Chapter 17
CHAPTER 17
Charlie
H unger seizes me, refusing to let me go, compelling me to pounce on the pristine sweetness before me. And as my hands wrench her shirt’s hem out of her waistband and dive beneath her tee, I correct myself. She’s not pristine.
She’s as ugly as me.
I want to make her face it.
“Charlie!!” Lillian cries, her arms raised uselessly, just allowing me to pull her shirt up above her bra. I slip into the cups and set her tits free, then fasten my thumbs and forefingers to each nipple. I tug her toward me, pinching hard. She draws in a sharp breath, wincing and protesting. Now her hands slap at mine.
I slap at her tits hard, harder, until she stops. She whimpers, her raised hands forming little fists next to her shoulders. I’m so hungry for her that I don’t think about anything but tasting her. I fix my mouth to her breast and sink my teeth into her, holding her fast to me with one hand, the other stopping its pinches to dive into her skirt. She’s back at weakly trying to get me to stop, getting in my way.
It only spurs me on.
She wants to be pinned down, does she? Needs to be taught a firmer lesson than this?
I smirk against her skin and lash out my tongue, licking up to its peak. I groan as I taste her, already stiff. I flick at it fast and catch her wrist, one of the actions making her hiss and tremble. I suck hard, then bite down again, wanting to hear her cry. I want to know how much she likes it.
She tells me with a yelp and renewed efforts to get free from me. She struggles hard, pushing against my shoulder with her free hand.
But she’s still holding back. I know she can fight harder than that.
I want her voice loud in my ears. I want her screams to fill this room.
I release her only to scoop her up, my hands gripping the undersides of her thighs, and she wraps her legs quickly around me. I drop us to the floor and slam her down, making her tits bounce and slip beneath her shirt again as if trying to get away from me.
Before I can touch her, Lillian wards me off with her palms. It’s easy to catch and pin her wrists above her head. I hold them together with one hand, eliciting an outpouring of pleas from her, voice thick with desperation.
Fuck, that’s getting me hard.
I wrench her shirt up and watch her wriggling become more frenzied.
But there’s nowhere for her to go.
I gently trace the bite mark I left in her and look into her eyes, dark with something like need.
“No, Charlie,” she whimpers.
I’m at her ear at once, crushing down on her, pushing my dick between her legs.
“No?” I repeat harshly. My breath against her ear makes her shudder. I lap at her ear, making her squeal and thrash. “You’re mine, Lillian, all mine, every part. Even here.” My tongue dives further into her ear, invading, and she gives another high squeal, thrashing harder, grinding against my dick. “Ohh,” I whisper and bite into her ear lobe. “That’s what you want? You don’t want my attention anywhere else because you want my dick so bad. Just say so, my Lillian.”
I grind my hips against her, finding myself driven and possessed by the need to be inside her again. It was practically here where I first took her. I want to take her again and again.
And I know she wants it, too.
I want to hear her say it, beg me for it.
I want Lillian to give me the power.
“Tell me you don’t want me,” I dare her and bite into her shoulder. I trail a hand between us and roughly grope her chest, feeling the softness yield to my hard grip. Her back arches off the floor. “Look at me and tell me you don’t want me.”
I raise up and hover above her face, willing her eyes to open. I trail my hand lower and gather up her skirt, seeking her panties. I know they’re wet before I feel the moist heat. Lillian bites into her lip, fighting the words on the tip of her tongue.
“Yeah?” My tone is a warning.
Fine. I can play that way.
I shift down her body, leaving her hands free, and push her soaked panties out of my way, baring her slit to me. Feeling the shame of exposure, she moves to cover herself up and close her legs, but my open mouth is quickly upon her, covering her slit.
Lillian gasps, and this time, her hands fly to my head and hold me against her. I grip her thighs hard and tug her toward me, ensuring she can’t go anywhere.
Then I devour her.
The sweetness of Lillian fills my mouth as I lap at her slit hungrily. She’s dressed in white lace, yet she grinds against my face like an easy slut, not caring if I can breathe or not. All that matters is that I don’t stop.
I turn her into a crying fountain. She gives me what I want. Her cries of pleasure bounce off the walls as she coats my face in her juice, my grunts and sounds of satisfaction at the taste of her mingling along.
“Fuck, Charlie, oh Charlie!” Lillian cries, rocking rhythmically into my mouth. I suckle her clit and dig my fingertips into her thighs, then break away to bite into her meaty flesh. “Aaahn!! Yess, Charlie!”
“Tell me you don’t want me,” I repeat and slap her clit sharply.
“Aii!!” she yelps and jerks, then fixes me with those smoldering sapphires.
She’s daring me.
I slap her again, and this time the pain rolls through her as if I’d kissed her slit, making her head tip back. She exposes her beautiful throat to me, drawing me in. I lick her from her collarbone to her chin, freeing myself from my pants at the same time.
“Fucking tell me.” I bite into her neck and tease her clit with my hard tip. I want to plunge into her hard, make her scream.
“I want you to fuck me, Charlie,” she finally whispers, nuzzling her face close to my ear. I keep teasing, my eyes shutting as the intoxication of her pulls me under. “Fuck me, Charlie, fuck me—yes!!”
“Ohh fuck!!” I whisper as I thrust into her slick opening and feel her walls wrap around me. She’s sucking me in even as I push hard, stretching her with my hard dick. Before I know it, I’m pulling out to thrust back in before I can bottom out. I need to feel her envelop me again and again.
And Lillian needs it, too. I feel her working beneath me, eagerly meeting me, getting me back into her depths as quickly as possible. We’re slamming into each other faster and faster, the hunger stealing over us both, making us grip and claw at each other, our hard breaths for each other alone. Now it’s her fingertips digging painfully into me, tearing at my flesh and pulling me against her, like she needs me deeper still, not only in her tight little pussy but into her heart.
She wants me to possess her completely.
I’m already on my way.
“Lillian!” I grunt, but she doesn’t let me go, not for an instant. Her arms wrap around my neck, and she pours her moans into my ear, so loud it hurts.
I can’t get enough.
I pound her faster, harder, recklessly, and her cries only grow more desperately insistent that I keep going.
“I’m going to come inside you again, Lillian,” I whisper fervently. She responds, but I can’t make it out. I snake my hand into her hair and pull her away, and the moment I get a look at her face, naked with desire, her lips lock on to mine.
“Nn?!”
And she doesn’t let me pull away. I can only melt into her kiss. I let it all go. Our tongues clash hungrily, swirling and fighting for control. This new taste of her, this new side, it makes me bust without another delay. I’m coming and grunting against her lips, and she’s moaning into my mouth, her hips working hard as she grinds against me. I feel her body jerk and shudder in my grip. Lillian comes hard but won’t let up.
“You’re milking me dry,” I gasp, breaking away and feeling my body shudder.
I don’t pull out. I just watch as she collapses to the floor, fighting for breath, her face flushed and her lipstick smeared across her face. She can’t speak, but she looks up at me through the haze of the afterglow, eyes heavily lidded.
My heart skips a beat.
Lillian.
She’s all mine. I’m the only one she needs.
I’ll be the one to serve as her judge and jury.
And I’ll crush anyone who tries to take her away from me.