Chapter 8

eight

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Alex

I sprint after Charlie, my heart pounding in my chest with every determined step.

She's fast, but my longer strides close the gap between us until I'm just a breath away. With a gentle but firm grip, I catch her wrist, spinning her around to face me. Her green eyes flash with surprise, then something fiercer.

"Charlie," I pant, not just from the chase but from the surge of emotion that tightens my throat.

"That wasn't part of our agreement!" she shouts at me. "Kissing me, it wasn't…it wasn't…" she babbles, her furious gaze clouded with tears of anger.

"I only asked you to be my fake date because you turned down a real one!" I tell vehemently, my truth spilling out in a rush.

Her eyes widen, and for a moment, she's speechless—a rare victory for me.

"I'm infatuated with you! No, wait. Infatuated doesn't even begin to cover it," I confess, my voice raw with honesty. "I'm obsessed with you, Charlie. From the moment I first saw you…I can't stop thinking about you."

The air between us crackles, charged with tension and unspoken desires.

Her beautiful chest is heaving up and down.

I'm breathing heavily.

Our eyes lock.

My eyes flick down to her puffy pink lips…

Then, our bodies collide.

My hands roam over her curves, feeling the heat of her through the fabric of her clothes, while hers tangle in my hair, pulling me closer.

"Alex," she gasps, and that's all the consent I need.

With a growl of possessive need, I claim her mouth with mine, devouring her sweet taste. She tastes like cherries and innocence and sin wrapped all into one delicious cocktail.

I don't even know where the fuck we're at, but I maneuver us into an alcove. I think we're in a motherfucking alley, but I don't care.

I pull her dress up and cup the delicious globes of her ass as I lift her. Her legs wrap around me, and I put my hand between us only long enough to free my aching dick.

My cock prods at her dripping wet hole, and then I'm pushing into her.

Mother fucker , she's tight! "How is this pussy so damn tight?" I grit out.

"Because it's my first time," she gasps.

My blood boils with desire and possession at her words. "Oh fuck, baby, don't tell me that. I'm already going crazy over you. You want me to go completely insane? Do you mean to tell me my cock is the first one to ever be in this sweet thing?"

Charlie gasps as I go an inch futher, her arms wrapping around me tightly as she manages a shaky, "Uh-huh."

"Then know this," I grab her chin and force her to look at me, "I'm going to be the only cock ever inside this sweet pussy. You hear me?"

"Yes," she whimpers as her pussy pulsates around me. Holy hell, is she already coming?

"That's a good girl," I praise her. "You come on this dick on you want because it's all yours, baby."

I thrust the rest of the way inside her, burying all my inches as deep as I can go and as I take what she willingly offers, I know I'm claiming more than just her body.

I'm marking her soul—just like she's marked mine.

The realization she's untouched sends a primal thrill through me, and I'm gentler now, worshiping every inch of her with my lips and tongue as I move within her.

"God, Charlie, you're so perfect," I groan, mesmerized by the way her body stretches and yields to mine. "So damn hot... all these curves...made just for me."

Her moans are my undoing, and as I stroke my cock in and out of her delicious pussy, I lean down to whisper fiercely against her ear, "I'll never use a condom, Charlie. Never . Never want anything between us."

"Alex!" she screams my name, and that's my undoing. I feel my load rocketing up my stalk, and then I'm flooding her pussy with my seed.

I come so much, there's no way in hell I'm not going to get her pregnant, and that's alright with me because this woman is going to be my wife.

"Every sweet inch of you belongs to me," I tell her, and I seal that vow with a deep, searing kiss that promises eternity.