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GIBSON
Bridget once told me to treat her house and my little apartment as my own. And with bedtime for Brandon and the twins over an hour ago, I drive to the house, walking into the front room, my fingers interlaced with Care’s—leading her to my room.
“Well, hello, guys.” Bridget’s voice croons from the couch, a book in her hands, and Simon is sitting at the end of it, rubbing her feet.
“Hey, Bridge, Simon,” I begin, pulling Charis with me to the door leading to my own space.
“You guys want to join us for some coffee or wine?” she calls out.
“Not tonight, Bridge,” I say when I hear Simon’s voice float down the hallway.
“You trying to cock block your best mate, love?” he asks and all I can hear is the loud gasp of Bridget, followed by a cackle of a laugh.
Charis follows me up the stairs to my room. We barely clear the top step when I push her up against the nearest wall. I simply look at her. The green of her eyes pierces me with her own need, and the ringlets of her hair frame the perfection of her face.
“Tell me to stop, tell me you don’t want this.” I’m kissing her neck as I say these words and fuck, I hope I’ve read her signals right.
“If you stop, you’ll leave me needy and I don’t want to go home without a release. My vibrator is a little loud.”
I let out a stifled laugh. “The visions you have painted, sweetheart, might just get me through lonely nights.”
I bring my face in front of her own. “Let me give you that release, my Greek Goddess. I want to hear you say my name when I make you come. I need to taste you, let me taste your sweetness.”
She stops in her tracks. “Have I made you speechless, sweetheart?”
“That. All of that. I want all of that.”
I pick up her tiny body and throw her over my shoulder, only to turn and walk the three steps to my bed and place her lightly on it. From the dresser drawers nearest me, I grab a tie. “Can I?” I ask.
She gives me her hands and I fasten them together, only to bind the end to the post of my bed. “Let me please you. Don’t worry about a thing.”
“Yes, Sir.” Without any instruction, she’s so willing to please.
“My good girl, my sweetheart—just say the word, anything, and I stop.”
“Yes, Sir.” I’ve not explained anything to her, yet she understands what I want, what I need. Just as much as I want Stone to care for me, I have to care for Charis.
Her jeans are the cock blocker now, and I unbuckle them, unzipping her pants, peppering kisses up and down her stomach. Her moans are muffled, and we’ve only gotten started. I slide her jeans down her ivory legs, revealing the red lacy panties covering what I really want. “You’re worth so much, sweetheart. You are worth waiting. Tell me to wait, and I will, just to prove to you you’re everything I need.”
She pulls in a strangled breath. “Don’t you dare, please, Sir.”
Oh, that last Sir makes my cock almost jump with joy. “Just know, goddess, I’ll take care of you. I’ll make it so good, and when you think I’m done, I’ll do it all over again and again.”
“Oh, Lord, yes. Yes, make it good for me, Gibson. Please.”
I stand just long enough to strip her in one fluid motion. Her red lacy panties remain on her beautiful ass. Yeah, I’ve seen it enough in a pair of tight jeans and now I’m about to see it bare. And there’s so much more to take in.
“I hate to strip you of these beautiful panties, but I can’t wait to see you, all of you.” And when I pull them off, with my teeth, I take in everything that is Charis. “Fuck, Care, you’re amazing.”
I take it slowly and fuck me sideways, I’m so hard when she’s bare before me. No carpet to match the drapes. Just the way I’ve imagined her. “Shit. I may not be able to be too gentle with you. But hell, sweetheart, I’ll forever make sure your needs come first.”
I lean over enough, my tongue making contact with her wet folds and fuck, the taste is like eating fresh peach pie in the summer time.
Her muffled sounds cause my hardening erection to ache, and I can’t for the life of me take it easy as I lick her, flicking her clit. Her squirms tell me everything I need to know. “You’re so responsive.”
She continues to tell me her need when she bucks her hips, demanding more. “I’m in charge, my sweet little Greek Goddess. Trust me to please you.”
Her breaths are labored at first, but she responds after I’ve stopped all attention. “Yes, Sir.” It’s music to my ears, and I reward her with my tongue again.
