Chapter 14

Mason

Fuck me.I’ve always found this girl irresistible. I’ve been dreaming of this moment for actual years, and the reality… It’s better.

Spread out and arched, those pretty lips have done the sweetest begging. I want to sink into her so bad, my balls are like fucking rocks, they’re clenched so tight and cum is tingling through my cock waiting to explode out.

But I’m going to wait.

Because one, she’s a little scared still. I saw it when she first locked eyes on my cock. I like to dominate, there is no denying that. But I want a woman who is getting as much pleasure from that as I am.

And Charlotte doesn’t just like my brand of sex. She loves it.

But she’s so new at this, it would be ridiculously easy to frighten her off. And so I’m going to treat her with care as I slowly lead her where I want us to go.

Cum starts to leak out the tip, dripping on her belly but she’s asked so nicely, that I force myself to wait, pushing her further up the bed so I can lock my mouth on her clit again. This one doesn’t tease. With brutal precision, I suck on her with enough force that she’s already shaking, her cries filling the room as she scratches at my shoulders, drawing blood. It only fuels me on, and I’ve got two fingers inside her, pushing on that spot deep in her that I know will break her wide open.

As much as I’m in a rush, I slow long enough to watch her face as screams my name, the orgasm ripping through her.

It’s the last shred of my control and I rear up, my cock in my hand, and with a few good pumps, I’m squirting cum all over her belly.

I squeeze my eyes shut a couple times because they’re blurring and I want to see this crystal clear.

The sight of my cum on her body is like laying claim and it might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen or done.

Until she runs her finger through it, spreading a line of it into her skin and then she brings her fingertip to her lips.

Tongue out, she licks the tip of her finger before she sucks it clean.

My cock is rock hard again in a second. It’s like I never even came. But her eyes are fluttering closed now, her arm settling above her head.

I know I’m going to need her again soon. But it can wait. For now, my girl needs some rest, and her care comes before anything else. “Where’s your ring, sweetheart?”

Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine. The soft grey depths hold me captive for a moment. “Jewelry holder. Bathroom.”

“A place for everything,” I say, pushing off the side of the bed and entering the bathroom. Grabbing a washcloth, I wet it with warm water before I pluck the diamond from the velvet folds of the holder.

Heading back out to the bedroom, she’s already asleep exactly where I left her. A satisfied smile curls my lips. I wore her out.

I slip the ring on her finger, her eyes fluttering open once again.

I told her that the engagement was part of the protection plan, and it is. But I like seeing the ring on her finger. It’s another claim that isn’t just for me. Any man will see it and know…

I take the cloth, and gently clean her up. “I’ve got a big soaking tub,” I say as I cast the cloth aside. “Tomorrow, you are taking a bath.”

“Mmm,” she murmurs as she curls onto her side.

I slip into the bed, pulling the covers up over us both, nestling her back against my front.

Her skin slides against mine like silk and lace as I wrap my arm around her. She’s already fallen back to sleep and I kiss the top of her head, closing my eyes too. I don’t think I’m going to sleep, not after everything that’s happened tonight, but she’s warm and soft. Settling her even closer, I slip off to sleep within seconds.

I don’t wake until the sun is rising, unusual for me, but when I do, Charlotte is still nestled against my body, her scent wrapped about me.

I bend down a bit, kissing her head, the scratches on my shoulders pulling as she stirs against me. “Good morning,” she murmurs in this sultry sleepy voice.

“Good morning,” I answer a small smile tugging at my lips. I don’t do sleepovers. Then again, I’ve never let a woman move in, either.

Charlotte is a lot of firsts for me too.

I skim my fingers down her arm and then under the covers, tracing the narrow curve of her waist and the flare of her hips.

She feels so good, I’m hard enough to cut glass before I’m even sinking my fingers into her slick folds.

She moans, her legs parting for me, and I let out a satisfied growl as I start massaging my fingers through her pussy.

She gives the slightest wince, and I ease back, knowing she’s sore. But if the goal was to dump enough cum to think straight before my meeting this morning, I’m not even close.

If anything, the buzzing in my brain has only intensified. I want to touch her, explore her, mark her with my cum.

