We’re past the point of no return.
As if I have no shame, I’m begging him, the wordpleasefalling from my lips again and again. He kisses me everywhere. My neck. My collarbone. The tops of my breasts, the valley in between them. When he draws my nipple into his mouth, I arch off the bed as he nibbles and sucks on the sensitive piece of flesh, clutching him close, never wanting him to stop.
It all feels too good to be true.
We get his boxer briefs off and his erection nudges against me, eager to get inside. I spread my legs wider in encouragement and he grabs hold of the base of his cock, dragging the head through my folds, back and forth.
My eyes roll into the back of my head as a ragged moan leaves me. “Oh God, Perry. Please.”
“Please what?” he asks between pants, on his knees between my thighs, cock in hand as he delivers his exquisite torture.
I don’t even hesitate in asking for what I need.
“I want you inside of me.”
He repositions himself, his face above mine, his fingers still around the base of his cock when he slips it inside. I gasp at the sensation as he slowly fills me, inch by excruciating inch until he’s buried deep, as deep as he can go.
We’re both still, our bodies adjusting to each other, the thunderous roar of my racing heartbeat filling my ears. When he still hasn’t moved, I crack my eyes open to find him watching me, his gaze intense, his expression serious.
As serious as I’ve ever seen him.
He begins to move, the slow drag of his cock withdrawing from my body making me arch against him, whimpering in pleasure. He slides back inside with the same, dragging pace, driving me out of my mind with lust.
Nothing has ever felt so good. Nothing.
Nothing.
“Fuck you’re so tight,” he murmurs, dipping his head to deliver a punishing kiss to my lips as he increases his pace.
I take it all, losing myself to the sensation of him filling me again and again. We rock into each other, the base of his cock nudging against my clit, that familiar feeling starting to build. The bed rocks, grunts leaving him with every thrust and I hook my legs around his waist, clinging to him.
“Aw fuck.” He pulls out of me at the last second and I watch in open fascination as he wraps his fingers around his cock, stroking himself until he’s coming all over me, onto my lower stomach, his come dripping all over me, down into my pussy.
I should be disgusted, right? That he just came on me like some sort of animal? But he’s staring at me as he tries to control his breathing, his body covered in a sheen of sweat, his other hand coming up to push his hair out of his eyes.
He’s the hottest thing alive. I can’t stop staring at him.
“Charlotte.” He swallows hard, his gaze lifting to mine. “That was…holy shit.”
Wait a minute. Was it so good for him, he can barely speak?
A squeal leaves me when he reaches out and drags his fingers through the semen on my stomach, gently rubbing it into my skin. “Perry—”
“I came all over you,” he murmurs, his fingers slipping lower, cupping me between my thighs. His touch just firm enough to make my blood heat. “I made a mess.”
“I don’t mind,” I say breathlessly.
“Hmmm.” That rumbling sound settles right between my thighs, making me tingle. “I marked you.” His voice deepens. “You’re mine now.”
My heart flutters and I press my lips together, trying to contain the smile that wants to break free.
But it’s no use. I’m beaming. Sweating. And when he wraps himself all around me, his hand on my lower belly, his chin resting on top of my head, I sigh with contentment.
I could fall in love with this man.
And that’s the last thing I should do.
Chapter Twenty-Three