Chapter 41

Itake that challenge and dive in with every intention of owning Charlotte, body, mind, and soul, wearing her out as I fuck her all night, and I’ll eventually put a ring on her finger.

After dinner with my parents, Mom slipped me her original wedding set, the one my Dad bought her when they were young and poor. It’s not fancy or flashy, but it’s sentimental. A sign that I believe we can have just as many happy years as my parents have had together.

We’re not ready yet, but soon. Last night, I dreamed of a little redhaired girl who looks just like her beautiful momma and holds my heart just as tightly.

But for now, that dream disappears on a wisp of hope for the future, and I take in the beauty laid out before me in the present. “You feel that?” I growl, grinding my hips against her and using her belly to rub my cock.

She gasps and nods but says nothing, a sure sign she wants me to say more. For all her sass and fire, she loves it when I talk dirty, tell her what I’m going to do, then follow through on every filthy promise. She likes the build-up the anticipation gives her.

I’ve taken it as a personal mission to make her come with my words alone, and one day, I’ll complete that mission.

“I’m going to strip you down bare, spread that pretty pink pussy wide open, and fuck you with my tongue so I can taste your sweetness right from the source,” I whisper in the meantime.

“I’m going to suck your clit and slide my fingers inside because I want to feel you clamp down on them when you come for the first time. But they’ll be a poor substitute for my cock because I’m going to slam into you balls-fucking-deep and fuck you hard . . . deep . . . and rough. You wanna walk funny tomorrow? I’m going to have you bowlegged, with my marks all over your fair skin. Everyone will know that you got fucked all night, will know that you’re mine.”

“Fuck,” she moans, loving it. “God, Lance . . . please.”

And I know she’s mine, totally gone for me. Just like I’m hers.

I make good on my promise, pulling her shirt over her head and using the moment she arches to flick her bra undone. Before she settles back topless, I’m pulling her jeans and panties down in one yank.

Fully nude, I sit her up on the edge of the bed, kneeling between her bent knees, memorizing the feast laid out before me.

I don’t delay, plunging right in to lick her with the flat of my tongue, and she shudders beneath me, her hips chasing my tongue. I wrap my arms around her thighs, using my thumbs to spread her slick pussy lips. “Mmm, look at that pussy, already pulsing like it’s greedy for my cock. Is that what you want? My cock or my tongue?”

She’s too incoherent with lust to do more than moan, so I follow my original plan and lick, suck, and tease along her folds. I dip my tongue inside her, loving the way she tenses even against that small invasion. So hungry, both of us.

I replace my tongue with two fingers, curling them up to caress the front wall of her pussy as I circle her clit lazily. Her cries get louder, begging for more, and I can feel the spasms starting deep inside her, still irregular but growing stronger.

I place a hand above her bare mound, holding her in place, and fuck her as hard and fast as I can, my fingers slamming into her. It looks violent, her cries tortured until . . .

“Oh, my God, Lance!” she cries out, flying into an abyss, my hand the only thing tethering her to this place, still thrusting in and out, forcing more pleasure upon her.

My fingers drip with the evidence of how hard she came, her sweet girl cum coating my fingers. I give her a moment’s reprieve, sampling her honey from my own skin and groaning at the sweet taste.

Unable to hold back, I reach behind my head and rip my shirt over my head, tossing it without regard for where it’ll land. I unbutton my jeans, shoving them and my underwear down and off.

“You ready, Red?” I ask, notching my cock at her entrance.

“So ready,” she replies.

It’s heaven. Zero barriers between us, both finally naked, nothing hidden between us. Physically, mentally, or emotionally.

Though Charlotte is stunning, her red hair wild from her head thrashing, the blue of her eyes almost gone from the wide darkness of her pupils, her true beauty is inside her.

Her bravery.

That even when she’d been hurt, disappointed, and betrayed time after time, she courageously got back up and tried again.

I will never let her down. I will earn the faith she has in me every day for the rest of my life.

I shove into her, stretching her pussy around my thick cock even after that hard orgasm. But her cry is one of pleasure, tinged in the pain that only makes it feel better, that teetering edge she loves so much.

I don’t give her time to adjust. She doesn’t want it, not really. I just start fucking her, bottoming out with each stroke and battering her thighs with my hips. I grip her legs, pulling her to me as I thrust into her, making her take more, take all of me.

Her tits bounce, garnering my attention, and I lean forward to take one into my mouth. I bite and suck, pulling hard enough to raise a bruising mark on her fair skin. The pink connects the brown freckles, making them seem to encircle my mark.

“Do it again,” Charlotte orders, her hand cupping her other breast for a matching mark. I oblige, tracing along her fair skin, drawing lines with my tongue to memorize each tiny spot. Until I find one that makes her squirm.

There. I kiss the freckle first, swirling my tongue in a porn-inspired pirate’s version of ‘X marks the spot’ and when she arches, I latch on, nibbling at the skin before sucking hard.

I draw deeply as I mark her, plunging into her pussy as I roughly guide her hips. I can feel her velvet walls grasping me, and I pull off her breast long enough to tell her, “Come, Charlotte.”

Her hands grasp for me, one at my shoulder and one on my head, pulling me back to her chest for more. She explodes, her whole body shaking as she cries out my name. She squeezes me so tight, milking the cum from my balls, that I go with her, losing suction on her skin as I grunt out my pleasure through gritted teeth.

We’ve had sex, we’ve made love, and we’ve fucked. This is all of those mixed up together. A foundation of love and trust, with sparkly layers of fun and a future. We’re writing our own future, our own fairy tale.

Forever after.