I worship her body with my hands, my lips, and my cock, and I’m drowning in everything Demi. I rip the blindfold from her face, needing to look at her as I slide in and out of her body. Her gaze locks on mine, and there’s no disguising the want and the pleasure gleaming in her brown eyes. I can’t stop kissing her gorgeous mouth, and she’s kissing me back with the same hunger, and I will never get enough.
Sex has never felt this good, and I know I’m never going to stop wanting her.
A familiar tingle zips up my spine, and my balls tighten to the point of pain. “Fuck. I need you to come, baby.”
“I’m close,” she pants as I pivot my hips in deeper.
She groans, rocking her hips up, and I move my fingers down her beautiful body. I pinch her clit hard just as my orgasm hits, and she explodes the same time I do.
I remove the binds from her wrists and pull her into my body, cradling her against me. She curls around me without hesitation, and we wrap our arms around one another, clinging to sweat-slickened skin as we continue to kiss and our hands continue to explore.
I love you.
The words float on my tongue, but I’m too afraid to say it.
Scared she doesn’t feel the same.
I know once I go there, there is no going back, and the fear of rejection has me stuffing the words back inside.
“That was amazing, Charlie.” She dusts a line of soft kisses along my chest while peering up at me, and I grin at her sex-flushed face and her tangled hair.
“You look thoroughly fucked,” I tease, kissing the tip of her nose.
Her eyes glint devilishly as she twists my nipple, and a dart of pleasure-pain ricochets through my body. My cock jerks to life, hardening almost instantly where it nudges against her stomach. She looks at me through hooded eyes, and her lips kick up at the corners. “See, that’s where you’re wrong.” She slides her hand down the gap between our bodies, palming my dick. “I’m nowhere near thoroughly fucked, so quit slacking and get on with the job.”
I flip her over on her stomach superfast, and she squeals in delight. “Now, you’ve done it,” I whisper, biting her ear. “By the time you leave here, you’ll be lucky if you can walk.” I yank her butt up in the air, part her legs, and slide home, impaling myself so deep inside her cunt it feels like I’m touching her womb.
CHAPTER 16
Demi
I glance anxiously at the clock on the wall, wondering if Charlie got delayed at the airport in Arizona because it’s not like him to be late. I pull my cell out of my purse again, but there are no new texts. The last one I got was this morning, when he confirmed he was en route to the airport with his mom and sister.
I’ve never seen Charlie lose his shit quite like he did when he found out Uncle George had a stash of kiddie porn on his home computer and he’s a regular visitor to the dark web and a regular viewer of live sex cams where kids are abused by all manner of sickos. I was almost physically ill when Charlie told me, so I understand his reaction.
He had the Barron private jet fueled and ready to depart Logan private airfield in a couple of hours. I wanted to go with him, but he asked me to stay behind, and I didn’t argue. I know his relationship with his mom is pretty much nonexistent right now, and he might have a fight on his hands to persuade her to return to Rydeville.
Looks like it was the right call, and I’m relieved they are both coming back with him. I know how much he’s missed his family, and I hope he can repair his relationship with his mother now they will all be living together again.
Of course, that will put an end to the naughty sex sessions we’ve been having in every room of that house. Since last month, when we finally gave in to our pent-up need for one another, we’ve been like rabid animals, pouncing on one another the second we’re alone.
We’re both sticking to the rules at work, but it only heightens our craving for one another outside of the office.
I owe Xena big-time, because she’s been going to my house a lot after work to mind Dad while my boyfriend fucks me senseless.
I’m not naïve. I know Charlie is holding back in the bedroom for my sake, and I get an electric thrill every time I think of all the depraved things he plans on doing to my body. He’s already pushed me out of my comfort zone, and I’m loving every minute of it.
I’ve been missing out all these years, because my past lovers didn’t reduce my body to a quivering mass in the way Charlie does. His touch does extreme things to me, and I will never get enough of his hands on me.
Fed up of pacing the living room, waiting for my boyfriend, I head into Dad’s bedroom to see if he needs anything before I head to the elite ball.
“You look absolutely breathtaking, sweetheart,” he says when I enter his room. “I hope Charlie knows how lucky he is.”
“Thanks, Dad.” I press a kiss to his clammy forehead. He started the experimental trial a couple weeks ago, and the side effects are horrendous. He’s barely able to keep anything down, and he’s plagued with stomach cramps and continuous headaches. “Can I get you anything before I leave?”
He shuffles up against the headboard, and I hate how his chest rattles and his breath wheezes out in strangled gasps. He pats the bed beside him. “Come talk to your old man for a minute.”
I sit on the edge of the bed, careful not to crease my expensive floor-length gold and green silk gown. I cannot even repeat how much Charlie paid for this. I was aghast when I saw the price tag, but he insisted on paying for it, along with matching shoes and a clutch, and he arranged for Abby and I to have a spa day today where I was pampered and preened to within an inch of my life.
I’m walking on air, living a dream with my very own Prince Charming. Albeit a dark version. I chuckle at my own thought.
Abby has been amazing too. I’ve been attending her weekly self-defense lessons. She has a private trainer who goes to her house, so I’m a regular at Chez Anderson these days. Charlie usually drives me there, and I know Abby is thrilled that Kai, Drew, and Charlie are mending bridges. We haven’t started lessons at the shooting range yet, purely because I don’t have the time, but Charlie has offered to sit with Dad on Saturday afternoons so I can go.
“How are you feeling about everything I told you last week?” Dad asks, pulling me out of my thoughts. I hate how feeble his voice sounds. How much he appears to have aged these past few weeks.
Dad finally fessed up to something Charlie has known about. I was a bit peeved Charlie didn’t tell me, but he explained it wasn’t his secret to tell, and I guess it wasn’t.
It turns out that my mom, Luana, met Charlie’s dad, Charles, one summer when she was visiting a friend in Rydeville. They fell in love and kept in regular contact after she returned home. They conducted a long-distance romance for a couple of years, and Charles tried to obtain a scholarship for Mom so she could attend Rydeville University with him, but his father intervened. Apparently, Mom wasn’t good enough for the son of a founding father, and he deliberately tried to split them up. They kept seeing each other in secret while Mom was a student at UMaine until she bumped into my father one day on campus and they fell hard and fast for one another.
According to Dad, Mom was already preparing to end her relationship with Charles because she had fallen out of love with him. But Charles was heartbroken, and he wanted someone to blame, and Dad was the obvious target.