Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 132332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 662(@200wpm)___ 529(@250wpm)___ 441(@300wpm)
“What a good girl.” I reward her by moving my hand from her mouth and slip two fingers inside her, heading straight for the spot that makes her toes curl every time.
“Ah.” She lets out a sharp sound, then squinches her face tight, as if she’s concentrating on every touch.
“Relax. Stop thinking so much.” I nuzzle against her neck, kissing and sucking while still stroking in and out of her. “Let go.”
She bucks her hips and moans even louder. “That’s good. Right there.”
She’s trembling right on the edge, and as much as I enjoy taking her there and back, today I want to push her right over. Hard and fast. I’m so hard for her, I’m actually in pain.
Her body jerks, arching against my hand. She sobs, uncontrollable little sounds.
When the sharpest part of her orgasm ebbs, she looks up at me with hazy, unfocused eyes. I’m addicted to that look. I didn’t know what it meant to feel like a king until I unlocked this woman.
I slide my hand out of her bottoms. “Need more than that, Sunshine.”
She reaches for me, tugging at my shorts. “Oh, my.” She turns on her side so she’s facing me, and kisses along my jaw. “Your cock’s so fucking hard, I don’t know if I can get these off.”
Lightning crackles over my skin, scorching heat shooting straight to my dick. “I don’t care if you cut them off. I need you on top of me, now.”
She kneels next to me and works on freeing me with deliberate speed.
When I’m finally naked, she curls her fingers around my cock and strokes. “This looks painful,” she teases.
“You have no idea.”
“Would this help?” She leans closer and kisses the crown of my cock. “Or this?” She opens wider and slides her hot, wet mouth over me.
“Fuck.” I thrust my hips up, chasing more of her sweet mouth. She settles between my legs, taking as much of me as she can then withdrawing, swirling her tongue in lazy circles around the head. Pressure builds. “Char.”
She looks up.
“One more time. All the way.” I rest my hand at the back of her head, slowly pushing her down.
She moans around my cock.
“Ah, fuck.” I tug her hair. “Come here.”
She sits up and hooks her thumbs in her bikini bottoms.
“No, leave them on.” I grip her by the waist and guide her over my cock. “That’s it.” I reach down and shove the white strip of fabric aside. “Come to me.”
She curls her hand around my cock and guides me to her. We groan at the same time as I slide deep inside her. I squeeze my eyes shut.
Her movements start slow, quickly building to a fast, frantic bucking. The bathing suit top isn’t enough to contain her breasts. I yank the cups down, pinching her hard nipples. The rush of adrenaline she sends coursing through my body should be enough to kill me.
“Oh!” Her body moves faster. Pussy clenching around my cock. Short frantic breaths. A sweet sobbing sound as she comes again.
That pushes me off my own cliff of pleasure and shatters me into a million pieces—every one of them belonging to Charlotte.
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Charlotte
Marcel and I doze, talk, and play with each other for most of the day. We grill outside together. Part of me feels guilty that I’m enjoying our alone time so much.
“Do you ever wish we lived up at the property with everyone else?” he asks me as I’m slicing cucumbers for our salad.
“No. Actually, I was thinking how nice this was—just the two of us.” I slide a guilty look at my brother’s loft.
“I promised Carter he’d always have a home,” he says, making my heart melt.
“No, no, I’d never ask him to move. Unless he wanted to. He might not want to still live with us if he gets married or whatever.” I consider his question. “Why? Do you wish we lived up there?”
“Not really. You’re right. Everyone would be in our faces more than they already are. I didn’t know if you wanted a newer house or something…bigger?” He drops his gaze to the off-the-shoulder sweater I threw on over my bathing suit. “A pool?”
“I wouldn’t mind that.” I gesture toward the back of the property with the knife in my hand. “We have the room if you want to build.”
“Maybe,” he says absently, turning to flip our steaks.
“I’m going to run inside and grab some salad dressing.”
“Can you bring me a platter, too?”
“Sure thing, handsome.” On impulse, I lean up and kiss his cheek. “Thanks for all the sunny orgasms today. They really hit the spot.”
He bursts into laughter. “My pleasure.”
I hurry into the house, humming as I search through the refrigerator for the dressing. I set that on the counter and bend down to look for a grilling platter.
“I bet it’s in the dishwasher,” I mutter. Sure enough, that’s where I find the one I want.