Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

I know we hardly know each other but he feels so familiar to me. Like I have known him longer than he has let on.

I get the feeling there is something he is keeping from me, but right now I gotta let go of those suspicious feelings. I want to be in this moment with only him.

His greedy mouth and eager fingers continue their assault on my body, driving me wild into sensory overload. I may not remember my past, but I don’t think anyone has ever made me feel so cherished. So wanted. The desire this man is showing he truly feels for me is nothing like I remember having ever felt. I can sense it.

The way he is touching me and so focused on pleasing me and not himself says a lot. When I try to turn the attention on him he growls at me and grunts, stopping me from doing anything but receiving his lavish attention.

Two fingers work simultaneously inside me. Twisting in a come here motion, hitting me in just the right spot as his torturous mouth peppers kisses up my right side.

“Think I should ink my name here.” He traces the underside curve of my breast. “And maybe here.” He grips my ass.

I laugh. “You want to put your name on me?”

He

grins up at me lazily, never stopping finger fucking me.

“Why not?”

“Well the obvious. You don’t even know me,” I pant out the last part when he adds a third finger.

“I know you like it when I do this.” Hooking his fingers, he hits my sweet spot again and doesn’t relent.

My eyes are rolling back in my head as my hips arch.

“See, I know the good stuff and what I don’t know, we’ll figure it out.”

I start to respond but my voice is lost when he caps his mouth over my clit and sucks.

My orgasm rakes through me and my body trembles as he doesn't let up. He replaces his fingers with his tongue, obviously loving the way I taste as he hums a low, “Mmm.”

My legs feel like rubber as Charlie slides up my body, covering my mouth with his. His tongue sweeps along the inside of my mouth, giving me a taste of my flavor. I must confess tasting myself on his tongue and his lips turns me on.

Lining up with my pussy, he inches his cock into me slowly. A shudder ripples through him and I feel the muscles in his back flex as I rub along the smooth skin with my nails.

Once fully seated inside he draws back out at a languid pace to the head before slamming back in. He repeats the motion, circling his hips as they grind against me.

“Damn, princess, you feel so good. The way you’re squeezing my cock. Fuck.” Hearing the word princess gives me pause.

“Have you ever called me that before?”

“What?”

“Princess,” I say in a low whisper as he thrusts deeper.

“I don’t know...maybe,” he grunts, sliding his cock in and out faster and harder than before. “I call you a lot of things. Especially mine.”

At those words I melt all over again and wrap my legs around his waist, hooking them at the ankles. He lifts my hips and hammers into me, taking what he wants even though I am giving it to him freely. My heart. It's happening fast but I am falling for him.

“God, Charlie. I’m going to get off again.”

“Good,” he says into my mouth, kissing me once more.

Next thing I know he is flipping me over, head bowed down and ass up.

His fist tangles in my hair as he steadies my body with his free hand. Charlie hammers his cock into me with brutal force and I love every inch of it.

“You don’t happen to remember if you’re on any kind of birth control, do you?”