Page 109 of Bittersweet Addiction


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“Hey,” he says as he pulls me into his lap. I wrap my legs around his back as he cups my face. “None of that is going to happen, alright? I’ve given my parents explicit instructions, and if they don’t follow them, we’re leaving. I won’t let them hurt you, Charley. I’ll protect you.”

I wake the next morning to kisses on my face and one hand rubbing my naked belly which eventually snakes down lower and lower until I feel his hand rubbing my sex. My eyes flutter open with the biggest smile on my face as I see Will staring down at me. “Good morning, beautiful,” he tells me before he presses a kiss to my lips. He moves the blanket off of me, exposing me to him and the cool air of the bedroom, and I whimper at the immediate loss of heat.

“Will, it’s cold!” I giggle.

“I’ll warm you,” he says with a devilish smirk before he moves so that he’s hovering on top of me and lines his cock up with my pussy. I feel my arousal forming as he coats his dick with my cum, dragging his dick through my folds, back and forth, grazing my clit each time. I feel the tingles in my core as I feel the orgasm building from the constant contact with my sensitive bundle of nerves. He strays away from my clit, much to my disappointment and begins to push inside as his hands find mine, lacing our fingers and pulling them above my head. He continues to thrust into me, his eyes boring into mine. It’s so intense I don’t dare look away, I can’t even blink.

“Oh God!” I moan as I feel him hit my cervix lightly and I squeeze my eyes shut in response.

“Eyes on me, baby,” he demands.

My eyes fly open, to find his piercing gaze staring at me. “Let my hands go,” I beg. “Please! I need to touch you.”

He frees my hands from his grip and within a second, my hands find the back of his head, my nails dragging along his scalp, through his hair. “Charley,” he groans. “You. Feel. So. Good.” I wrap my legs around him tighter and my arms around his neck.

“Kiss me,” I plead, knowing that his lips on my neck is one way to push me over the edge when I’m this close.

He attaches his lips to my neck, his tongue darting out to lick the skin behind my ear. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel your pussy pulse around my cock,” he whispers sinfully in my ear.

He says these things to me every time we’re intimate, and his words never fail to make me blush just like the first time.

My mind drifts back to thatfirst time.That first Monday in May that changed my entire life. It’s hard to believe that was seven months ago. Seven months ago, I jumped down the rabbit hole and I haven’t looked up since.

Seven months ago…

“Once I have a taste I don’t know that I’ll be able to stop.”

I look down at this man, my marriage counselor, kneeling in front of me, staring at my pussy like a starving man in line at a buffet, and I do the only thing I can think of. I nod.

He smiles, a wicked gleam in his eye and I can’t help but wonder if I just sold my soul to the devil. The deliciously sexy devil that is sliding my panties down my legs as we speak. “Sit.” He points at the couch and I do as he says, my legs touching so as to not expose myself to him. “Open them,” he tells me and I swallow, as I slowly open my legs showing him my completely bare pussy.

“You’re bare,” he says, his eyes never leaving the space between my legs.

“Yes,” I croak out, the lust having taken over my voice completely.

“Why?” he asks, and I can see the wheels in his head turning.If she’s not having sex, why bother with the landscaping?

“I…just prefer not to have hair. It…itches.”

He chuckles at my response before pulling me toward him so that my butt is on the edge of the couch and pushes me back gently. I feel his hands on my thighs and I almost jump feeling his fingertip draw circles into my skin. “You’re so wet for me.”

I nod.Do I tell him I’ve been fantasizing about this for months? That he’s the star of every single one of my sexy fantasies? That I’ve named my favorite vibrator Dr. Montgomery? No Charley, shut the fuck up! Don’t ruin this. He’s going to give you an orgasm, you remember what those feel like when someone else gives them to you, right?

“You’re in your head,” he tells me and words fail me instantly.

“I…I…” I stammer. “Sorry,” I say weakly, and within a second, he’s hovering over me, his mouth nowhere near my pussy, but dangerously close to my lips.

“Stop. With. The. Sorry,” he growls and for a split second I’m slightly afraid of this much larger man, towering over me while I’m naked, with the exception of my bra—but I see the amusement in his eyes and instantly it calms me. “I’ll break you of this one day.”

“I look forward to it,” I say and for the first time, I feel his lips against mine. It’s not passionate or consuming. It’s simple, and yet I feel the spark the second his lips touched mine. It was a kiss that held so much promise. It’s as if he’s saying,this is the first kiss of many. I don’t feel his tongue, just his lips, pressed against mine gently. When he pulls back, all of the air has left my lungs, and I know the look in his eyes matches the one in mine. I think he’s just as convinced that our lives just changed in that split second. “Wow,” I say, and my eyes widen slightly as I hear what I just said. I press my hands to my cheeks trying to cool them because it feels like all my blood has rushed to them.

I feel his lips trail down my torso and belly until he’s back between my spread legs. “Your body is phenomenal, Charley. I imagined it would be but…you are so beautiful.”

Before I can respond I feel his lips on my pelvis, gently pressing a kiss to my pubic mound. I let out a breath I hadn’t realized that I was holding as his tongue swirls around the same patch of skin. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if my cum was leaking out of me and onto his leather couch as I clench nervously.

He must notice that I’ve tensed slightly and he chuckles. “Don’t worry, Charlotte. I’ll make sure not a drop of you goes to waste.”

I feel like I could faint from his sexy words. He winks at me and then I feel it. His tongue.There.

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