Page 28 of About Time

With his cock deep inside of me, he lifts one hand and slaps my ass. “Toys aren’t supposed to make noise. You’re a greedy little slut hungry for cock, aren’t you?”

I am not sure I’m supposed to answer, so I remain silent.

He pulls out with just the tip still inside of me, and thrusts forward at the same time he slaps my other cheek. The vibration travels all the way through me and causes my pussy to clench down hard on his cock.

“You don’t have to answer, I can feel your cunt trying to choke my dick. Does my fucktoy want me to fill it with cum?”

Charlie picks up the pace, rocking me back and forth on the bed as far as my binds will allow. I bite my lip to keep any more sounds from escaping until I’ve been given permission.

“I can feel the walls of your pussy fluttering around my cock. Do you want to come on my cock like a good little whore? You can answer me.”

“Yes, Sir,” I gasp.

He stops moving, and holds deep inside of me. “Beg me to come.”

I wait a couple of beats, but he doesn’t move. The orgasm that was beginning to form is taunting me. He’s left me no choice, I have to plead for release. “Please, Sir, make me come.”

Slowly he drags his cock out and just as slowly pushes back in. It keeps me on the edge of coming, but doesn’t let me fall over.

“I’m not convinced. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”

“Please, fuck me, Sir.”

Charlie continues at the agonizing pace. I can feel every ridge slide across my nerves. He tips his hips so that the ridge of his shaft strokes that magic spot deep inside of me. My climax continues to build and grows more intense with each pass over my G-spot.

“Like this, Doll?” he taunts.

“More please, Sir,” I beg.

He leans his body over mine, his chest pressing against my back so he can whisper in my ear. “What is more? Tell me exactly how you want to be fucked.”

“Fuck me hard, Sir. Please use me how you want. Fill me with your cum.”

“You really are a good little slut. Since you asked nicely I’ll give you what you want. I’ll use your pussy to empty my balls and make a mess out of you.”

He stands back up and holds my hips once again. With his firm grasp he pulls me back on his thick cock every time he plunges inside. The mixture of pain and pleasure drives me higher and higher. The stress and uncertainty I’ve been carrying tangles with every overstimulated nerve.

“Fuck I love the feel of your pussy around my cock. Come with me, Doll. Let me hear you scream,” Charlie demands.

It feels like an explosion inside of me. Too many sensations all at once, and I feel like I could scatter into a million little stars. Charlie lets out a long, satisfied groan as he fills me with hot jets of his seed. The feel of his release as his cock pulses inside of me shoves me over the edge. I give him what he wants and scream as I shatter to pieces.

Chapter Twelve

Charlie Past- Age 29

The last coupleof weeks there’s been a melancholy hanging over Hattie and me. I’m not so obtuse that I don’t know what is bothering her. If I was, she’s dropped enough hints to make sure I know what’s going on in that pretty head of hers.

We’re on the verge of the, “Where do you see this going?” conversation. Every time she starts to work up the courage to bring it up, I find a way to distract her. Most of my distraction techniques involve my dick, so it hasn’t been totally unpleasant.

The answer to that question is more complex than I think she realizes. It isn’t just a matter of whether or not I want a future with her. I’ve never wanted anything more, but it can’t be about what I want. If she won’t consider the future, her future, I will. One of us needs to be looking out for her.

Right now she wants to be with me, but how long will that realistically last?

I’m a mechanic, and I have no ambition to be anything else. Griffin bought the garage we started in, and I’m happy enough to keep working for him. I have no desire to go out on my own and run my own shop.

There’s nothing wrong with working with your hands. I work hard and make a comfortable living doing it. But, Hattie is in college. Whether she knows it or not, she is going to find herself feeling suffocated in my world, and I’ll never fit in hers. She would be better off leaving here with no ties and finding herself a man who shares her ambitions.

I’ll fucking hate every minute watching her go off and be happy with someone else. I know I’m setting myself up for a lonely existence, but I’d give anything for her to be happy. Even sacrifice my own happiness if that is what it takes.

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