Page 61 of Good Girl

Using the bulk of my body, I urged her back toward the bed, and Charlotte stumbled back willingly. With gentle hands, I pushed her down onto the bed and watched her bounce on the springs as I dragged my shirt over my head. Once my vision was unobscured, Charlotte braced on her elbows and spread her gorgeous thighs, exposing the glistening pussy I had spent all evening devouring.

I was utterly hooked. My pants followed in a second, then I crawled over the top of her and locked our lips together. Charlotte’s fingers clutched at my shoulders, and I braced one hand on the bed while my other grasped my swelling cock. Two strokes and I was fully aroused, and I nudged the tip against Charlotte’s pussy.

I broke the kiss and studied her flushed face. “Are you... are you sure?”

“Are you?” she challenged with a smirk.

I sheathed myself fully inside her with one smooth thrust, and Charlotte’s loud moans bounced off the walls. Her silken heat clung to my cock like a vise, and I groaned, long and low as I settled myself as deep as I could possibly get. She was everything I had imagined and more, her pussy a heated line searing into my crotch, and I wanted to be branded over and over.

I dominated her, but I was fooling no one.

Sheownedme.

Charlotte cupped my face with one hand and our gazes met. I could lose myself in the crystal maze of her eyes if she would let me. Dipping down, I kissed her and started to move my hips to the rhythm of my rapidly pounding heart, and each thrust just wasn’t enough. I wanted to fuck her harder, wanted to reach deeper inside her and bury there where I belonged. Her heat and scent consumed me. The sheets bunched under my fist, and I placed my other hand on the side of her neck as I fucked her. Each thrust drew a squealing moan from Charlotte, and it spurred me on to fuck her harder, to fuck her faster.

“You’re so. Fucking. Beautiful,” I growled down at her. Charlotte’s face flushed, her apple cheeks turning rosy, and I kissed her again to emphasize my point. I would fuck her, day and night, until she believed she was as stunning as I saw her.

Her trembling thighs wrapped around my hips, and my touch left her neck to clutch at her strong thigh. Every part of her, every swell and thickness that she shied away from, I wanted to cover in kisses and appreciation. My hips snapped forward, slamming into her, and when the kiss broke, her screams of pleasure were unhindered. Her pussy had been abused all night, and here I was, leaving my final mark because I was a man addicted.

My own climax began to build rapidly, coiling heat in my lower belly that I had no control over. I was powerless to do anything but fuck her harder, and Charlotte’s pleasured screams turned into sobs of desperation.

“Yes, yes—yes!” she cried loudly, and I buried my face against her neck. Her pulse fluttered frantically under my tongue, and I dove into her, harder and harder. Suddenly, Charlotte arched into me and her pussy locked around me. My hips stuttered, and Charlotte rolled in a wave underneath me from head to toe. Her cries stuttered into nothing as she came, and I leaned up to drink in the sight.

Her parted red lips, her screwed-up eyes, and the blissful flush over her cheeks and throat. I was in love.

I came on my next thrust as Charlotte’s walls rippled around my cock, milking every drop of my orgasm out of me in a way I had only dreamed of previously. I fought to keep my thrusts constant, packing my cum deep until I was certain she had ridden her orgasm to the end. Only then did I slow down and kiss her slowly on her lips, her forehead, everywhere I could reach.

“Wow,” Charlotte panted furiously. “That was... amazing.”

“Yes,” I whispered down to her, studying every inch of her face. “Yes, it was.”

After the tingles had passed, I eased out of Charlotte and led her to the bath where we both sank in for a long soak. The water was hotter than anticipated, but I eased us in gently and spent the next hour massaging and caring for every inch of her. Samuel appeared at one point with some juice with electrolytes to help Charlotte, then Matt appeared with some food that we both realized we were starving for.

By the time Charlotte came out of the bath, she could barely keep her eyes open, and I tucked her immediately into bed and kissed her forehead. She clung to my hand, watching me through her lashes until sleep took her and she vanished into dreamland. Such a peaceful sight warmed my heart, and I left her sleeping, planning on joining her after I dealt with our clothes.

As I padded into the kitchen, it seemed Matt had already taken care of that and the two of them were sitting at the island counter with knowing smiles on their faces.

“What?” I asked as I approached. They glanced at each other and those smiles grew wider.

“So, you slept with her,” Matt said.

“Yeah.”

“Actually fucked her,” Samuel added.

“Yeah,” I repeated. I knew what they were getting at because those same thoughts were in my mind. “What of it?”

“Oh, nothing,” they sang in unison.

“Welcome to the club, that’s all.” Matt stood up and stretched. “She’s impossible to ignore.”

“The joys of love, right?” Samuel chuckled.

Instinct flared, and my lips parted, ready to tell them that they didn’t know what they were talking about, that I didn’t love her.

But I couldn’t lie. Not after tonight.

“You can take the couch, Matt,” I said instead. “Don’t drive home.”

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