Page 64 of Claiming Charlotte

“Sh–h–hit please Lottie, suck my cock, I need it down your hot throat.”

I closed my eyes and tilted my head back feeling the warm wetness of her mouth reach the tip of my dick and slide down slowly until I hit the back of her throat. She's so good at this shit. She moved up and down rhythmically and a whimper fell from my lips when she released me with a pop.

“You say yes, Princess, thank you, Princess. You have manners or you don’t come at all.”? I locked eyes with her and they were glazed over with lust. My eyes narrowed and I scoffed.

Shrugging her shoulders, she wiped her hand on her skirt with a sly smile.

“Fine, go ahead and take care of yourself then.” The way her eyes darkened only drove me to want to please her. Right now she wanted submission, and I was in no position to decline.

“Please Princess, keep going,” I said in a sultry voice. “I’ll be a good boy.”

Lottie’s?mouth returned to me, and I lost it. Right now, the only thing that mattered to me was that my cock was being stroked and sucked by the most beautiful, sinful woman.

“Oh…Fuck” I moaned out as she reached out taking my balls in her palm. She’s going to pay for teasing me like this, but it feels so fucking good.

Charlotte started moving faster caressing my sack, giving it a little squeeze as she continued to take my dick down her throat, and I gave another whimper, it was a pleasurable pain. I’m so close.

My breathing was erratic and I felt her smile around me. She was waiting for the words, so I swallowed my pride and gave them to her.

“Can I come, Princess?” I whimpered.

She nodded her head and moved faster, a bead of sweat trailed down my face as the heat of the room encased me. I moved my hips in time with her mouth and my whole body tensed as I exploded, shooting my load down her throat. My body shuddered when Lottie ran her thumb across her pouting lips.

“Good boy,” she said breathlessly as she moved to undo my tie, freeing my arms.

28

CHARLOTTE

Awarm breeze wrapped around me, and I peeked my eyes open. Just five more minutes. Rowan was still sound asleep and I dared not to disturb him, taking a nap was seldom for the both of us; at least at the same time. I hadn’t brought it up, but I knew he had had nightmares here and there too, almost always up and ready for the day before I was. I couldn't tell him to go back to sleep, and it was irritating.

I needed some alone time anyway, and I knew just the place to go. It wouldn’t be smart to go by myself, but I hadn't been anywhere alone in a long time; maybe it was what I needed. This meeting with Josh was weighing heavy, more so what Roe said. What if it is a trap and I'm putting myself stupidly in the open?

When it came to the Walkers, there wasn’t anyone I trusted more than Roe, he had even shown me the layout of the secret hallways lined with different cells, and what happened in each area. He had dug deep into his past to draw out and explain everything to my men and it was starting to take a toll on him . He wasn't sleeping right, was eating less, and there were a few nights where I was sure he thought I was dead asleep; allowing himself to cry as silently as possible on the balcony. I rolled out of bed and my eyes searched the room for a particular set of keys and I set off to clear my mind.

Reaching for the strap I unhooked the helmet and took it off, shaking my hair out, I hadn’t been here in so long. The city looked so beautiful from here, even if the lights weren’t?illuminating it, and the shrubs looked like they needed water and a trim. Maybe I can come up here and clean it up a bit one of these days. I picked a spot and slid down to the ground, feeling the earth and rocks between my fingers. Rowan was right, it's really nice up here, just you and the universe.

“Hey Dad, I hope you can hear me. I know I wasn’t the best daughter, but you were an amazing father.” With no proof that he could hear me, it probably looked like I was crazy, dressed in a pair of sweats and a white tank top with my jacket. But I didn’t care, up until now I haven’t had time to properly mourn him. “And you deserved to die peaceful and happy, not murdered in cold blood. I’m so angry,” I said through gritted teeth.

Trying desperately to choke down the sobs I looked at the sky. “How is any of this worth it, Dad? I’d like to think I’ve been doing a good job, but I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen, I— I need you. I look in the mirror and see you. We are one in the same, and I always loathed it, but in times like this I’d like to imagine how you would handle it.”

The tears spilled over, still I kept going.

“I’ll never be good enough,” I whispered, placing my forehead to the ground when I heard leaves and rocks crunching behind me. Lifting my head from the ground, I sat back on my knees regaining my composure, wiping at the tears that pricked my eyes. The footsteps stopped a distance away, and I knew who it was, the only person that ever respected me enough to give me the space I needed. I hated when he saw me like this, so vulnerable, the broken side of me.

I turned my head but remained in place. My breathing slowed and I struggled as my voice cracked.

“I’m sorry I didn't tell you where I was going.”

He has had my location for a long time, and I let him entertain it; he had peace of mind so it didn't bother me.

“It helps if you scream,” He said, taking a place next to me.

“Come here.” Immediately, I curled into him, and his arms wrapped protectively around me.?“And you will always be good enough.”

Rowan had been there through my highs and my lows and never judged me for any of it. If I kept holding all of this in, not only would I suffer, but my business, friendships, and my relationship would as well; So I crumbled the wall and let go. Fisting his shirt in my hand, I buried my face in his chest, and stopped trying to bury the sobs.

“I'm too tired to scream,” I hiccupped. “I just need to stay like this for a while please.”

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