Page 12 of SnapShot

“Oh my god, do you ever stop talking?” I bring one of my hands forward to grip his throat, though it’s quite the feeble attempt with his impressive girth.

He returns the favor in earnest as his massive hand almost completely circles my neck, pushing me against the shower wall before he whispers against my mouth, “Don’t dish it out if you can’t take it, darlin’.”

“I can take it. Give it all to me. Now.”

“Only if you beg.”

He’s got to be joking. Am I really about to beg a man to fuck me? I want to say there’s no way in hell, but with this man, I think I’ll make an exception. Just this once, of course.

I roll my eyes at him as I say with the least amount of enthusiasm, “please, Charles.”

“Usually, I don’t let anyone call me that, but I kind of like how it sounds coming out of your mouth. Say it again.”

“Charles.”

“What? Is there something you want? If so, you have to use your big girl voice and those lovely manners you have.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Maybe. Still doesn’t change the fact that I’m not moving until you say it.”

“Please, Charles. Will you fuck me?”

He wastes no time unbuttoning my jeans. Before I can process what’s happening, my throat is freed, and he’s kneeling in front of me, water streaming down his face while he works to remove the soaked denim from my body.

Finally, I’m sans clothes except for my too wet underwear, but right now I couldn’t care less about them. The way he is looking up at me is all I can focus on. He looks like he wants to either devour me or worship me, and strangely, I feel like he’s going to put the two together before the night is over.

My thoughts are right on track when his hands meet the tops of my thighs, and he leans in to rain them with soft kisses. The sensation isn’t one of unbridled passion, but of appreciation, and that sends all kinds of new feelings throughout my body. I can’t stop the sudden chill that comes over me.

My entire body is shivering like I’m freezing to death when in reality, I’m close to combustion from his soft touch alone. His hands travel north toward my panty line then farther up to grip my love handles in a way that makes me feel like the sexiest creature on earth. The kisses he leaves across my stomach are slow and calculated.

He knows he’s driving me wild, and he’s doing everything he can to prolong my pleasure. But why? No man wants to wait until you’re fully warmed up; they just want to get in and get theirs. Not this man. He shows no signs of ending this sweet torture any time soon.

I thread my fingers through his hair and tug to get his attention off of me for just a second. I need a breather, or I’m going to scream. He tilts his head to look up at me once more, but this time there’s a flicker of malice in his eyes before it disappears as quickly as it came. That’s who I want to play with tonight. I need him.

“I asked you to fuck me, not make love to me, chef.”

“And I’m not taking orders from you right now. I want to appreciate your body before I destroy it, so shut up and let me, little brat.” The breath escapes my mouth as I’m completely dumbfounded by his response.“Now that I have your attention, I don’t want to hear another word from your pretty lips unless they’re screaming my name. Got it?”

I must still be in shock because the only thing I can think to say is, “Yes sir.”

The hint of danger makes its way back into his eyes right before he pushes his fingers underneath my panty line and peels them down my legs, careful to make sure he keeps skin contact the entire way.

When they’ve been successfully removed, he wraps them up in a way that makes the leg holes smaller. I can’t figure out what he’s doing until he grabs my hands and puts them through each hole like a pair of handcuffs.

I can’t say that this has ever happened before, but it’s hot nonetheless. I feel a scrape of his teeth on the inside of my thigh before his face is buried between them and his tongue finds my clit almost like it has a mind of its own. The moan that escapes my mouth is completely involuntary, but the feeling is too intense to hold it in.

Breathing has become unnecessary apparently as I can’t seem to suck in another breath. My sole focus right now is my quickly approaching orgasm. I don’t think I’ve ever finished this fast in my life.

Is this man a god or something? His fingers join his tongue in its exploration of my overly sensitive area. They tease me for a split-second before two of them enter and hook upwards in a come here motion.

“Oh my god. Keep doing that. Right. There. Fuck.”

He uses his teeth to tighten the suctioned hold his tongue has on my clit, and my brain is seconds from imploding. The added hum sounding deep from within his throat sends a vibration to just the right spot, and over the edge I go.

“Ah. Shit. Fuck me. I can’t take anymore. I’m there. Fuck. I can’t. Charlie!”

“There it is. I knew you’d give it up eventually,” he says with a devilish smirk. “Now catch your breath. We’re far from finished.”

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