Page 23 of Cherishing Little Charlee

“Demanding thing. Let’s see how many times I can make you scream.” Pierce gave a cocky grin as he lowered his boxer briefs, removing them.

I wanted to see what he was working with but he kissed my neck, distracting me. “Sir,” I whined.

“Tell me what you like, babygirl. Fast? Slow… rough…” Pierce licked and sucked as he teased. “Gentle?”

“Yes, please. Whatever you want.” I would have said anything to have him inside of me. After our flirtatious banter and the way we’d been sharing our vulnerabilities, I desperately needed to be intimate. Or at least more intimate.

“So what I’m hearing is that you want Daddy to choose?”

I wisely refrained from giving him a piece of my mind because it would pause the action further. “I’m not being difficult on purpose. I haven’t had sex in a while. Sometimes I don’t remember what I like.”

“All right, baby.”

Pierce tore open the condom, rubbing himself hard. I should have been more polite but my patience had disappeared. Watching him stroke his thick cock had me panting. His eyes blazed with lust. I ground against the mattress impatiently as I desperately sought some friction to ease the arousal burning through me. “I’m so fucking wet, Sir.”

He rolled on the condom, his eyes hooded as he swallowed hard. “Spread your legs for me.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I shifted upward and obeyed. I had expected myself to feel more self-conscious since we were both naked, but all I saw was desire whenever he directed his gaze along my body.

“Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Sir. I’m in the moment, not in my head.”

“Good girl. You’re being such a good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir,” I said, melting into a puddle of goo and he’d barely touched me yet. I clearly had a praise kink. If he would call me his good girl, I’d do whatever the heck he wanted. Pierce raised my right leg and set it on his shoulder. He kissed the top of my foot and then my ankle, rubbing gently. He adjusted himself, placing himself in between my thighs. I took a snapshot in my mind of the way Pierce looked. Muscular in some places but with something close to adoration on his handsome face. He pushed the tip of his cock inside my dripping pussy, entering a little at a time while my body grew accustomed to his girth.

“You feel so good around me, baby,” he said, thrusting in and out. “Are you okay?”

“I’msookay, so much okay,” I said breathing heavily.

He chuckled probably at my odd wording choices, leaning closer to kiss me.

“Well, that’s new. You look like a goddess with your hair fanned out, your lips all pink and swollen. Mmmm I could admire this view for hours.”

“Same. Do you have any idea how handsome you are, Sir? You could be a movie star.” I ran my fingers along his hips as he increased the pace.

“I’m not a movie star, Charlee. But I’m glad you think I’m hot enough to be some heartthrob,” he teased.

“Oh!” I had been poised to sass him, to get our banter back but Pierce set my other leg on the same shoulder. The angle shifted. My pussy clenched around his thickness as he drove himself deeper. Our bodies were in sync as I matched his rhythm as best as I could on my back. “Sir, please–”

“What does my girl need? Tell Daddy.”

I hadn’t experimented with crazy sex positions or anything wild but he made my pleasure a priority. “Can… can I ride you?”

“Yes, babygirl. I have a position that should feel good for both of us.”

Pierce withdrew from my heat causing a whimper to fall out of my mouth as I missed the feeling of his cock inside me. He sat next to me on the bed, sliding down until his feet touched the floor.

“Come here, Charlee.”

I complied but I wasn’t entirely sure how to make it work. Pierce had me straddle his thighs, slowly lowering onto his cock. He held my hips assisting me with the movement. Soon I found a good pace, bouncing up and down along his shaft. I was wholly unprepared for the crazy amount of pleasure coursing through me.

“Oh, Sir. Holy fuck.”

“Just like that, Charlee. You feel so good in my lap. Riding my cock like a good girl.”

Shit. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought Pierce was into dirty talk. He definitely had the growly, husky tone down. His words whispered into the shell of my ear drove me wild. “Yes, Sir! I’m close. So fucking close.”

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