Page 117 of Charlie

"First, I’m making you breakfast. After that, I thought we could finally take that tour of the farm I promised you since we were interrupted the last time we tried," he says, his eyes losing focus as he thinks back to that day at the stone circle. "God, that was so fucking hot. Feeling your body move like that—" he groans.

He licks his lips, and that’s all it takes for me to imagine them pressed against me. I squeeze my thighs together, attempting to stifle the insistent heartbeat that’s taken residence between my legs.

"And after that?" I ask, my voice unsteady.

"I have a chef scheduled to give us a cooking lesson – then we’ll eat what we make for dinner."

"That sounds fun," I concede, "What are we cooking?" My stomach rumbles right on cue.

"We'll have to talk about it and decide on something so he can go grocery shopping. Any ideas?" Jack asks, running his hand along the dip of my waist and then over the swell of my hip, my breath hitching as he slides it back up, grazing the side of my breast.

"I'll have to think about it," I muse when an idea doesn’t come to me right away. "Anything after that?" I ask, lightly running my fingertip over the tattoo on his bicep, keeping my hand busy so I don’t reach down and grab his cock.

"And then I fuck you in every room until you cum," he says, palming one of my ass cheeks and pulling me roughly against him. "Oh, and there’s a surprise waiting for you somewhere in the castle."

"Like a scavenger hunt?" I ask, wondering what the surprise is. "Is it?—"

"You’ll never guess," he says, cutting me off, "Don’t even try."

"I honestly think that’s the only thing you could have said that would have been able to get me out of this bed," I laugh, sitting up and stretching. His gaze slides down my body eagerly, snagging on my pebbled nipples and exposed midriff. He cups my breast and rolls my nipple between his fingers.

"Fucking hell, Charlotte," he says hoarsely, propping himself on his elbow before lifting my shirt and taking my nipple into his mouth. I arch against him, pushing my fingers into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulling him against me. He cups my throat with his fingers and pushes me down to the pillows, covering my body with his. He catches my lower lip between his teeth before dragging me into a scorching open-mouthed kiss. I twine my legs around his hips, rocking my hips against him, whimpering as desire engulfs me.

"I want to rip those goddamn shorts off your body and fuck you until you’re screaming," he rasps, swiveling his hips against me. "I want to lick your pussy, and make you cum until my name is the only word you can remember. I want to squeeze these perfect tits together and fuck them until I'm begging you to let me cum in your mouth." He trails kisses from my neck to my nipple, sucking it deep into his mouth until my back bows off the bed, then he does the same to the other one. "But for right now, what I really want to do, is make you breakfast," he chuckles, rolling off of me, holding out his hand to help me up.

"God, you’re such a tease," I grumble, climbing off the bed.

"You like it," he chuckles, sliding a hand down the back of my shorts to cup my ass. He can’t resist reaching lower, his finger gliding over my pussy without resistance. He groans, sinking his finger inside me before sliding it up to circle my clit.

I jerk against his hand, sinking my nails into his shoulder when my knees start to give out.

"I have to fucking taste you," he growls, desperation in his voice.

I’ll spend my whole life thinking about what Jack does next. He wrenches my shorts apart with impatient hands, ripping until the only thing left intact is the elastic waistband. He reaches between my legs with both arms, planting a hand on each butt cheek before lifting me, bringing my legs over his shoulders. He presses me to the wall, holding me there, my pussy right at mouth-level.

I look down at him as he breathes me in, his mouth open and nostrils flared. "Is this all for me, mo chridhe?" he asks, running his tongue along my slit to catch the moisture gathered there, lapping me up like ice cream. I squirm against him, trying to angle my hips so his mouth is on my clit, but he only presses me against the wall harder.

"Stay still," he growls before covering me with his mouth, fucking me with his tongue. I choke out a sob when he focuses his attention higher, sealing his lips around my clit and sucking.

I buck against him when he doesn't let up. "It's too much," I gasp, trying to twist away from him.

"No, it's fucking not, but it's about to be," he says gruffly, a wicked smile pulling at his lips. He shifts some of my weight to his left side and brings his right hand between us, sinking his thumb into me. His golden eyes trap me in their depths as he circles my asshole with his pointer finger. He holds my gaze as he seals his lips around me again, creating suction with his mouth that has me sobbing his name. I'm already on the edge when he pushes his finger past that tight ring of muscle, the added sensation shoving me over. I fist my hands in his hair, squeezing his head between my thighs, and ride his face, screaming his name as I cum.

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Jack waits for the tremors to stop before lowering me down his body. I wrap my legs around his waist, his beard scratchy against my fingers as I pull him in for a heated taste. His taste melds with mine, stirring a possessiveness I didn't know existed inside me.

"Where are you taking me?" I squeak as he hoists me up and walks out of the bedroom, my bare backside exposed to the chilly morning air.

"I'm making you breakfast," he says with determination.

"Clothes would be nice," I suggest, chill bumps already racing their way over my body.

"Clothes are for pussies." He sets me down, bare-assed, on the counter.

"Exactly. My pussy would like some clothing, please. Plus," I say, "This is super unhygienic."

"There's this stuff called soap," he says, squirting some into his palm, "and hot water." He scrubs his hands and rinses them off under the steaming tap. "I promise I'll wash the counter after breakfast," he says, winking. "But right now, I want you naked."

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