Page 66 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
What theactual fuckis going on?
CHAPTER 23
Patty
Ishouldn’t be doing this.
But I can't stop.
My body moves against my will, driving me into the tongue of a man who's seemingly determined to torture me to death. Charlie's tongue curls underneath my clit, flicking and licking as fire races in my veins. After one quick nip, a sharp expletive tears out of my throat, and I nearly fall back against the hardwood of the table as need arcs through me hot and consuming.
I can't stop, I think as I ride his face faster.I need to come.
But the faster I chase it, the farther my orgasm seems.
I can't believe I ever let Charlie convince me that this would be a quickie.Just a taste,he told me.Just for a minute.
Of course, I should have known that was bullshit. I don't even know how long Charlie has been eating me out on this table–time has lost all meaning with the endless cycles of tormented ecstasy–but I know it's been way more than a minute. It's been too much time, and yet it's still not enough.
Charlie is not treating this like a quickie. He's taking histime with each wet glide, savoring it, pushing his finger inside my pussy just enough to trigger another inner body tremble and moaning into me as my fluid fills his mouth. His tongue is just too diabolical knowing exactly how to move inside me to drive me to the edge. He presses it flat against my clit then laps, so slowly sucks with just enough pressure to have me arching in the air, my toes curling against the wood. Desperate for relief, I’m working my nipples as I move into his tongue, gasping and moaning. I'm trying to drive myself higher and over the edge, trying to put an end to this torture, even as that wicked part of me glories in the fact that he's dragging this out.
But it's no use fighting it.
Charlie is the master of keeping me on the edge. He seems to know when to drive me to the cliff and when to pull back just enough, that I descend in agony. And then once he senses it, he starts up again, driving me faster, urging me onwards.
And he doesn't seem to be tiring out anytime soon.
Sweat slicks my whole body and my knees start to tremble. I'm going to pass out it if goes on any longer.
As my psyche soars, I recall exactly how we got into this predicament.
Charlie kept sending me heated looks in the rearview mirror as we drove to my daughters' daycare, and those looks drove me to such distraction I didn't hear much of the chatter in the backseat. Charlie didn’t say two words the entire car ride but looks were enough to hint at the inner workings of his mind.
I knew he was thinking of last night, and about how he and Wes had turned me into a melting squirming mess.
And his gaze was promising more.
After we finally got home, I tried to avoid it by rushinginto the kitchen to get started on lunch. But soon his big body was right behind me.
“I need to get started on lunch,” I said, but my voice was too breathless to be a true protest, and my body was already needy for him. Especially when he wrapped that big hand around my waist pressing me back to feel the large imprint of his erection against my back.
“I want to taste you, baby," he murmured, his baritone sending a shiver down my body. “I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind ever since you let me do it that first time. I think about your sweet pussy when I’m at work. Almost took my damn finger off because of it." He kissed a line down my neck stealing even more of my rationality. "And I want to do it again. Ineedit, Patty. Please. I won't be able to focus unless you let me eat you out.”
I moaned then. I couldn't say no to the desperate honest plea in his tone, especially when I wanted the same thing so badly. So I let him splay me out on the table, pull out a chair, and dive his face into my pussy.
And since then, he's teased me to the edge several times and brought me back down.
His eyes have remained closed for most of it, but whenever they open, his gaze is hazy as though he's not really here. He's lost in some other world, where the only thing that matters is eating me out.
And his devotion makes everything hotter.
"Oh God, Charlie, please." I finally gasp in desperation. My ass squeezes as I approach that quickening peak again, driving myself onto the finger he uses to slowly penetrate my pussy. "Please let me come."
"Patience," he murmurs. His finger still dances at the edge, teasing me with a hard penetration I so desperately want.
A sound whistles from the hallway.
“So, you two were over here starting without me huh?” Wes says, a hungry gleam in his eyes as he walks closer. “I’m hurt. I thought you would at least give me a warning. “
