Never Say Never (The Ladies Who Brunch 1)

Pulling out, I thrust forward, memorizing the feeling of how tight her pussy is gripping me, how wet she is for me, and the noises she’s making as I find a pace we like and start fucking her as I promised.

I lose track of time as I keep sliding in and out of her while she digs her nails into my back. And from how hard she’s gripping me, I’m sure she’s going to leave marks.

But I don’t care. I want Charlotte to mark me, to claim me like I’m claiming her right now. I can’t remember the last time I felt so overcome with need for someone—in fact, I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this way at all.

I lean over her and find her lips, kissing her as I piston my hips, making sure to press forward as far as I can on each drive because she lets out a moan of pleasure every time I do. And then I feel her tightening around me, her breathing growing ragged, so I reach down between us and start to circle her clit.

“Oh, God, Damien…yes, right there…” And with a few more deep thrusts, she falls apart as I fuck her through her release, drawing out every last tremor.

“You’re so fucking hot when you come and scream my name,” I say in her ear, licking her neck and biting her gently as I continue to slide in and out, slowly and luxuriously, as her body twitches and she cries out like she can’t take anymore. “Get on your knees again, Char.” I help her up and watch her move around before she shakes her ass in my face and presses up against me. Without hesitation, I smack her white skin, watching it turn pink before my eyes.

“Oh shit,” she moans, resting her forehead on the bed.

So I do it again on the other cheek. “You like that, babe?”

“God, yes. Damien…” she pleads as I drop another strike of my palm against her skin.

“Fuck, Charlotte.” I line myself up to her entrance and drive forward once more, looking down to watch my dick disappear inside of her before repeating the process all over again. “I can’t believe I’m buried inside of you right now.” Concentrating on lasting as long as I can, I pump my hips and soak up the sounds of our bodies connecting as Charlotte lets out a breathy moan.

“Right there…” she cries, gripping the comforter beneath her as I squeeze her hips for more leverage. “Fuck me harder, Damien. Deeper.”

Using all of the energy I can muster, I slam my hips into her ass, watching her body tighten and struggle against my brute force. But her cries of pleasure tell me she loves it.

Fuck. I love it too. Sex with Charlotte Montgomery is annihilating every fantasy I’ve ever had about this. The real thing is so much better.

I stick my thumb in my mouth, wetting my digit before pressing it up against her asshole, waiting for her reaction.

With a glance over her shoulder, she bites her bottom lip. “Do it.”

Without any hesitation, I press my thumb inside of her as I continue to fuck her, and her sounds grow louder. Pumping my hips like my life depends on it, I make sure to give her the depth she wants, the pressure she needs, and when I feel her start to clamp around me, I know she’s about to come undone—and so am I.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come, Damien!” Her cries follow in an instant as I fuck her through her release again, waiting until she’s over the precipice before finally emptying my release into the condom.

As I feel the last drop leave my body, I fold myself over her back, kissing her gently between her shoulder blades and finding the base of her neck, moaning against her skin. Struggling for air and words, I slide out of her slowly then collapse to the mattress beside her. “Holy shit.”

Charlotte’s eyes remain closed, but her breathing is heavy. “I second that.”

As we lie there for a minute and I replay every second back, I feel Charlotte move toward me, resting her head on my chest and draping an arm across my stomach. It takes a few more moments before she speaks. “I’m still mad at you,” she whispers as I glance down at her and see her staring up at me.

“I’m mad at me too.”

“But I meant what I said…”

“What?”

“I like you too, Damien. Just please…” she trails off as I twist on my side to face her.

“Please what, Char?” I reach up and brush her hair from her face so I can watch her eyes sparkle in the light coming through the window.

“Please don’t lie to me again. And no more secrets.”

“I promise.”