Page 73 of Tempting Promises
My smile is automatic and I move back up to her ear. “I think we know the answer.”
Charlotte turns to me, meeting my gaze. “This never happened.”
“Never.”
“Good. Now please give me an orgasm.”
I grin. “My pleasure.”
“And mine.”
Yes, it definitely will be hers.
I carry her into my bedroom, dropping her on the bed, and she squeaks.
Charlotte leans up on her elbows, watching as I pull my shirt off, throwing it over to the chair. Then I move to my buckle and she licks her lips. “You like the show?”
“I mean, it’s a very . . . average show.”
Fuck, I’m going to enjoy making her saucy mouth do something else very soon. “Average? Is that what has you showing up at my door with some bullshit about a hat?”
Charlotte shrugs as much as she can. “I’m clearly deranged and confused.”
“Clearly.” I unbutton my jeans and stand there, not moving. “Take off your clothes,” I command her.
“Or what?”
“Or I get dressed and kick you out, making you wonder if I’m jerking off, remembering your taste, the way you ride my cock like I was made for you, and how your cunt feels when it’s contracting because I made you come like no other man ever has.”
She shudders and then pushes up, lifting her shirt over her head, revealing a purple lace bra that does nothing to hide her hard nipples. “And would you be doing that?”
“I do every fucking night since we got back,” I admit. “I wake up, my dick in my hand, hating that I want you again.”
Charlotte’s breathing accelerates. “I want you too.”
“I know, baby, that’s why you’re here with your bullshit hatexcuse. You want me to lick you until you scream. You need me to bury myself deep inside you until you feel nothing but me.”
She unhooks her bra, throwing it off the bed. “Stop talking.”
“Take your pants off and let me see what I want.”
There’s a hunger in her eyes and it fucking turns me on even more. She lifts her hips, sliding her jeans and underwear off, letting me look at her naked on my bed.
“I’ve imagined this,” I admit. “I thought about you lying here, legs spread, wet and waiting for me.”
“I’ve tried not to think about it.”
I move to the bed, drop down on my knees, grab her calves, and pull her to me. “Enough thinking,” I say before I bring my tongue to her clit.
“Oh God,” she pants and I do it again. “Yes, please.”
“That’s it, baby, beg for what you want.”
But it’s not just her who wants, it’s me too. I wasn’t lying when I told her that I wake up stroking my dick, imagining it’s Charlotte’s mouth wrapped around it. I’m like a fucking teenager waking up with a wet dream because I spent the middle of the night dreaming of being inside her again.
I don’t know what this woman did to me, but I need this to get it out of my system. I need to fuck her out, like if it was a fever and I sweated it out.
Maybe that’ll be the cure.
