Page 42 of The Last Time

He growls as he watches me. I begin to move up and down him in a slow, steady rhythm making sure I suck hard while gliding my tongue around him.

“Fuuuuck,” he draws out. “You look so damn sexy taking me in like that, like you enjoy having my dick in your mouth.”

I’m slightly confused by his words. I pop off him and talk in between licks around his tip. “Of course, I want to do this. I’m gonna be touching myself tonight thinking about this.”

“What the fuck?” he replies as I take him back into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. “Who the hell are you?”

Instead of answering with words, I show him. I show him what I’ve wanted to do for an entire decade.

He grips my hair so tight, my eyes begin to water, but the pain just makes the moment so much more intense…so much hotter.

“You keep taking my dick like a good girl. I’m gonna have to repay you,” he breathes as he starts to thrust forward, making me take him deeper and deeper.

I knew it. I knew he would be exactly what I craved. No man has ever talked to me like this, but it’s always been how my fantasies go.

I moan in appreciation as I look up at him. When our eyes connect, something powerful sits in the room with us—some kind of connection and understanding that what is happening is significant.

The thought of him returning the favor, of his mouth on my pussy has me frantically sucking with excitement. I add my hand at the base of his shaft, working it while I suck harder. I pull back to show some attention to his tip again. Sucking on it like a lollypop as I alternate between licking and sucking.

I bit of precum starts to drip out. I can’t resist.

With the tip of my tongue, I ever so gently let the tip of my tongue glide along his cum, then begin to pull away, creating a trail of cum from his dick to my tongue.

His eyes grow darker as he watches. “You are fucking filthy.”

I smile softly up at him, then lick his tip clean and swallow. I love seeing how affected he is by me. It’s thrilling as it creates more enthusiasm as I continue to work him with my mouth. His groans become more desperate as I feel his dick tighten, letting me know he is about to come.

When he makes a move to pull back, I place my hands on his ass and shake my head back and forth.

He bites his lip as he watches me take down his release while he curses through his grunts.

I pop off him and gulp down the load of semen in my mouth.

“Charlotte,” he whispers as I stand up. His hands cup my cheeks and start to trail a feather-like touch down my neck onto my shoulders.

As amazing as it feels, my body is also extremely weak. I haven’t eaten in over a day and haven’t stayed hydrated enough. Things start to look a bit fuzzy for a second.

“Are you okay, Charlotte?” he asks as he bends at the knees slightly to be eye level with me.

I nod my head. “Yeah, sorry. Just feel a little faint.”

“When was the last time you ate?” he asks.

I shrug my shoulders. “Not since yesterday morning.”

He takes my hand and leads me out of the bathroom, into the bedroom then pulls the covers of my bed back.

“Get in. I’m going to go warm up that soup for you.”

I look down at him and smile. “You’re naked.”

He smirks. “I realize that. The most beautiful woman in the world got greedy with me.”

“She’s one lucky woman,” I say as I lie down, closing my eyes.

He pulls the covers up to my chin and then looks at me gently. “I’m the lucky one, Charlotte.”

With that, he walks out of my bedroom, leaving me wondering what exactly he means by that.

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