“Hmmm,” a deep voice groans behind me and my eyes spring open, flying around the room as the memories of last night come flying back to me.
Charlie. His place. Holding me all night.
I can’t believe he just held me and didn’t try to do anything else. It’s so unlike Charlie, he never does this, ever. Although, the feeling of his dick in my back tells me that he’s certainly ready for it now.
I shuffle against him, eliciting another groan out of him and I can’t help my hand wandering around to him, stroking him through his jeans.
“That’s not what I brought you here for, Kitty Kat,” he says.
“I know,” I whisper, turning over to face him. “But I want to.”
Smirking, I let my other hand wander over his chest, feeling all the dips of his abs and pushing my fingers through the smattering of chest hair that he has.
His hand grips onto my hip, yanking me closer as his face goes into my neck, kissing and sucking his way down to my chest.
He lifts up slightly, pulling my t-shirt over my head and yanking the cups of my bra down.
I moan as he kisses the tip of my nipple, pulling back and keeping his eyes trained on mine as he takes it into his mouth fully and sucks on the hardened nub.
My hips buck up from the bed and Charlie moves, sliding between my legs and moving over to the other nipple, paying it just as much attention as he did with the first one.
A burn starts low in my stomach and I can’t take much more of his torture so I put all of my strength into it and flip him over, taking control of the situation.
I don’t waste any time, I slide straight down his body, pulling the zip down on his jeans and popping open the button. He helps me by lifting his hips up off the bed and shimmying out of them as I do the same.
My hand curls around the base of his dick, my tongue instinctively coming out to wet my lips as a drop of pre-cum gathers on the head. Leaning down, I lick it up, basking in the salty taste and then wrap my lips around the head, sucking the same way he did with my nipples.
He groans, long and low, and I can’t help the smile t
hat spreads over my face as I see his reaction. He’s losing himself and there’s nothing he can do about it but lie back and take it.
I go all the way to the hilt, at least, as far as I can go and then flatten my tongue on the underneath, coming all the way back to the top and repeating, over and over again.
When I look up, he’s watching me with an intensity in his eyes that I’ve never seen before. My stomach flutters with butterflies as he grabs for me, pulling me off his dick and lifting me, rolling us over then spinning me around like a ragdoll. My back hits the bed and his thighs come either side of my head and before I know it, he’s burying his face into my pussy.
My eyes flutter closed as he sucks on my clit, the sensations so intense that I start to lean forward. Opening my eyes, I see his dick standing proud and bouncing as he moves, ready for the taking. I can’t resist it and my lips close around it again, sucking just as hard as he sucks on me.
We’re a frenzy of lips, juices, and sucking, and before I know it, the feeling in my stomach grows stronger and stronger before I’m gasping, pulling away from him and grinding my pussy into his face.
“Oh, God!”
I grip his abs with my hands, needing something to hold onto as the orgasm rips through me. My head bangs off the wall as I throw it back, but I don’t care. It feels too fucking good.
I scream his name so loud that my voice cracks and when the orgasm subsides, my body collapses. He licks some more, dragging the last of my orgasm from me and then he’s back to maneuvering me around like I weigh nothing and slamming inside me before my back has even hit the bed.
He slams into me, over and over again, grabbing onto my tits with a bruising force. His eyes meet mine and neither of us look away as he gets closer, his movements becoming erratic the closer to his orgasm he gets.
“This… this right here,” he grinds out, his dick sliding in and out. “It’s mine, Kitty. All mine.”
I open my mouth but words don’t come. He’s never been like this with me, never claiming me as his. I’m just a stop-gap, something to get his rocks off. But this, this has never happened before.
“God, I love this pussy,” he confesses, right before his hand comes between us, flicking at my clit and sending me off like a rocket for the second time.
My pussy clamps around him, milking him as his own orgasm slams through him.
It feels like it lasts forever and by the time his head rests on my chest, I know I don’t have much longer before all this is over.
It’s always over.