Page 78 of Never Kiss and Tell

Something about saying that tastes sour in my mouth. I made it this far by believing Charlie is the biggest asshole to walk the planet, yet, in the last few weeks, I’ve grown tounderstand him on a deeper level.

He leans forward, pressing his lips to my ear. I shiver from his stubble against my cheek and warmth pools in my core. My thighs are embarrassingly slick with my own need. At this point, I don’t care what he does, as long as it ends with him inside me. I don’t know that I’ve ever been so turned on in my life.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Charlie lets out a breath through his teeth and steps to my front. He towers over me, intimidating with an almost violent look on his face. With a finger under my chin, he tilts my face up to his and brushes his lips over mine. A rumble resounds low in his chest, sending vibrations through me. I let out a shaky breath, rising on my toes to reach him. I don’t kiss him, instead, running my tongue lightly over the seam of his lips and reaching between us to rub his erection through his jeans.

He lets out a rough breath, looking down to watch where my hand grasps him through his jeans.

Charlie’s voice is gravely when he speaks. “You have no idea what you signed up for, princess.”

I gasp when he slides his hand into my hair and tugs at the strands, angling my head back and nipping at my skin. He tugs my mouth to his, kissing me with a rough growl.

Charlie’s kiss is addictive. Electric. I could kiss him for hours and that’s dangerous.

He moves closer, his hands slipping around my waist to hold me against him. With a moan, I wrap my arms around his neck and he lifts me, cupping my ass. His hands on my bare skin send tingles through me, the fire burning beneath his skinthreatening to melt me from the inside out.

He carries me back to the bedroom, but I break the kiss. “Please, not here,” I breathe against his lips. He carries me in, anyway, stopping before the bed.

“There’s been no one in my bed.”

“I forgot. You fucked her against the wall so you could make sure I heard —” he cuts me off, licking me languidly from ass to clit. I moan and grasp the comforter in my fists.

“Don’t run.” He grips my hips and pulls me back from where I had moved up on the bed. He leans in nipping at the swell of my ass. “And I didn’t fuck her.”

He flips me onto my back, climbing between my legs. His hard erection brushes up against my sex when he rolls his hips against mine.

“I don’t believe you,” I start, letting out a startled cry when he nips at my nipple before drawing it into his mouth and sucking on the hardened peak.

“If you don’t trust me, then why are you in my bed?”

Touché.

Without warning, he slides a finger inside me, making me gasp from the sudden intrusion. “Fuck,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking creamy. I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.”

“Thank God,” I breathe, a moan clawing up my throat when he leans down and nips at the flesh above my clit with an angry growl. The pain sends little shockwaves of pleasure through me and my back arches off the bed.

Charlie places his big hand on my stomach and presses me down into the mattress. His dark eyes on mine, he slips another finger inside me and starts pumping them in and out. Anorgasm already threatens to tear me to shreds when he curls his fingers up, rubbing a spot inside me I’ve never felt before.

My head kicks back and delicious, sweet pleasure envelopes me.

“Should have known you’d be fucking perfect,” he grumbles. When he leans down, diving into my opening with his tongue, white hot light shoots behind my eyes and I whimper. He growls in appreciation, the vibrations making me breathless. “I love the way you taste.”

“If you didn’t fuck her, what did you do?” I ask, my voice cracking.

“Let her suck me while I thought about you.”

The warmth in his voice drifts straight between my legs. My hand fists in his hair while the other desperately searches for something to grab onto. I clutch the comforter in my fingers, arching into his mouth until bliss takes over, catching me by surprise. Charlie murmurs something, but I don’t hear him.

Euphoria crashes through me, destroying everything in its path until there’s nothing any of my senses feel but him. Charlie groans as he pries my thighs apart and continues to suck on the throbbing bud between my legs until I’m so sensitive, I’m trying to climb up the bed away from him.

“Running away, princess?” he rasps, gripping my thighs and pressing my knees to my chest. It opens me up indecently to him, but I don’t have the sense to be embarrassed.

“Charlie, please. I want to touch you,” I stutter, my voice hitching when he sucks my clit back into his mouth. I attempt to lower my leg and he nips my clit between his teeth with a growl.

I jerk, squealing from the pain, but a dark satisfaction fills me. I don’t care if I was asked to testify in front of a court of law, I’ll never admit how fucking sexy the dark, possessive side of Charlie is. My pussy responds to his tongue lapping at the sting and I feel my own desire slipping from my folds and down the curve of my ass.

“Don’t rush me,” he orders, his voice husky. “I’ve waited years for this.”

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