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With sparkling blue eyes, Auggie takes two steps to me, slides his palms on my cheeks, and smiles wickedly. “My mission for tonight is to make you scream so fucking loud when you come, little Zachary Morgan comes knocking on our door to check on his beloved Auntie Charlotte.”
23
AUGGIE
All it takes is one deep kiss, and we’re both instantly ravenous, even before making it to the bed. The way we’re going at each other, you’d think we’ve both been celibate and horny for a decade, while awaiting this precise moment. How is it possible we’re boththishungry for each other, yet again? For my part, my desire for Charlotte is endless. Infinite. Off the charts. Mind-blowingly all-consuming. I can’t get enough of this addictive woman. And by the way Charlotte’s currently clawing at my shirt to get it the fuck off, I think it’s pretty clear she’s feeling a similar addiction.
My shirt off and hurled across the bedroom, Charlotte progresses to the metal buttons on my jeans. I help her out and get myself completely naked in lightning speed, while Charlotte quickly does the same. When we’re both freed of our pesky clothes, I push Charlotte’s back against the nearby wall with a thud that’s probably got Zach’s ears ringing down the hallway and kiss the hell out of her there, while the tip of my hard dick nudges into her belly. When we arrived earlier, we put our bags on the bed, and I’m unwilling to delay our horny crazy-train for a split-second—not even long enough to clear off the bed.
We’re making out like wild animals now. Moaning, groaning, and groping while smashing our bodies together like our lives depend on it—and it’s fucking amazing. This entire day with Charlotte has been incredible, from the moment I got home from school and Charlotte showed me those videos to this moment right here. To top it all off,todayis the first day since all this craziness started that Charlotte and I didn’t do a single show. That wasn’t our plan; the day just got away from us. The end result, however, is that now, more than ever, Charlotte feels likemine. Like my real-life, actual girlfriend, rather than my fuck buddy or porny business partner. At this point, my relationship with Charlotte, whatever it is, feels better and more naturalthan any official romantic relationship I’ve ever had. In fact, it’s better than any relationship in my wildest dreams.
Groaning with excitement, I pin Charlotte’s arms above her head against the wall with one hand while stroking between her legs with the other. After a few strokes, when I sink my fingers deep inside her, she moans and begs me to fuck her. But I’m not going to do that, despite how wet she is for me. How urgently she’s asking for it and how badly I want it.Not yet. I use the wetness from her pussy to make her clit slick, and then massage that hard nub around and around with my fingertips, until Charlotte’s legs wobble and her breathing turns labored and erratic. As her pleasure spirals higher and higher, Charlotte begins whimpering and gyrating her pelvis, like her body isachingto be penetrated.
I release her hands, so I can properly finger fuck her while also continuing my assault on her clit. And that does it. After only a few seconds into my dual attack, Charlotte stiffens and groans, and then comes so hard, and with such a load groan, I quickly cover her mouth with my palm to keep Zach firmly in his bed.
My cock hard and straining and my heart racing, I pick up Charlotte by her bare ass and sit down with her on the edge of the bed. She doesn’t hesitate. With animalistic passion, Charlotte slams herself down onto my cock, all the damned way, and begins riding me like she’s a cowgirl riding a mechanical bull at a honkytonk.
As Charlotte gyrates rhythmically on top of me, I devour her lips and grope her ass. And it doesn’t take long before we’re both absolutely frenzied. The energy between us is so explosive, in fact, so intense and all-consuming, I feel perilously close to blacking out with pleasure.
When Charlotte begins making telltale sounds—the ones that signal she’s close—I slide a fingertip into her ass crack and apply gentle pressure to her anus. At this latest stimulation, she moans and groans and moves on top of me, even more feverishly, but she doesn’t come.She needs more.
I nibble at her neck and jawline. I press my lips against her ear and tell her she’s a drug and I’m an addict. That sex has never felt this fucking incredible. I tell her she’s hot. Sexy. Beautiful.Perfect. The hottest woman alive. And after only a few minutes, she’s positivelyferal.
While I’m balls-deep inside her, Charlotte throws her head back, groans loudly, and unleashes a kind of bliss on both of us that’s got to be leagues better than any drug the “Just Say No” folks warned us about as kids. As Charlotte’s innermost muscles ripple forcefully against my cock inside her, I’m catapulted to another dimension. Hurtling through space. She’s coming. I’m coming. And the result is a euphoria, the likes of which I’ve never experienced—a moment of white-hot, sublime pleasure that’s unrivaled by anything I’ve felt before. Forevermore, every time I have sex with any subsequent partner, this feeling right here will be the “white whale” I’ll be chasing across proverbial oceans. Sadly, however, I already know nobody and nothing will evercompare to this, because nobody will ever compare to Charlotte McDougal. She’s the best I’ll ever have. The hottest woman alive.And I’m in love with her.
Fuck.
The realization makes me shudder again, one last time, even as my orgasm winds down.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I’m in love with her.
I’m not falling for Charlotte.
I’m noten route.
I’ve arrived.
I’m at my destination.
I love her.
With all my fucking heart.
As I ponder that inconvenient truth—that predicament, since I know Charlotte doesn’t feel the same way about me—she wraps her thighs around me and bursts into tears.Worried, I lean my head back and take her face in my palms.
“Are you hurt?” I’m awfully deep inside her, and I’m well aware my dick is much bigger than average. A lot for anyone to take, but especially someone of Charlotte’s size, and especially when the sex wasthatenergetic and unleashed.
The second I see Charlotte’s face, however, even before she speaks, I exhale in relief. She’s not crying tears of pain. She’s not even crying, really. She’s euphoric, and her body has released in more ways than one.
“That was . . .incredible,” she gasps out. “You know when you see people flopping around on the floor at a Baptist Revival? It was like that, only the sexual version of it. Oh my god, Auggie.”
Maybe Charlotte simply meant to allude to thephysicalflopping that overtakes a person who’s feeling enraptured; but I feel like that comment hits the nail on the head for me regarding howspiritualthat felt. Howsupernatural. If I speak,it’s fifty-fifty I’ll confess, “I love you, Charlotte. I’m in love with you.” So, rather than speaking, I kiss Charlotte’s swollen mouth passionately in reply, and she returns my kiss with equal fervor.
When I finally feel capable of speaking without blurting something I’ll surely regret, I pull back from Charlotte’s lips and say, “I’ll never forget this day with you, as long as I live.” I leave it at that. We’re about to spend the week together in this beautiful house, with nothing to do but fuck and make shows and hang out with Rudy and Lucky. So, I’m sure there will be several more unforgettable days and nights to add to this one. But for now, this day has to be logged as literally the best of my life.
Charlotte swipes her fingertips through my sweaty hair. “Logically, it was pretty stupid of us to take the entire day off from shows, huh? We probably shouldn’t have done that, in the name of getting to our goal as quickly as possible.”
