The Charlotte Chronicles (Jackson Boys 1)

Charlotte grabs my face and gives me a helluva kiss with a lot of tongue.

“What was that for?” I’m short of breath again, but it’s not from laughing. She blows my mind. Sixteen years of marriage and three kids have not dampened my need for her one bit.

“Your dad actions are so damn sexy.” She wiggles out of her skirt to display a pair of sheer lace panties with ribbon ties at the hip. “Come and get your reward.”

I slink down the bed so I have a better view of her pussy. “Want to take this off?” I tap the leg.

“Nah, let’s give her a work out. See if it can make it through one of my most important activities.”

“Fucking?” I smirk.

“Making love to my husband.”

“Well, when you put it like that.” I open my mouth and suck her through the thin material. She spreads her thighs wide for me, opening herself to be devoured. I’ll never tire of hearing her call me her husband. It’s awesome.

And it’s even more awesome to be kissing her pretty pussy. She tastes like a sweet, tart fruit and looks just as juicy. I pull on the ribbon ties and enjoy the spectacle of the wet fabric clinging to her lower lips. I peel them away to see her cunt in all its aroused glory.

“What have you been thinking about, Charlotte?” I stroke a finger up one side of her swollen lips down the other. She trembles under my touch, under my gaze.

“You, of course.”

“What was I doing?”

“You were fucking me.” Her eyes are lit up with happiness.

I shove a finger inside her. She gasps but grinds down. Leaning forward, I take her mouth, sucking on her pouty lips, licking her saucy tongue. She moans—or maybe it’s me—and I feel the vibrations of our sounds of pleasure.

I jack my fingers into her harder and faster while rubbing her clit with my thumb. She rides my hand, clinging to my shoulders and devouring me back. She comes around my hand, coating my fingers with her juice, jerking wildly in my arms. I swallow her cries and fumble with the button and zipper on my jeans so I can shove my aching cock inside her.

She shoves my inept hand away and releases me. Still holding me, she guides me to her hot center. I die a little. I am revived a whole lot.

Fucking, making love, it’s all the same with her.

It’s me inside of her body, coming home where there’s nothing but love. We waited so long, fought so hard, because the prize was so goddamn worth it.