Page 22 of The One I Hate
Challenge accepted.
I dive into her mouth without warning. Her hands start clawing at my bare chest, only spurring me to somehow make this kiss deeper. I drop my hands so I can bring her shirt up and quickly unsnap her bra, giving me my first view of Charlie’s fucking gorgeous tits.
They’re spectacular. Big. Full. More than a handful and then some. Perfect pink nipples. Thoughts of burying my face in them flash through my mind, and it’s enough to make me weep.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare?”
I look up at her, fire burning through her eyes, which I’m going to guess matches mine.
“Oh, don’t you worry about me,” I say, starting to guide her backward to the bed. “I’m just trying to decide what’s first.”
She falls back to the bed, bouncing slightly as she hits the mattress, which makes her tits bounce in spectacular fashion. Our eyes are locked as I lean down, putting my hands on eachside of her as I go in for a quick, but devastating, kiss. I gently push her back so I can rip her leggings and panties off.
Holy fuck… Charlie is laying back on the bed, gloriously naked. Her chest is heaving, and her legs are slightly spread, giving me just a glimpse of a wet pussy that makes me lick my lips. But then there are her tits, and being the breast man that I am, I want to just set up camp there. I feel like a kid at a candy store. I want everything and don’t know what to go for first.
“Simon.”
My name on her lips breaks my trance. “Yes, Bug?”
Our eyes meet, and I’m shocked she’s not telling me to not call her that. Then I see the fire behind her stare, and I know the banter is over.
“Fuck me. Now.”
She’ll never have to ask me twice. I strip off my boxer briefs and am on her in seconds. Our lips find each other in the hardest and most intense kiss I’ve ever experienced. Actually, I don’t know if you can qualify this as a kiss. It’s more like we’re trying to devour each other, each of us doing our best to not leave a scrap behind.
I quickly leave her mouth and squeeze the tits that have been taunting me. I suck on one while rolling the other nipple, making her writhe and moan beneath me. I switch sides and internally talk myself down, because I could let go right here, right now.
“Charlie…” Her name trails off as I bury my face between them, feeling her soft flesh around my head. Her nails are on my back, clawing at me to go further. I’m pretty sure she’s drawing blood.
Ask me if I care.
I reluctantly leave the place I’d like to live forever, not because I want to, but because if I don’t feel Bug’s wet pussy on my face in point-five seconds, this is going to be over before it starts.
And since I’m pretty sure this is never going to happen again, I’m making sure I takeeverythingI want.
I kiss my way down her soft stomach and push open her legs as I inhale her sweet scent.
“Simon...”
Oh…begging Bug. I like this.
I slide my fingers along her slit and stop just short of her clit.
“What do we say?”
She arches her back, hoping that the movement will cause me to move. She also lets out a frustrating, albeit adorable, scream.
“Simon!”
“While I like the sound of you screaming my name, unfortunately that’s not the magic word,” I say. “How do we ask nicely when we want our pussy eaten?”
She tosses back and forth, but I’m unwavering at keeping my hand right where it’s so close, yet so far away.
“Please, Simon…please…”
I smile. “Good girl. Now was that so hard?”
She shoots a look at me. “Simon!”
