Page 17 of SnapShot

“Hurry back. I can’t wait to turn that ass red.” The way it came out sounded more of a threat than anything, and now I’m tingling with nerves for all sorts of reasons.

When I open the bathroom door, Charlie is sitting on the cedar chest at the foot of my bed that holds all of my extra blankets. I’m a blanket whore. I can’t help myself. When I find a super fluffy one in the store, it has to come home with me for infinite comfort.

I wish I had one of those big fluffy ones to wrap around myself right about now. My stomach feels like a million little boxers are beating the hell out of my insides. The adrenaline pumping through my veins almost makes me sick to my stomach. Logically, there’s no reason for me to be so anxious. He already said he’s more than happy to help me. I just need to shake it off. Pull myself together.

Charlie is staring at me like a starved lion ready to sink his teeth into the first part of me he touches. He stands and stalks toward me with a wicked gleam in his eyes. I try to retreat, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me into him before I can make any progress.

“Where do you think you’re going? There’s no need to run from me. I promise you’re going to enjoy every minute of this.” He demonstrates by tweaking my nipple through the sheer material of my bra, making me gasp. He’s not wrong, though. I feel a slight pinch, but it fades to pleasure quickly, drowning out the pain.

Charlie walks backward toward the chest he was sitting on a second ago. Sitting down slowly, his eyes never leave mine.

“I want you to lay across my knee so I can punish you, little brat.” I feel tingles racing up my legs and throughout my core as I do what he asks without argument. Surprising, I know.

His hand immediately comes up to rest on my exposed ass cheek, rubbing in circles gently. The suspense continues to build in my chest, waiting for what I know is coming. I don’t want to admit that I’m more excited now than nervous.

When his hand leaves my ass, I tense in preparation for the blow, but instead I’m met with the pop of my thong. A loud hiss escapes through my clenched teeth as a satisfied chuckle leaves his lips. I look back to see his face, but he’s already smirking at me.

“You look so beautiful like this, Haedyn. Are you ready?” I swallow the lump in my throat with a nod. The next time I inhale, it comes right back out as his rough hand connects with a loud smack.

Fuck. Why did that feel almost blissful?

“Damn, baby, you should’ve never let me do this because I’m already addicted to seeing my hand print light up your skin. It’s intoxicating.”

Clearing my throat, I stand and retrieve my phone on shaky legs.

“You okay?”

“Yes, but if you don’t hurry up and take this picture so we can do it again, I’m going to lose my mind.” I thrust my phone into his hand and puff out an anxious breath. He palms his hard dick through his pants and bites his lip.

“Yes ma’am. Say no more. Get on your hands and knees on the bed.”

I do as he says, ready to get him inside me. I can’t wait much longer before combustion ensues.

Charlie climbs onto the bed behind me, my ass still high in the air for him as he quickly snaps a few pictures and tosses the phone onto the night stand before saying, “I think we’ll keep these for ourselves. I’ll help take more later, but right now, I need you.”

I feel his hands grip my hips gently just before his tongue is running over my injured cheek. He’s showering my ass with kisses, making me feel like a goddess worthy of his worship.

It’s only when his tongue meets the sliver of my red thong that I get a little twitchy. No one has ever eaten me from the back before, and I’m not sure how I feel about it.

“Relax.” He drags out the word as if he just took a hit from the best joint of his life before going on. “I’ll stop the second you ask me to. I may enjoy punishing you and treating you like a dirty slut, but rest assured, if that’s not what you want, it won’t happen. I swear it.”

I immediately relax into his touch and give a small nod. He wastes no time burying his face between my cheeks, sneaking his tongue out to tease my back entrance. It’s an incredibly strange feeling at first. I don’t know how to process it. The strangeness quickly bleeds into a raging need to have him deeper, harsher, so I do the only thing I can think to. I push my ass further against his face to urge him on. His tongue moves masterfully against me, quickly coiling the tension in my core. The feeling only intensifies when one of his hands reaches between my legs to find my clit, expertly circling it.

I can’t hold back the wave that takes me under within minutes, making me search for an escape from the pressure.

“Don’t run from me. You can take it.”

He couldn’t be more wrong. I’m going to black out again if he keeps up this assault. It’s too intense; the pressure keeps building and building with nowhere to go. But to my surprise, he’s able to send me toppling over the edge for a second time shortly after.

I’m trying to catch my breath as he slows his strokes and lays his body over the top of my back as we fall to the mattress together.

“I told you you could take it. My good girl,” he whispers against my ear before kissing the back of my head and standing behind me, removing his clothes.

“Yeah yeah. Don’t get too full of yourself. I’m sure you’re not right all the time,” I retort with a roll of my eyes.

“I’m taking this as a personal challenge to see just how many orgasms I can pull out of your body before you physically can’t take it anymore.”

Oh. Shit. I think I might have fucked up. He’s obviously skilled in the bedroom. The man literally made me pass out with his tongue. I’m in a world of pleasurable trouble.

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