Page 67 of Charger

It’s like he can read my mind, because he glides his palms from my hips up, until they’re over my breasts.

In one quick motion, I’m spun around, facing the wall with my hands planted to it. His arms are on either side of me, caging me in. He kisses my back and I let out a soft moan. Then he grips a fist full of my hair and gently tugs it toward him until I hit his chest. His breath tickles my ear.

“You’re mine. Everything about you is mine.” His voice is soft, yet raspy.

He can say it all he wants, because I fully enjoy the way it sounds. He reaches around to unhook the button of my jeans and the ache between my thighs intensifies. He tugs them off my hips and rips my lace thong in the process. His muscled forearm comes around my stomach, holding me to him.

Still holding me, he slides his finger down to my slit and I squeeze my hand around his arm, digging my nails in. “You’re fucking soaked.” His whisper is soft, so seductive. He lingers around my slit before sliding inside. My head falls back and his other hand moves up, gently forming around my throat. It’s completely different from when Venom had his hand around me. Zach’s touch is not the same; it’s sexy, possessive, letting me know he’s in control. I’m his. But there’s no sign of anger, or hate. Just lust and heated, passionate aggression. I need more than this inside me. I need him.

“Zach, I need you, all of you,” I moan to him. Begging. He pulls his hand away from me, and I hear the ruffled sound of his jeans being removed. He runs a hand seductively down my back, forcing me to bend so I am now almost parallel to the floor. My palms still planted to the wall in front of me, he yanks me toward him so that his length is resting right on my aching, needing, wet clit. I move to gain friction between us. God, it’s been so long… What is it like to have Zachary Scott inside me after all these years?

“Let me grab a condom, babe.”

“No, no, you don’t have to. I’m covered.”

That is all the validation he needs. He slowly slides his dick into me and it sets me on fire. I cry out, my head tilting from such pleasure. I could self-combust right here. He gives another small push and he’s fully inside me. Jesus, he feels like perfection. After the twinge of pain is gone, my body reacts, needing more.

“Fuck, Jules. You’re still so tight.” His hands grip my hips. Mine curl into balls on the wall in front of me, searching for something to grab hold of. He drives me forward and back, and I crash into his pelvis with each erotic shove. The sensation picks up with each hard, fast thrust. I scream out his name, not giving a shit if anyone hears me. Let them hear me. Let them hear me cry for him. I’ve been crying over him for years, so now that I have him, let the world know. He grabs my hair but he still doesn’t slow down. It feels amazing. He’s fucking me like he’s claiming me. I want him to claim me. Possess me like I’m his forever.

My body unfolds, releasing a burst of pleasure. Zach growls with a deep moan. Stars cloud my vision, as every nerve ending tingles throughout my insides. I come down from my high as Zach pulls out of me. Resting my forehead on my arm against the wall, I attempt to catch my breath. He relaxes his arms on either side of me. My jeans are still resting at the bottom of my ankles and so are his. My hair is a tousled mess but I’ve never felt hotter, sexier. His breathing is heavy from behind me, with his warm breath on my neck.

“You okay?” The heat from his chest hits my back like fire.

“Yes, I’m fine. More than fine actually.”

His warmth is gone as he pulls his clothing back on. I’m about to do the same but he stops me. His hand gently rests on mine. With extreme intensity, we exchange looks. “Don’t. I want you in that bed with nothing on.”

I nod in compliance as he stalks off to the bathroom.

We each take turns doing our thing, cleaning up. When I walk in the bedroom, I take him in. All six-foot-something of him makes me look like a dollhouse toy. His arm is resting behind his head, muscles flexed, while the other is crossed over his stomach. He’s lying there naked. My eyes travel everywhere on him. He’s so beautiful.

I’m being drawn to him. I crawl into bed and straddle him. We stare deeply into each other’s eyes, getting completely lost. He reaches up and strokes my cheek with his thumb. I can’t help but lean into his touch. My hands rest on his solid chest. I lean down, flicking my tongue on his piercing. Then I stroke his ribbed ab muscles, exploring because I’ve missed out on touching him. Feeling him. Feeling his strength.

His hand moves behind my neck, pulling me down to him before connecting our mouths together, his soft lips locked with mine.

His hard, thick length is pressing on my bare clit, sending fire through me. I bite my lip from the pleasure. We don’t say anything in this moment. We don’t need to. He lifts me up by my hips with such ease, guiding all his glory into me. I start moving on him. In slow, measured motions. He grabs hold of my breasts, one in each of his hands. Hands that are rough and calloused. But they feel good.

I tilt my head back, letting my body get lost in him. Lost in another moment.

TWENTY-SEVEN

Charger

Her beauty is indescribable and I’m completely mesmerized by her in every way possible. The way her tits feel in my hands, or every time I run my palms down her waist to her hips… Her skin is like silk and she smells like fucking dessert. I watch as she tilts her head and body back as she rides me. Her pussy feels so fucking good. Fuck, I missed this. I missed her.

“Zach, I’m gonna come.”

That’s right, babe, you come for me. Her moaning is enough to set me off and I release at the same time. “Fuck, babe.”

After sharing such a powerful moment, she collapses on top of me, and I stroke her back. “Let’s do that all the time.”

“No argument here.” I mean every bit of it. She rolls off me before laying her head to my chest. I pull her close, needing to hold her, to make sure she’s safe. It’s the greatest power I have. The only power I have. To keep her in my grasp, keep her away from danger, or at least to keep her safe from it. Her soft breaths have me thinking she’s asleep until she reaches for my hand, taking it in hers.

“Do you ever think about high school?” she asks. We both stare up at the ceiling, intertwining our fingers together.

Was she serious? Of course, I do.

“Yeah, but it’s always about you. There hasn’t been a day since, where you weren’t a thought in my mind, Jules.”

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