She gasped the moment they touched.
For several seconds, or maybe it was minutes, neither of them moved or seemed to breathe. They just stared at each other, a little shocked.
Her tits were large, with nice rounded nipples. The peaks called to him, begging for him to suckle, but he didn’t. Not yet. He just stared into her pretty, brown eyes.
Bad knew when he’d started to fall for Charity. She had been about eighteen. When he twenty-eight, she’d been studying like crazy with her exams were coming up. She couldn’t understand math. She found it all a little stupid, and he had sat with her through each little growl and annoyance until she could understand fractions, and then, he’d moved on to algebra.
Sometime while helping her study, he came to realize he wanted her.
Stevie had also noticed how he felt, and well, that had been a whole other argument. One where Stevie told him Charity would remain a virgin forever.
She reached up, stroking his hair back.
He hadn’t had it cut in a long freaking time, and it had grown out to the point that he had no choice but to wear it back into a ponytail.
“What’s happening, Bad?” she asked.
“Simple. I’m not going to deny myself anymore. I want to fuck you, Charity.”
Some nights, being on the lumpy open road, with no hotel in sight, his thoughts often drifted to Charity. Wondering what she was doing. Where she was. Did she think of him?
He expected her to laugh in his face and tell him no freaking way, but she surprised him by reaching for his towel and pulling at the small knot he’d made to the side.
The towel fell to the floor. Then she wriggled out of the robe she had wrapped around herself.
“Then fuck me, Bad,” she said. Her hands went to his chest, and she slowly began to move them up his body to wrap them back around his neck.
He couldn’t resist grabbing her full, curvy ass. Filling his hands with the fullness of her.
A growl erupted from his throat, and he walked her back, taking her toward the bedroom.
The journey was short, and he thanked small apartments as the back of her legs hit the bed. She collapsed onto the mattress. He put his hands on her knees and then spread them open, staring down at her sweet, hot, little cunt.
She was already so wet.
Much to his surprise, he watched as she licked her fingers and then stroked herself.
His cock was hard to start with, but seeing her playing with herself was a fucking dream come true. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, play with yourself. Stroke your pussy. Get it nice and wet. Get it ready to take my dick, baby.”
Charity gasped, and Bad teased the inside of her thigh, slowly traveling up toward her cunt. Then he finally touched her, sliding a finger through her slit, bumping hers as he did.
A moan escaped her lips, and he watched her shake just a little as he moved over her clit. Going back and forth while her tits bounced and she whimpered. She didn’t stop playing with herself, and it took every ounce of his control not to fuck her, even though that was exactly what he wanted to do.
Just take her.
Fuck her.
He needed her.
But he held himself back, wanting her to be soaking wet before he finally claimed her.
Charity gasped, and with her fingers still over her clit, he slid his fingers down toward her entrance, circling her opening. Then he pushed inside, filling her up with not just one finger, but a second, and he even added a third, trying to get her accustomed to the size of his cock.
He wasn’t boosting his own ego. Bad had a big cock and he knew how to use it.
Another couple of thrusts inside her, and he felt her orgasm. She soaked his fingers. His name spilled from her lips as she came hard.
He watched, unable to look away.