Page 49 of The Charlie Method

Yes.

LARS:

Were you close?

CHARLIE:

So close.

LARS:

Ah, that’s too bad. Because we don’t let you finish, do we, Charlie? Your orgasm belongs to us now. You try to cover yourself up, but it’s too late. We’ve seen every inch of that hot, tight body. And now you’re at our mercy. I get on the bed with you, holding you down. B gets on his knees at the foot of the bed. Are you fighting us or are you begging for us?

CHARLIE:

Begging.

LARS:

Of course you are. We like to hear you beg. I slide my hand between your legs and hold your pussy open for him.

CHARLIE:

Oh my God.

LARS:

I whisper dirty things in your ear while he’s licking you. Then I shove my fingers in his hair to hold his head between your legs, keeping him there.

LARS:

Babe?

You still there? Don’t you dare leave me now.

CHARLIE:

Sorry. Back. I just had to take off my leggings.

LARS:

Are you touching yourself right now?

CHARLIE:

How can I not be? Are you telling me your dick isn’t hard?

LARS:

Rock-hard. But it’s still safely inside my pants.

CHARLIE:

Take it out. Please.

LARS:

Fuck.

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