I keep my touch light and easy, slowly working her back to the point where she’s not wincing but panting.

This time, I want more than a jerk though, so kneeling next to her, I toss the covers back, and roll her onto her back and, parting her legs, bury my face between her thighs.

She tastes so fucking good. Not something you tell a woman, but she’s going to have trouble keeping my mouth from her pussy. I could eat her all day.

I run my tongue from tip to tip, cum already boiling in my balls thinking of being inside that sweet pussy.

But I’m totally distracted when her soft, small hand wraps around my cock. I growl out my satisfaction, lifting up to see her fingers wrapped about me, the pale skin of her hand in sharp contrast to my raging erection.

It’s gorgeous, and sometime in the not-too-distant future, I will let her touch me like this for as long as she wants.

But right now, much as I am the man who waxed poetic about delaying gratification, I need some.

And I’m looking for more than her soft little hand…fantastic as it is.

Which is why I swing one of my knees to the other side of her ribs. Bending down, I lap her clit again, the position naturally dangling my cock right in her face.

Charlotte takes the hint and her tongue darts out to lick the pearl of cum that has collected on tip.

“Fuck,” I rumble into her skin, my eyes closing. Her scent is all around me as her lips start nibbling at my cock.

Suddenly more impatient than I’ve been for anything in a very long time, I push past her lips, the engorged head sinking into her mouth.

It feels so good that I keep going, Charlotte’s mouth opening for me to accommodate my girth as my cock slides along her tongue.

She takes me in with only a slight choke and I pull back out, a small graze of her teeth just making it better as I dive back into my breakfast. I eat her like a starving man and soon I’m pumping in and out of her mouth as I work three fingers into her tight pussy.

Charlotte’s going to have to build up to my cock and this is the best way I can think of to help her prepare.

If it hurts, she doesn’t show any signs, her hips moving to the frantic rhythm I’ve set, her moans of pleasure muffled by my erection pumping in and out of her mouth. It’s fast and messy and so fucking fantastic. When she starts to squeeze my fingers, her thighs tremble and I’m on the edge of cumming too.

The fire raging inside me is unlike any other I’ve ever felt, and I know in this moment, I’m not fucking her out of my system.

The more I get, the more I’m going to want.

She explodes underneath me and it’s my cue to let go, the orgasm tearing a roar from my throat as I pump into her mouth, her fingers digging into my hips, pulling me closer.

But I pull out, spinning around and gathering her against my chest before she’s even finished the tremors of her own orgasm.

I bury my hand in her hair. “Charlotte,” I say, rough and raw as I gather her closer. “Sweetheart.”

One of her arms wraps about my shoulders, her fingers skimming down my back. “Oh wow,” she breathes in my ear. “I’m not sure how I’m even going to walk today.”

That pulls a rough laugh from my lips, as I hold her even tighter. Does she have any idea what those words do to me? Does she want to bind me tighter to her? It’s working. “So don’t.”

She leans back and gives me a lazy smile. “A day in bed? Are you staying with me?”

I frown, my body stiffening, and I know she feels it. That slight withdrawal. I have my family today. Business. And then there’s Leo and the fight we just had.

“I wish I could, sweetheart. But I’ve got…” I taper off thinking about the meeting I scheduled this morning. Leo and I are about to face off again. The problems are coming in from all sides and I’m going to need all my wits to make it through this mountain of problems.

So why do I just want to stay in bed with Charlotte? Since my father died, it’s been all fight and nothing soft. No sweetness.

Then again, do I even deserve sweet? More specifically, do I deserve Charlotte?

“I know,” she sighs. “I’ll just miss you, that’s all.”

“I’ll miss you too,” I answer, meaning the words. I get up from the bed, cradling her in my arms and carry her toward the door.

“Where are we going?” she asks, her arms wrapping about my neck.

“The bath. Remember? We’ve got make certain we’re taking good care of you. Because when I get home tonight…”

The waiting is nearly over. Charlotte is about to be fully and completely mine. It’s a dangerous emotion, but I’m starting to feel as though I would be willing to burn down the world to keep her.

The problem…that’s exactly how my father ended up dead in a gutter.