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Just when I think she's finally going to have mercy on me, she squirms again. Her ass brushes across my cock. She makes the most miserable little sound I've ever heard, like she's hurting and doesn't know what to do to make it better.
I snap. Just completely lose touch with reality.
"Theo!" she cries out, shocked when I flip her onto her back.
"I'm going to make you come, Charlotte," I say, already working my way down her body. "Then you'll be able to sleep."
"I… Okay," she whispers.
I expected her to tell me no. Or slap me.
Christ, she must really need to get off if she's agreeing to let me touch her. And I'm an asshole for dirtying her up like this, but the ground has been eroding beneath my feet for months now. Finding her in my bed an hour ago was the final straw. Actually, hearing her say she caught her apartment on fire was the final straw. I could have lost her before I ever even had her.
That shit won't work for me. So I'm coming up with a new plan. Claiming Charlotte.
She doesn't know it yet, but she's moving in with me tomorrow. I'll sort out the rest later.
She's in nothing but one of my t-shirts and her panties. She intended to sleep fully dressed, but I'm a selfish bastard and wasn't having any of that bullshit. Getting her out of her clothes damn near took an act of Congress. I'm glad I managed it. Her body is a dream, exactly as lush as I always imagined. Only it's somehow better too.
"Has anyone ever touched your pussy before, Charlotte?" I ask, yanking her shirt up.
"My gyno."
I growl into the dark. "Is your gyno a fucking man, little one?"
"Y-yes," she whispers.
Hell no.
"Well, he was, but I have to find a new one now," she says, and then huffs out a breath. "He fired me as a patient."
That pulls me up short.
"He fired you as a patient?"
"I accidentally broke his nose," she whispers. "He didn't warn me that the speculum thing was freezing and felt like the jaws of life down there!"
I stop trying to get her shirt off and look at her. Even though it's dark, I can make out enough of her to see the shame in her eyes. There's a little bit of outrage there too, as if she's offended by the memory of the speculum.
"You hit him?" I ask.
"No. I kicked him."
"Jesus," I mutter. She really is a mess, isn't she? Why that's such a turn on to me, I don't know. But it is. I want to be the one in charge of this girl, the one who keeps her safe and out of trouble. I want to be the one who keeps her world in order whileshe's marching to the beat of her own drum. I'm not sure what that says about me, and I really don't care.
"I didn't mean to do it," she says, guilt heavy in her voice. "I tried to apologize. I even sent cookies. He sent me back a letter saying that I needed to find a new doctor."
"Fucker," I grunt and then lift her up to pull her shirt off over her head. Thank God she's not seeing him anymore, though. The thought of anyone with a dick touching her pussy makes me irrationally jealous. I want to be the only man who ever sees this part of her, who ever touches her. It's barbaric, but it is what it is.
"Lift up," I say, hooking my fingers into the sides of her panties.
She obediently raises her hips, letting me pull them off her.
"I want to see you, Charlotte."
"Like…with the light on?"
"Yeah," I say, chuckling at the shock in her voice. "You're pretty everywhere, baby doll. Let me see what you've been hiding from me."
