Page 109 of Never Kiss and Tell

“I’m okay,” I breathe, now wishing I could touch him.

“If you want to stop, say blue.” He searches my face, like he’s waiting for me to understand.

Blue. The color of my eyes. I can’t explain the strange wave of warmth that spreads through my chest when it dawns on me.

“Okay,” I nod, pulling on my restraints. They don’t move, but instead of panic, I feel . . . exhilarated as I watch Charlie crawl down the bed to rest between my legs. He eyes me, a darkexpression on his face. He takes my hips in his hands and spreads my legs as far as they can bend.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs, almost talking to himself while his eyes travel the length of my naked body. I blush under the heat of his stare, but, strangely, I don’t feel embarrassed. The lust I felt for him earlier only doubles in his presence. “Remember, Bailey. Blue.”

The first touch of his tongue on my clit has me arching off the bed, but unable to really move. I let out a gasp and Charlie chuckles wickedly against my skin. He nips at the inside of my thigh before sliding his tongue through my folds.

My body feels like it’s floating on air, suspended underneath him. Breathless, throaty moans leave me as he slides his tongue in my opening, tracing it with his tongue.

“Fuck, I love the little sounds you make.”

He presses the flat of his tongue against me, licking me from ass to clit. My toes curl as pleasure shoots through my body.

“Please,” I groan, tugging hard on the bindings.

“Not yet,” he grits, his hand sliding down to cup the curve of my ass. Without warning, he flips me until I land on my knees. With one hand braced on my upper back to hold my front down, his other swats at my backside.

Electricity erupts through me, the small bite of pain from his palm sending my body into orbit. I arch back, earning me another swat before I feel him. He nips at the flesh of my ass, causing me to jerk. He chuckles, using both hands on my hips to hold me still.

His tongue glides over my opening, making me tense. He massages my hips, coaxing me to relax. Pressure builds insideme until it reaches a fever pitch. A desperate moan leaves me and I bite the pillow below me to quiet myself.

Another swat. “Let me hear you, baby.”

He moves higher, rimming the opening of my rear and a broken sound escapes me. He growls in appreciation, his fingers sliding over my hip bone to find my clit. He’s everywhere and everywhere in a hurry, like he can’t get enough of me. Like I’m the only thing that matters.

My heart swells and so does the impending orgasm that builds. I struggle against the bindings, somehow turned on that I’m at his mercy.

I come so hard my legs give out. Charlie flips me over and settles on my clit, again, drawing out my orgasm until it bleeds into another. I’m damp with sweat when he pulls back and slides his boxers off.

His erection springs free, the thick vein on the underside jutting out. It’s looks painful and tempting.

“Can I taste you?” I ask, watching him with dark, heavy eyes.

He shakes his head, climbing back between my legs.

“I want to come inside you.”

He aligns himself at my opening, pushing his cock in and hitting my wall before he stops and pulls back out. I cry out when he fills me completely, too full for that split second before he withdrawals.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” he grits, thrusting back into me. “Like you were made for me.”

My heart flutters and I arch into him, managing to capture his lips with mine. He groans into my mouth, his hands gripping the headboard on either side of mine. He uses them asleverage to fuck into me harder, driving his cock deeper inside me.

“You feel so good,” I pant against his lips. “It’s too much.” My clit pulses with my heartbeat, my previous orgasm still tightening my sex around him.

“You know the word.”

I don’t say it. I don’t want to. The maddening pace of his hips, thrusting in and out of me so slowly I have no choice but to feel every inch of him feels too good to stop. I briefly wonder if you can go mad from this kind of ecstasy.

I’m not sure when I realized that my heart felt both heavy and light. Whether it was when Charlie fucked me so hard, I thought I would black out while whispering how perfect I was, or if it was when he untied my wrists because he said he wanted to feel me touching him. Either way, I have a sinking feeling in my gut that I won’t walk away from this in one piece. A part of me will always be here, completely in awe of this man who does the dirtiest of things to me and makes me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.

“Who makes you come, sweetheart?” he asks, his lips hovering over mine. My body tightens in waves around his cock, ready to spill over at any moment.

“You do,” I pant against his lips, my hands in his hair.

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