Page 18 of SnapShot

“I can see the fear threatening to show in your eyes. I want to taste it.”

Suddenly I’m flipped onto my back, staring up at him. His muscular arms form a cage over me. My pussy is already weeping again from the sight of him over me. I don’t have enough time to admire him before I feel his dick against my clit as he massages it with his head.

“There’s no going back after this. I’m already addicted to you, little brat, but I don’t think I’d ever recover after having your pussy wrapped around me. So I’m going to ask you once. Are you sure?”

“No points for romantic delivery there, but I’m sure. If you don’t—”

“Any objections to going bareback riding?” He interrupts.

“No. I’m clean. Birth control for years. Fuck. Me. Now. Please.”

There’s no warning before he shunts himself into my pussy, harsh, yet slow, making sure I’m wet enough to take him. He sinks down to the hilt, using his hands to keep pressure on my thighs, leaving me spread open for him.

His thrusts turn punishing, his dick hitting that spot inside that makes me see stars. I swear to god, if I pass out again, I’m offing myself.

When he brings his thumb to my mouth, I suck it in on instinct, making him moan. Roughly jerking it away from me, he instantly applies the cold pressure to my clit, taking turns rubbing and pinching the nerves there, bringing me to the edge of oblivion.

“Three,” he groans out, somehow able to keep track of my orgasms like his life depends on it. “Think you can give me a fourth, baby?” I don’t answer right away, too high on the bliss he gives, until all movement halts, and he pinches my chin between the fingers of his free hand.

“Answer me, brat.” Instead, I reach my hand between us to massage my own clit, making my own pleasure.

A dangerous chuckle comes from his lazy smile as he pulls all the way out of me, only to ram back inside with one thrust, forcing a scream from my throat.

“If you’re going to act like a brat, I’ll fuck you like one. Hands above your head. Now.”

Intrigued by his dominance, I obey, cocking my brow at him, ready to fight, only to be met with his weight pressing down on me deliciously as I feel his teeth at my neck, hands pinning me where he wants me.

Since I can’t move my arms, I make use of my legs by wrapping them around his waist, arching my hips toward his center to gain the friction my body needs.

He continues biting, marking me all over, and I love it all. I want the marks, need them like a marshmallow needs fire to make a proper s’more. I want to stay in this moment forever, blissfully full and sated. I want a bottle of this feeling so that I can take a shot of it whenever the demons try to pull me under.

Charlie must know my mind is drifting because he raises his head to look me in the eyes and demands, “Come back to me. We’re not done yet, and I need your undivided attention.”

He pulls out completely, still securing my hands above my head as he climbs toward my head, cock bobbing freely in the wind. The visual almost makes me giggle until he pins me with a stare saying, “I need your mouth before I finish all over your perfect tits.”

I finish him off vigorously, barely letting him pull out in time to paint me with his cum. The action would usually gross me out. I have a thing with textures, but I’ll gladly be covered in Charlie’s any time.

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“Spin for me,” he commands, and I obey, turning slowly in a full circle.

“You like it?”

“I do,” he rasps as he licks his lips and rubs his palms together, apparently eager to get to work.

I had asked him to help me create an unforgettable photo to send to Rick on SnapShot. I’m thinking that this black thong one piece will pair wonderfully with a red hand print across my ass cheek, given by none other than Charlie fucking Womack.

Rick said he wanted something red, so here we go.

“Come here, brat. You deserve a punishment for looking this good for someone else.”

As I come to stand in front of him, I lean down to whisper in his ear, “What now, Master?” His breath hitches as mine skates across his pebbling skin. “Hand me your phone, and bend your ass over the bed. Don’t forget to look back at me as you take it like a good girl.”

Is it getting warm in here? I can feel my face heating as I do what he says. He sweetly rubs his palm over my right ass cheek, prepping the spot for the incoming swat. I can’t help the gasp that escapes my mouth when the contact registers. It brings even more heat to my already warm face as Charlie positions the phone just right to snap the picture.

“Oh yes. This will do just fine, although I must admit, I’d rather keep all of them for myself than let you send it to this scumbag.” He turns the phone to show me his work as I move to sit on the edge of the bed. Surprisingly, it’s probably the best picture I’ve taken for one of these guys.

There’s a perfect red hand print on my right cheek. One arm outstretched over my head. The other holds my hair out of my face to reveal one side, mouth forming an O, and doe eyes watching, waiting for more.

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