Page 118 of Never Kiss and Tell

“So greedy,” I drawl, licking a line up the center of her stomach, to the bottom of her breast. “Feel how fucking soaked you are for me?”

I slide two fingers inside her and her head falls back against the bed, her eyes fluttering closed.

“Eyes on me, baby.”

Ocean eyes snap back to mine, though hooded with pleasure when I rub over the dark spot inside her that makes her come faster than anything.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise, sliding over her and positioning myself at her entrance.

“Please, Charlie,” she begs, but it’s cut off when I slide in the first inch. She cries out, digging her nails into my shoulders andarching her back, allowing me to slide in deeper.

A deep rumble of appreciation leaves me as I pull back and slide back in to the hilt.

“Fucking made for me,” I grumble, leaning in and suckling on the flesh below her ear. She surges underneath me, her legs tightening around my hips.

I fuck her so hard I fear there will be bruises on her inner thighs in the morning, but she takes it, begging for more. This fucking woman can handle anything I can throw at her and it scares me. It scares me that I could fuck this up and send her running. I know I can’t give her what she needs, but goddamn, do I want that?

“Come to the rehearsal with me tomorrow.” It’s not a question. It’s a demand. The sudden urge to let the world know she’s off limits is consuming me. Taking her to the party tomorrow will show everyone just what I want.

“We’re already both going,” Bailey points out, moving her hips in frustration when I slow my pace. I pull back and fuck her slow and so hard that she scoots up the bed.

I take her hands and lift them above her head, pinning them to the mattress. “Say you’ll come with me. I’m not letting you come until you do.”

She laughs, but the breathy sound is cut short because I bend down, nipping at her lips and then running my tongue over them to soothe the pain.

“Charlie,” she complains, her head thrashing against the comforter. She arches under me, trying to get some leverage. It does nothing for her, but her breasts press to my chest, her nipples hard points. I stoop down and nip at one, drawing apained cry from her. “You’re disturbed,” she pants, eyes narrowed and her breathing ragged. “Do it again.”

My dirty, kinky girl. I chuckle, repeating the movement on the other side, laving at the hardened peak with my tongue after.

“Say it, Bailey, and I’ll give you what you want.”

“What about your family? Our friends?” she asks, tears of pleasure leaking out of the corners of her eyes. A sheen of sweat covers her collarbone. Her hair is matted to her face.

“Everyone already knows. Say it.”

I pause, completely seated inside her and she whimpers, her body too full.

“Jesus Christ, yes! I’ll go with you.”

“Good girl.”

I roll her until she’s above me and set my hands on her hips, guiding her. I let her control the rhythm, allowing her to grind on me. Her eyes close, but I don’t stop her. Watching her make herself come on my cock is the sexiest goddamned thing I’ve ever fucking seen. In a matter of seconds, she’s tightening around me, collapsing on top of me as she comes with vehemence.

I kiss her everywhere I can reach. Her jaw, her cheeks, her mouth. She shudders, the aftershocks of her orgasm still rolling through her.

“Do you trust me?” I ask, taking her face in my hands. I circle my hips inside me, my cock fucking painfully hard.

“Yes,” she breathes without hesitation.

I roll her off of me and onto her stomach. I reach for the set of gym shorts I left the other night and slide them on.

“Stay just like this. Don’t move.”

“Where are you going?” she asks, her big eyes watching me.

“Stay, sweetheart.”

I sneak out of house and into my own, quickly grabbing the shopping bag I picked up before work.

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