladly that make sacrifice.
I wove a single hand through her hair while my other hand rested on her hip. My cock needed no help in finding her pussy again, and I jerked my hips against her to fill her up once more.
My whole body quivered. Fuck. Her core was just as tight as it had been moments before, only now it was extra wet thanks to the addition of my cum. Charlie was going to be so full of my cum by the time we were done, she’d be leaking it out of every pore. She’d fucking sweat my cum.
Once I was as deep into her as I could be, I released the back of her head and grabbed her hips with both hands. I resumed my fast, ungodly pace, fucking her from behind this time. This way was much more animalistic, more about the pleasure, taking more. More, more, more. That’s what I wanted from Charlie: everything.
Charlie’s body swayed from the impact of my cock, and the sounds she made were a mix of grunts and moans. Her body could give as good as it got, though, her pussy clamping down on my cock to remind me just who I was fucking.
I’d never felt like this. I’d never felt so fucking ravenous for someone else before. It was like everyone else had been a game, a lie. This… she was the only real thing.
I didn’t know how much I needed her, not until I crawled up that ladder and saw the knife in her hand. I didn’t know. God, I didn’t fucking realize how badly I needed this girl until I almost lost her. I never should’ve left. I should’ve stuck around, refused to leave. She only told me to go because… because why?
Because it’d gotten too serious for her? Because she was starting to have real feelings for me? Because she regretted giving herself to me?
Was it me? Was it because I was Brett Banks, wanted man, a serial killer who knew how to dress bodies like kills from a hunt? The things I’d done would keep anyone up at night. We could never work, Charlie and me, but that wouldn’t stop me from trying. It wouldn’t make me leave. Not this time. I was here now, and the only thing that could take me away from Charlie was death.
If I had to spend the rest of my life hiding, then that’s what I’d do. If it meant I had to reign in my impulses, my murderous tendencies… I’d try. I didn’t know how well that’d actually work out, but I could try. For Charlie, I’d try anything.
Fuck. This girl had wormed herself so deep in my soul I couldn’t think straight. She was all I could see, all I could think about. She was my endgame. She was it. Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. My Charlie.Mine.
My cock pumped inside her with a fierce pace, and I threw my head back and moaned. The tightness of her cunt, the way it wrapped around my length made me throb. I’d just come inside her once, but goddamn it, I could come again. There was a never-ending supply of cum where Charlie was concerned.
