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It wasn’t much. A few blankets to pad between my body and the wood floor, and an old pillow from Charlie’s basement that probably hadn’t seen any use in years.
Let’s just say I was looking forward to making this bed smell like Charlie.
I let Charlie go, though I helped her out of her shirt first. She shivered when I went to unhook her bra, and I responded by running my lips along her shoulders and collarbone to warm her up. Honestly, I didn’t know why the girl wore a bra, especially to bed. It wasn’t like she needed it.
After tossing her shirt and bra aside, I laid her back, helping her rest her head on my pillow before yanking down her shorts and panties all at once.
The treehouse’s roof blocked out all light; it was damn near pitch black in here, so I couldn’t see much—but that was all right. It didn’t matter. I rectified that situation by running my hands along Charlie’s naked body, feeling the smooth skin of her stomach, her hips, and, yes, even those tiny tits.
Charlie shivered and squirmed as I touched her. How badly I wished I could see, how I wished I could see the dilated look in her eyes, the way her lips had undoubtedly parted as she panted to catch her breath, the twinge of color in her cheeks.
For now, sadly, I’d have to settle for the dark.
I tore my hands off her to slip off my shirt and fumble to kick my shoes off. The next thing that came off were my pants and the boxer briefs under them, and the moment my cock sprang free, the tip throbbed with need.
As I crawled over her once more, both of us now free of our clothes, anticipation thrummed in my veins, the carnal need to take this girl and make her mine almost overpowering.
My mouth found hers again, though I only kissed her once before asking, “Are you on anything?” It wouldn’t surprise me if she wasn’t. I wasn’t a fan of the pull-out method for obvious reasons, but if I had to, I would—as long as I got to feel her body wrapped around mine, I’d be a happy camper.
The happiest, actually.
But, to my surprise, Charlie whispered a faint, “Yes.”
If I wasn’t so eager to be inside her, I would’ve stopped and wondered about that. Why, oh why would Charlie be on some kind of birth control, hmm? She wasn’t dating anyone right now. Unless she’d never stopped taking it after she and Zak broke up—and if that meant she’d started to take it for Zak, well…
Let’s just say I knew I hated that asshole.
But now wasn’t the time to let my hatred for her ex consume me. No, right now, resting front and center in my mind, was Charlie herself—and the fact that she lay under me, completely naked, ready and wanting.
I reached between her thighs and spread her legs, and as I positioned my cock where it should be, I let my hands roam up her body again. This time, as my hands traveled up, they tweaked her nipples before tangling in her hair, and she sucked in a breath when she felt my tip prod her pussy’s entrance.
No more waiting. No more anticipation. It was finally time to make this girl mine.
Bearing my hips down against her, my cock pierced that sweet cunt. Inch after inch I filled her up, until she couldn’t take me anymore. Charlie let out the most feminine moan I’d ever heard, and for just the quickest of moments, I closed my eyes to revel in the feeling of her tight cunt wrapped around my cock.
Fuck. She felt good. She felt more than good. She was fucking heaven, and I was a demon who’d broken through its gates.
She was too small, though, because I couldn’t fuck her and kiss her at the same time. Her head was pretty much level with my chest, even with my hands curled tightly in her hair. I began to rock my hips, dragging my cock out of that mesmerizing, addicting cunt before pushing it back in. Slowly at first, but then my pace picked up, hard, fast jerks of my hips as my cock pummeled her core.
“Charlie,” I breathed her name out with a shudder. “You feel so fucking good.”
Charlie clearly wasn’t the type of girl who could speak while getting fucked, because all she could do was hold onto my sides and moan while my length pumped in and out of her. Every so often her inner core tightened, her walls clamping down on my cock, and each time it happened, I moaned along with her.
Fuck. I couldn’t think straight while balls-deep inside her. The only thing I could do was keep going, keep fucking her like there was no tomorrow. Make this moment between us last as long as it possibly could. Whenever it ended, whenever it was over, it’d be too damn soon.
While inside her, it was easy to forget the rest of the world. Easy to overlook the stings of pain in my gut—my body’s way of asking me why I was fucking when I’d so recently got stabbed. Easier to forget why I’d gotten stabbed in the first place. The only thing that mattered right now was the girl underneath me and the way her body combined explosively with mine.
I needed her. God fucking damn it, I needed her. I needed everything about her, every inch of her, every part of her, even her stupid grandma sweaters. I needed everything from Charlie.
I picked up my pace, fucking her harder, dragging my cock in and out of that tight cunt like a workout. I fought the way my balls clenched and the pressure in my gut threatened to spill. The need to last as long as I could, to prolong this moment between us, pushed out everything else.
She writhed under me, and I thought she was enjoying herself, but she pulled me back to reality by panting out, “Roll over.” Charlie apparently wanted me on my back—not something I would’ve expected from her.
Hey, I wasn’t going to complain. I stopped rocking my hips, wrapped an arm around her lower back, and flipped us so that I was the one on my back and Charlie was the one on top, and my cock never once left that tight pussy of hers.
She breathed hard, setting the pace for herself, rocking along my dick so slowly it was agonizing… but not in a bad way. As long as I was inside her, anything would feel good.
How I wished there was a little bit of light in this treehouse, so I could see her as she straddled me, as she bounced along my cock in a way that drew more moans out of her slender throat.
