The Charlotte Chronicles (Jackson Boys 1)

As she comes, I push another finger inside her, preparing her because she’s so tight I’m afraid I’ll hurt her. Our kiss has turned frantic and sloppy as she shakes around my fingers.

Rising up on my knees, I suck her liquid off my fingers. Her eyes widen in shock. “That’s one,” I say.

“One what?”

I lay my palm on her upper chest and drag it down to her stomach. Under my hand, she trembles. “One orgasm. I owe you nine tonight. One for every year we’ve been apart. When I’m done, those years will be part of our past.”

“Orgasms aren’t going to make up for everything.” There’s a dark warning in her words, but I recklessly ignore them.

“Let’s see what you have to say in the morning. Take your bra off,” I order as I move down her body. I’m desperate for the taste of her. I pull her panties down her legs and toss them on the table. Lowering myself to the floor, I kneel down between her legs. “Look at how beautiful you are. Your pussy is so pink and swollen. It looks like an exotic fruit. I can’t wait to eat it.”

She makes a strangled noise and puts her hand between her legs to cover herself. “I don’t think—”

“You’re right,” I interrupt. “No thinking. Only feeling.”

I realize that I’m going to have to be on all night because if I stop once, doubts will creep in. Well, game on. I have the stamina of a warrior, and this is the greatest battle I will ever face.

“I never ate you out enough when we were teenagers. Tonight you’re going to experience what it feels like to have a man between your legs.”

I dive in, sucking those juicy lips into my mouth and tonguing every inch of her. Whatever objections she had die on her tongue as she grabs my head. She’s starving for pleasure, and I’m hungry to give it to her. I press her legs open, as far apart as she’ll let me. I lose myself between them. Her spicy aroma fills my head, and the tangy sweet flavor of her arousal flooding my tongue. The rock hard appendage between my legs is begging to thrust into her. She’s going to feel so fucking fine.

I lap at her, spearing her with my tongue in rhythmic thrusts. Her breath is weak and shallow, coming in short pants above me. I peek up to see her head thrown back, her breasts taut and bouncy as her hips pulse against my mouth. One of her hands is dug into the cushions, the nails scoring the fabric, while the other is caught in my short hair urging me closer. Then I remember: she likes me to direct her. She probably is too shy or doesn’t realize what she enjoys. So I bite her tiny clit, and she goes off like a rocket.

Her scream can probably be heard three doors down. I keep licking and nipping as she squirms and bucks under my mouth.

I stand up. My dick is so hard it hurts. I pull down my cargo shorts, and her eyes widen at the sight. I’m commando because I didn’t want to waste time after running and showering with stupid things like clothes. After the beach, I sped home, took the shortest shower possible and threw on the top two things in my dresser, which were a PT shirt and a pair of ratty old shorts. I grab myself and give my cock a rough hard stroke and squeeze. “I’ve saved everything for you, baby. This cock only wants to be inside you. It only wants to feel your hand, your mouth, your pussy.”

“I—I don’t know what I want.” She’s flushed, aroused, and confused. That’s okay.

“I do. Your pussy wants this. I’m not using a condom, baby, because I’ve only been with you, and you’ve only been with me.”

“But what about pregnancy?”

“I’ll pull out.” It’s reckless, these promises.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says, but she licks her lips like she’s hungry for the taste of me on her tongue. I squeeze my cock harder and pre-cum seeps out the tip.

“Don’t deprive me of something we both want. You know you want to feel me without a barrier.” I step out of my shorts and reach for her. I’m not fucking Charlotte on a sofa after nine years of separation. “Where’s the bed?”

I carry her into the bedroom and throw her on top of the king sized bed. “You’re more beautiful than you’ve ever been, baby. I can’t stop looking at you.”

I push her legs apart and climb between them. “I’ll pull out,” I repeat. “I want to see my cum on you anyway.”

“Don’t think that this solves anything,” she warns. “Just because I want to have sex with you doesn’t mean we’re in any kind of relationship.”