Page 21 of Cherishing Little Charlee

“Sure, babygirl. Forever if you’ll let me in.”

He retrieved a condom from the overnight bag at the foot of my bed.

“I’ll definitely let you in, Sir.” I giggled as he caught my dirty innuendo and crawled up the bed, caging me in between his arms. Pierce kissed me deeply.

“You taste like heaven.”

“I taste like turkey.”

“Same difference,” he said, trailing kisses along my jaw. “You’re so sexy, Charlee. I’m going to worship every single part of you.”

Moaning, I let my head loll back on my shoulders. Pierce licked my neck and collarbone. I tried to engage, but he had me writhing against my mattress and begging. “Please? Please fuck me, Sir?”

“Patience, starlet. I haven’t had my fill.”

He returned his mouth to my neck, licking a line from the sweet hollow all the way to my earlobe. Pierce nipped it, teasing it between his teeth. I was not going to last from his gentle touches and naughty ministrations. I rubbed his shoulders, trying to be more present but each time his tongue moved to a new spot on my body, I lost focus. His hands cupped my breasts, kneading and stroking while playing with my nipples. No matter what happened in our relationship, he was going to wholly spoil me for anyone else.

“Sir. I’m so aroused. I need you!”

“You have me, babygirl. Lie back and spread your legs.”

Thinking that he was going to finally give me what I’d been begging for, I parted my thighs. Pierce bit my hip, easing the sting of pain with his tongue and then continued down the length of my body. Before I could regain any sort of composure, he mouthed my clit.

“Ahh, fuck. Oh, that feels so good!” I threaded my fingers into his thick brown hair, pulling lightly.

“You taste even sweeter here, baby.”

His hot wet mouth on my pleasure nub was better than any fantasy. I hadn’t allowed a lot of men to pleasure me orally. No, I usually got caught up in my head and worried about things no one else probably cared about. Too much hair there. Not enough hair. The thickness of my thighs. Whether or not I smelled good. Pierce commanded my body in the best way possible. He licked and sucked on me, gently playing with my pussy. Pierce curled his fingers into my heat, stroking just inside of me. I was not going to last.

“I’m close, Sir. Please fuck me now?”

“I want you to come all over my fingers, babygirl. Once you’re buzzing in bliss, then I’ll give you more.”

I don’t know why I thought he couldn’t get any more attractive because he did. Every few hours over the past two days, I became more and more attracted to Pierce. He not only talked the talk, but he walked the walk. His dominance wasn’t a passing thing or something that was put on for show. It naturally oozed from his pores like he was born with it. This man was going to ruin me. And I’d thank him for it.

“Shit! I’m a mess. Um. Hey. What are your thoughts on marriage, Sir?”

Pierce looked up at me while keeping his tongue busy on my throbbing clit. Instead of answering, he curled the two fingers buried inside my needy pussy and forced me to come while screaming for him.Damn. I took care of myself and my sexual needs without a partner all the time. Having him bring me to climax? It hit so much better. Pierce slowly withdrew his digits, allowing me a moment to breathe.

“I’m not trying to avoid your question, baby,” he whispered. “But I haven’t given much thought to becoming a husband. I don’t mean with you but with anyone. Do you really want to talk about it right now or can I fuck my girl until she screams?”

His girl. He was honest about where he was at in his head including his thoughts on marriage. I hadn’t given long-term commitment much thought either, but the way he handled everything sure made me want to belong to him forever. Maybe that’s why other relationships in my past had not worked out the way I’d expected them to. Maybe the disappointments I’d faced over the past few years were simply leading me to him. I’d settled for immature, emotionally unavailable cocky men instead of searching for a dominant, assertive partner. One who understood my kinks, my worries, my fears and loved me through them.

“Right. No more talking. I’m just over here falling in love. Please continue, Sir.”

“Charlee.”

He straddled my body, his hard muscled thighs astride my own as he leaned down to cup my cheek.

“Don’t look at me like I deserve some sort of pity party,” I said scoffing. It took a lot of control not to extract myself from under him. Pierce’s eyes darkened as he raised his hand and slapped my upper thigh. I jerked.

“Do not speak to me in that tone. Not when we are almost naked in your bed. Not when you threw a very loaded statement at me. Not ever.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. But you have this expression on your face like I’m a charity case of some sort. I couldn’t possibly take care of myself so you had to step in,” I added air quotes around the words step in. “So having sex with me is more of a chore.” He struck the opposite thigh until I hissed. “Ow! Ow!”

“You’re overthinking. Pause. Are you even listening to me?”

“I don’t want to listen right now. I’d like to self-sabotage and kick you outta my bed.”

---