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She felt so good. Her body was addicting, but in the best way. It was all I could think about as I fucked her from behind. This time it wasn’t about being gentle or tender. This time it definitely couldn’t be considered making love. No, this was a hard, rough fuck. A claiming. This was about making Charlie Mulanie mine in every single way.
No other man would ever lay hands on her again. I wouldn’t let them. She was mine now.
I couldn’t say how long I fucked her from behind, how long it took my balls to clench with the impending force of an orgasm. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was that I came again, my body lurching against hers, my cock twitching inside her once again as I filled her up with another wave of cum. A moan left me, deep-throated and visceral.
I took a hand off her hip, using it to push down on her spine. She fell down, no longer able to keep herself up, and I went down with her, my cock still nestled deep in her core. My body could drown hers, so I had to be careful not to squish her too much. Having her under me, it would be all too easy to.
My hips started to sway. It was a different angle, but my cock was more than long enough for the job. I curled an arm around her and gripped the base of her neck, holding her against me as I fucked her from behind while laying on top of her.
We still had time before her parents showed. I planned on making the most of it. If she wasn’t sweating cum and my cock wasn’t sore as fuck, I’d have failed.
My midsection was tight, but the adrenaline and the lust in me pumped so thick in my veins that I’d long since stopped feeling any pain. I cradled her body against me as I fucked her, breathing her in and drowning myself in everything she was. Even her smell was addicting. Like strawberries or some other fruit.
I don’t know. I wasn’t a fruit guy. She just smelled good.
We went on like that for a long time. I had her every which way. I filled up her body with cum, cum, and more cum. The air in her bedroom smelled of sweat and sex, and by time we were finished, we were both out of breath, our skin on fire, and our bodies worn out.
I lay on my back, my head on her pillow, my arm outstretched. Charlie lay curled against me, her head resting on the crook of my arm. Her eyes were closed, but I knew she was awake, because she draped an arm over my chest, and her fingers drew mindless squiggles on my skin.
As much as I wanted to lay here forever—and I wanted to lay here forever, believe me—I knew we had to get dressed. I had to shower, grab my phone, and go.
“So,” I broke the silence of the bedroom, and I felt her head angle up to stare at me. “Should I go now or should I wait for you to throw me out again?” When her expression drew into the cutest pout I’d ever seen, I chuckled and said, “Joking. I’m only joking.”
Holy shit. I can’t believe I just called her pouting face the cutest pout I’d ever seen. What the hell was wrong with me?
“I really should hop in the shower before your parents get home, though,” I said, curling my arm against her body tightly and hugging her to my side. “Unless you want them to come home and find us cuddled up like this? Personally, I don’t mind, but I think they’d have lots of questions.”
Charlie heaved a sigh. “You’re right. Your jokes are still stupid, but you’re right.” I let her crawl away from me, and she immediately swung her legs off the bed and bent to get her panties. My cum had leaked out of that beautiful cunt and dried on her inner thighs a long time ago. After her panties were on, she pulled up her pants.
I was slow in sitting as I watched her. “My jokes aren’t stupid. You’re just uncultured.”
She whirled on me—which was kind of funny, since she had everything on from the waist-down and nothing on from the waist-up. “Am I? Am I uncultured? How do you figure?”
“Well, I can’t tell you how it’s measured, because that would negate the results. We both know you’d try to cheat once you knew the requirements.” That got her to chuckle as she reached for her bra, and I said nothing else.
She only wanted me when the lights were dim, and I didn’t think it was because of my pretty face. Let’s be honest—I was hot. Smoking, even. What woman wouldn’t want to gaze upon this face when they were getting fucked every which way?
No. Jokes aside, I knew. And I didn’t say anything, because I knew she didn’t want me to. I’d felt them when I’d first spread her legs, before I’d buried my face between them: the scars. Risen flesh, if I had to guess small lines right next to each other, as high on her thighs as she could go so she could wear shorts around her family without exposing them. Self-inflicted scars that made me wonder what had broken her in the first place.
It couldn’t be Zak. There had to be something else.
“You’re so stupid,” she muttered as she slipped on her shirt. When I made not a move to get out of her bed, she folded her arms over her chest and cocked her head at me, showing some attitude. “Well? Aren’t you going to shower, like you said?”
I let my eyes fall to her feet, slowly drawing my gaze up along her frame, taking in the way she stood, how she looked at me. Even in the dark, with only a shred of afternoon light peeking in around the blinds, I could see her pouting lips. Such a small girl and yet she could be filled with such attitude. Feisty but pint-sized.
“I am,” I replied, slow to swing my legs off the bed. Once I was on my feet—and three feet in front of Charlie—I stretched. My arms, my midsection, all of it. And, yes, even though it had seen quite the workout earlier, my cock still twitched when Charlie’s eyes fell to it.
“You’re ridiculous,” she huffed, turning away from me.
“See, I don’t think I am. And I don’t think you think I am, either.” I grabbed my clothes and went across the hall to shower.
My mind was full of Charlie as I showered, so full of her and her body and everything we’d just done that my cock stirred yet again. I dutifully ignored it, though… mostly because I was pretty damn sure I didn’t have any cum left in me. I’d jerk off only to get a tiny squirt out. And, besides, why jerk off when I had Charlie? No, any cum that left this body would be going straight into the girl across the hall.
Was that a little too much? Or was it just the right amount of obsession? The latter, definitely. No way in hell was I on the same level as her stalker.
Let’s just ignore the fact that I’d killed her ex. I mean, I was pretty damn sure the guy was her stalker, anyway. Really, I’d killed two birds with one stone. In this case both Charlie’s stalker and a guy who knew Charlie inside and out.
I was done in the shower quickly, though my cock was still a little hard, and I had to dry myself off with Charlie’s towel since mine was still in the treehouse. When I walked out, I found Charlie wasn’t in her room. She was downstairs, coming in through the front door, holding onto her schoolbag. She looked at me, watched as I walked down the steps, and gave me a smile.
