Deal Makers (Dealing with Love 3)

Me: So, I’ll see you tomorrow?

Charlee: Tomorrow at 5. *wink emoji

Me: I’ll text you if we get a call and that changes, otherwise I’ll see you then. *wink emoji *wink emoji

Charlee: Over and out.

I pocket my phone and smile, thinking that five o’clock tomorrow cannot get here soon enough.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

Viva Las Vegas!

DREW

“Come over here and make this marriage official, Big Guy.”

The words are barely out of Charlee’s mouth before I’m caging her in on the bed, being mindful not to put my full weight on her. Her legs fall to the side, encouraging me to settle in between. I rest my forehead against hers and we both watch as I carefully rub the head of my dick against her clit. Now, pussies can take a good pounding—literally—but that little nub up top is a different story. I’ve had my face between Charlee’s thighs for the last hour. She came three times in the limo and once earlier in the evening. I know that her nerve endings down there are frayed from the attention I’ve already given them. Putting too much pressure on her now would hurt and that’s the exact opposite of what I’m shooting for. Hence, why I’m currently testing the waters.

Charlee gasps. “Oh God.”

I follow the delicate curve of her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. “Too much?”

Her back arches as I slide all nine inches against her. “In a good way. Please, Drew.”

I swirl my tongue against her nipple. “Please what, Charlee?”

“Please fuck me, you asshole!”

I groan when she wraps her small hand around my shaft and strokes me from root to tip. As much as I want to drive straight into her love tunnel, I can’t resist the urge to tease her a little more.

“Such strong language from such a delicate lady.”

Charlee growls. “Drew, I swear to fucking God, I will show you some really motherfucking strong language if you don’t put your goddamn dick inside of me in the next thirty seconds.”

I thrust into her hand once more. “You want this, honey?”

She huffs and throws her arm to the side, blindly reaching for the condoms. When she finds them, she rips the top one open and offers it to me. “Put this on, wiseass.”

I raise my eyebrows in challenge. “You put it on.”

I sit back on my knees, my dick standing in attention. Charlee gets on her knees as well and begins rolling the condom down my length with a fair amount of aggression. Her teeth are gritted and she’s practically glaring a hole through my dick, but she’s doing it nonetheless. Do you know what’s better than delayed gratification, folks? Say it with me now: Angry sex.

And do you know what you get when you combine angry sex with hotel sex? Pure fucking awesomeness, that’s what.

As soon as I’m covered, Charlee straddles me, positioning herself right above my tip. “You’re such a jerk.”

I band my left arm around her back and scoot backwards until my shoulders hit the headboard. “Feel free to take your frustration out on my dick, sweetheart.”

She lowers herself just enough for the tip to slide in. Her eyes widen when she attempts to go further and feels the stretch. Now, I don’t mean to brag or anything, but not only is my dick long and hard, but it’s also thick. Not in a freakshow kind of way, where I might as well be fisting the chick, but there’s definitely more girth than the norm. Every woman I’ve ever been with needs to take it real slow on that first ride down the flagpole. Charlee is so wet she’s fucking dripping, but she’s no exception to that.

“Fuuuuuuuck,” we both moan as she sinks down a few inches.

Everything inside of me is demanding to thrust upward but I’m trying to let her adjust so I hold still.

“Holy shit, Drew,” she pants as she takes it down another couple inches. “I really don’t want to inflate your ego any further, but I don’t know if I can take it all. I’m pretty sure you’re already hitting my uterus.”

“You can do it, honey,” I quip. “I believe in you.”