The Love Series: Volume 3

I couldn’t wait any longer. I went up onto my knees and tenderly spread her legs apart, admiring her bare, wet pussy. I loved being able to see how drenched she was, how pink and swollen, how needy. “You looked like you’re ready for my fat cock,” I grunted. That wasn’t a euphemism. My girth was well above average, which was why I’d been so concerned about preparing her.

Charlotte squirmed and nodded rapidly. “Please, Rhett. I need you so much.”

I put just the tip in her tight channel and bent over to kiss her. “I love you,” I whispered.

My girl beamed at me and cupped my face in her hands. “I love you, too.”

Slowly, I began to push in, stopping whenever it seemed she’d been stretched too far and I needed to let her adjust. When I reached her hymen, I paused and gazed down at her face. “Are you ready to be mine?”

Charlotte smiled and nodded.

“Once I pop this sweet little cherry, I own you. Is that clear? No one else touches what’s mine.” The truth was, we’d already passed that point. I would never let her go, but taking her virginity and knocking her up would help seal the deal.

I pushed past the barrier and swallowed her cry of pain with a soul-deep kiss. It wasn’t long before she squirmed experimentally, and I growled, “Move like that again, and you’re gonna push me past the point of no return, baby.”

Her answer was to wiggle a little more, and I lost my damn mind.

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I groaned. I wasn’t even all the way in, and already I was fighting back my orgasm from the way her walls were clamped around me. With one last deep thrust, I bottomed out, all ten inches sheathed in her iron grip. I wasn’t sure I’d even be able to pull out.

I put my lips to her ear and whispered, “Relax, baby.”

She tensed for another moment, then her muscles loosened enough for me to withdraw and drive back in. “Fuck!” I bellowed just as Charlotte cried out in ecstasy.

“More,” she begged.

I started a gentle pace, but as her pussy squeezed me tighter and her nails dug into the flesh of my ass as she clutched my cheeks, I couldn’t hold back. “Fuck, Charlotte! Yeah, baby, milk my cock. Fuck!”

“Yes! Oh, Rhett! Don’t stop!”

Grunting from the effort, I pounded in and out of her, knocking the bed into the wall with every thrust. A tingle started at the base of my spine, and my balls were heavy.

“You’re unprotected, right, baby?” I clarified. Charlotte’s head was thrown back, crying out with every drive of my cock into her channel.

“Uh-huh,” she rasped before shouting, “Rhett! Oh, yes! Yes!”

It was all I could take, and my climax slammed into me just as Charlotte screamed and broke apart.

My dick exploded, and seemingly endless jets of come sprayed deep in her womb.

“Fuck, Charlotte! Oh, fuck!”

My eyes flew open as I called her name, and my cock spilled all over my stomach. Shit. My heart was racing, my breath coming in rough pants, and I felt completely drained.

I was used to dirty dreams about my girl, but nothing had ever felt like this. It must have been texting with Charlotte earlier. My brain turned as I stared up at the ceiling and tried to calm down.

If sex with Charlotte was like that in a dream, the real thing just might kill me.

4

Rhett

4 months later

I’d been a son of a bitch for the last several months. Growling or outright yelling at pretty much anyone who approached me. Being sexually frustrated did that to a guy. And ever since the night I walked Charlotte through that fantasy, she’d been avoiding me. She still read my texts but never responded. And she’d been extremely careful not to be caught alone with me in a place where I could seduce her.

Unfortunately, my irritability had exacerbated my jealousy, and I’d been a dick to just about every man who came within five feet of my woman. Which earned me more glares and silent treatments from her.

It was time to step up the game. Because if she didn’t let me catch her soon, I was going to snap and kidnap her sexy ass.

A squeal from the outer office caught my attention, and I raised my eyebrows in shock to see Lois practically falling all over herself to get around her desk. When she was finally free, she ran over to a woman who was holding a baby. Lois grabbed up the little cherub, and the woman laughed...the sound was familiar. I stood and walked closer to the window to get a better look.

Green eyes.

Cherub face.

Rosebud mouth.

Long, straight copper hair.

She was the spitting image of my Charlotte with the exception of straight hair and her eyes were a little more jade than emerald.