Chapter 27
Electricity.
That’s the only way I can describe it. A jolt of something so foreign that I flinch away instinctively. No one has touched me like this since before—not without pain.
“Shhh,” she murmurs. “It’s okay.”
The sensation is overwhelming. With each touch, the dormant organ in my chest stirs, one I’ve long believed was dead. My heart. It’s fluttering. Dancing.
Her other hand moves to my bare stomach. I tense, expecting revulsion, expecting the familiar urge to snap her wrist. Instead, warmth spreads through my midsection, pooling low in my gut.
“Relax,” she whispers, her breath warm against my ear. “Let yourself feel.”
Feel. As if I know how.
She traces the line of my thighs through my sweatpants.
“Can I suck it, Valerio? Can I be the first to show you pleasure?”
The notion of anyone else doing this—anyone else touching me, putting their mouth on me—would fill me with disgust. I would rip their throat out without a second thought.
But with Charlotte…
With Charlotte, all I feel is need. A desperate, primal hunger that overwhelms every defense mechanism I’ve ever constructed. I pull down my sweatpants at a speed that shocks even me.
I’m hard. Painfully so. And huge.
Charlotte’s eyes widen slightly as she takes me in, but then she positions herself between my legs. Instead of taking me into her mouth immediately, she starts with my thighs, kissing them. I watch, mesmerized, as she leaves wet trails along my inner thighs.
I gasp as she takes my balls into her mouth, her tongue swirling around them. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced—my own hand pales in comparison.
“Charlotte,” I breathe out, my hands tangling in her hair. “Please…”
She licks the vein on the underside of my shaft, her lips kissing the tip.
“Please,” I beg, the word bitter on my tongue. “Please, Charlotte…”
Finally, she takes me into her mouth, her lips stretching around my girth. I watch as she takes more of me, her head bobbing. Saliva coats me, dripping down my length as she works.
Then she gags.
For the first time in my life, I feel fear—not for myself, but for her. What if I’m hurting her? What if I’m too much?
I gently drag her up from my cock by her hair. “Does it hurt you?” I ask.
“No,” she says, her voice husky. “Please let me suck.”
I release her hair, my fingers stroking her cheek instead. She smiles up at me before taking me back into her mouth.
I don’t understand it. I don’t understand any of it.
But I don’t want it to stop.
The pressure building at the base of my spine is unbearable. Charlotte’s cheeks hollow as she sucks. I can’t hold back; I pour into her mouth. The waves of pleasure are so intense they border on pain.
She doesn’t pull away. She takes it all, her throat working as she swallows. I’m completely spent, collapsing back against the couch.
She releases my softening cock but continues to place kisses along its length. I watch her through hooded eyes, my mind struggling to process what just happened.
Is this what I’ve been missing out on?
A need rises in me, so strong and sudden that my mouth literally waters. An ache to give back, to make her feel what she just made me feel.
“Can…” I start. “Can I do the same to you?”
She pulls her blouse over her head in a silent answer, unzipping her skirt, standing before me in simple lace underwear.
For the first time ever, my bare hands touch a woman’s skin not to harm, but to explore.
I trace the line of her collarbone, down her arms. She shivers.
My hands move to her back, unhooking her bra, and I watch as her breasts are freed.
They’re beautiful, full, with rosy nipples that harden under my gaze.
I’m absolutely shaken by the flood of filth that pours through my mind. I want to bite them. I want to suck them until she screams. I want to leave marks all over her skin so everyone knows she’s mine. Mine.
I hook my fingers into the sides of her panties and pull them down. Her cunt is right there, inches from my face. A neat thatch of dark hair decorates it. The scent hits me—musky, sweet, intoxicating. My cock twitches with interest.
“Please,” she whispers. “Valerio.”
I have a taste, and despite all my doubts, she’s fucking delicious. I’m clumsy at first, but instinct takes over.
My tongue flattens against her, dragging up through her folds. I do it again, this time circling her clit.
“Like that,” she gasps. “But softer… circle it with your tongue. Yes, just like that.”
I follow her instructions. Her breathing becomes ragged, her hips grinding against my face.
“Now suck it,” she moans. “Gently… pull it into your mouth.”
I do as she says, sucking her clit between my lips.
“More,” she begs. “Please, Valerio.”
I redouble my efforts, my tongue flicking rapidly against her as I suck. My hands roam her body, squeezing her ass, sliding up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples.
“Valerio,” she cries out. “I’m—”
I slide two fingers inside her. That’s all she needs to come against my mouth. I don’t stop until she pushes me away, panting, her eyes dark.
“Do you want to go all the way?” she asks.
I contemplate it, my mind racing. I feel like I’ll die if I don’t. But I need something first.
“Do you want it?” I growl.
“I feel like I will combust if I don’t have your huge cock inside me,” she breathes.
I grip her hair, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Tell me you need it,” I demand.
“I need it.”
I’d never be like my father. My touch isn’t his. It’s mine. This is mine.
I push her onto the couch, positioning myself between her legs. The head of my cock presses against her entrance, then I’m inside her.
The feeling is indescribable. Her cunt grips me, pulling me deeper. Oh God, it feels so good. I start to move, my strokes slow at first, then faster, harder. I’m pounding into her now.
Her nails dig into my back, her legs wrapping around my waist. “Yes,” she cries out. “Don’t stop.”
I can feel myself getting closer, the pressure building again. But I’m not coming before her. I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles as I continue to thrust into her.
I’m counting in my head, focusing on her pleasure, determined not to come before she does. One, two, three… four, five, six… she’s close, I can feel it. Seven, eight, nine…
She shatters with a cry, her inner muscles clamping down on my cock. The sensation is too much, and I follow her over the edge.
We collapse together. I’m still inside her, still feeling her pulse around me.
I want to stay like this forever.