Her hands went to my jeans where she quickly worked at getting my cock out and in her hands.
“Can I at least take off my jeans?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No. I need you inside of me. Now. I’ve had a fucked-up, shitty day and I need you.”
“Need me or my cock because needing one over the other means two different things …” I asked as I pushed her hand away from me.
“Both. I need you both.”
The idea that Charlie had come to me after a long, hard day made me feel good. I’d gladly be the one to make her come over and over again to help her and me forget this shitty day.
“Fuck me, Charlie,” I said, positioning her pussy over my now rock-hard dick.
She closed her eyes and sighed before sinking slowly down on me.
“Oh God,” she whispered. “You’re so deep like this. So. Damn. Deep.”
My hands grabbed her hips and I pushed farther into her, causing her to gasp.
“Tucker!” she cried out, grabbing my shoulders. “No matter what happened today, all I could think about was coming here like this to be with you. Only you, Tucker, only you.”
My chest fluttered. “That’s it, Pumpkin, keep doing what you’re doing. God … that feels so good.”
Charlie moved over my cock painfully, yet deliciously slow. She twisted and rolled her hips, and I nearly came twice but held off through gritted teeth. I needed her to come first, and it needed to be fast.
Reaching between us, I pressed her clit and kissed her mouth. She moved faster, so I circled her faster.
“Yes, yes, that’s it,” she gasped against my mouth.
“Do you like fucking me like this, Charlie? I sure as hell loved you showing up like this. So damn hot, baby.”
She groaned and kissed me harder. I pressed a bit more on her clit and she exploded. Her body shook, her pussy squeezed down on me, and I was soon moaning right along with her. Our mouths pressed together, our bodies shaking. I didn’t know how it was possible, but each time we were together it only got better. Hotter. Each time something was growing stronger inside of me and it made me wonder if she was feeling the same way.
When she finally stilled, she didn’t attempt to move. She stayed on me, my dick still inside her, owning her, and I fucking loved it.
Her forehead pressed against mine, and she let out an almost inaudible contented sigh that said she had just gotten thoroughly fucked. I wanted to puff my chest out knowing I was the one who made her feel that way, only me and no one else.
“I don’t want to move. Actually, I’m not sure I can move, but I wish we could just stay like this forever,” I softly said. It was true. I didn’t want to leave.
Her fingers played with my hair as she replied, “Me too. You make me forget about everything except what we feel like together.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I stood as she wrapped her legs around me. I was still inside her, and I felt my cock jumping back to life. Pushing her against the wall, I moved in and out of her slowly as I grew hard again.
Holy shit. I couldn’t believe I was already up for round two.
“Tucker. Oh God, Tucker,” she whispered. “More. I’ll never be able to get enough of you.”
; And more was exactly what I gave her. And more was exactly what I took.
I’D LEFT THE bar early with Charlie. We went to her place and made love again. Actually, we hardly made it through her front door before I was stripping out of my clothes and fucking her on her sofa again. That damn cat of hers sat on the sofa table and stared at me the whole time. I felt like I was being judged, especially when at integral moments that hairless bastard would look at me and meow, like it was offering a critique or some shit. After the last meow, I couldn’t stand it any longer.
“He’s staring at me!” I growled.
Laughing, she wrapped her legs around me and drew me deeper inside of her.
“He’s not staring at you! Just fuck me already, Tucker!”