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Thank God.

Charlie cupped my head to deepen the kiss, and our tongues moved together like lost lovers reunited. I gasped as his teeth gripped my bottom lip and tugged.

“I’ve been wanting to bite this lip all day,” he growled. I squirmed as he ran his hands up my ribs and under my shirt to cup my breasts. “And these perky little nipples have been begging for attention.” He pinched them, and I panted.

“Charlie. Please,” I groaned and wriggled as an ache bloomed in my center.

“Please what?” he teased as he kissed my neck in slow, gentle touches that left his lips dragging across my skin, making me shudder and bite my lip. My panties were soaking.

I was mindless with lust and couldn’t form sentences as my core clenched, desperately seeking relief.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

“Yes,” I hissed.

“Is your pussy wet for me?” He slipped his hand into my jeans and panties, separated my nether lips, and found the pool of slick gathering there. “Oh, baby, you are soaked. Is this for me?”

He dipped a finger in the wetness but pulled back to spread it over my aching clit, which he then caressed in circular motions. I closed my eyes, tilting my head back and pushing my hips into his torturous hand, my chest heaving, breathless from lust.

With his other hand, he plucked my nipple and cupped my breast. When he bit my neck, causing a pinch of pain, it all became too much, and I sobbed as my orgasm came screaming through me like a bolt of lightning.

I was shaking and panting when I opened my eyes to see Charlie’s smug smile. “Charlie, that was …”

“I know.” I reached for the button on his jeans where I could see the outline of his erection straining against the fabric, but he stopped me. “No more for tonight. You’re probably sore from Mr Monster, and all I want is to be inside you, fucking you hard until you come like that around my cock.”

My breath hitched. “But you—”

He shrugged. “Baby, I’m not going to die if I don’t come.”

I assessed his seriousness for a moment before I stood and held out my hand. “Let’s go to bed.”

“You mean the bed with the giant golden titan in it?”

CHAPTER17

ZAIDE

My cock was throbbing with the remnants of pleasure that wasn’t my own. As the door to the bedroom squeezed open, Charlie and Clawdia tiptoed inside. Clothes rustled and dropped to the floor, and quiet giggles were hushed as they tried not to disturb me.

After Charlie’s amorous behavior throughout the day, I wasn’t surprised when I felt the pleasure from Clawdia. He’d made it clear he was going to share. I was only disappointed I couldn't watch.

But there’s always another time.

The bed sagged as Clawdia crawled on, and I felt her hovering over me, her breath on my skin as she pressed a kiss to my forehead and then snuggled down against my chest.

“We aren’t going to fit,” Charlie whispered.

Clawdia hissed, “Get in here.”

“If he grabs my arse in the night, thinking it's you, I can promise this’ll be the last sleepover we have.”

I sighed and opened my eyes. In the darkness, I saw the outline of Charlie standing at the side of the bed, glaring. “Your hairy backside is safe, Charlie. Come to bed. It’s late.”

“It’s not hairy,” he muttered and sighed. “Fine. This is going to be cozy.”

“Zaide, I'm sorry. Did we wake you?” Clawdia asked, tilting her head back to look at me.

I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her tight against me as Charlie squeezed into the bed. “I wasn’t asleep, Little Cat.”

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