Chapter 43 Jude
FORTY-THREE
JUDE
Charlotte’s entire body stills against mine.
I can’t help but smile, loving the way she clenches her thighs together the moment the words leave my mouth. I think my girl is more than ready for me, and that makes my cock get even harder at imagining how wet she is right now because of my words.
Before she can respond, I quickly spin her around and lift her from the ground.
She lets out a loud yelp as I throw her over my shoulder.
I tried to do the right thing and make sure she had a good meal before getting fucked all night, but in true Charlotte fashion, she’s stubborn and won’t even let me try to be a gentleman before I’m inside her all night long.
“I can walk,” she tells me, her body squirming as I carry her to her room.
“I’m having fun just like this.”
“Jude, I can walk.”
It’s soft, but I let my hand slap against her ass once.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“For always being stubborn and arguing.”
I use my shoulder to push her bedroom door open before immediately letting it shut behind us.
“I’m never stubborn,” she argues.
I smile as I toss her onto the bed, remembering just earlier tonight when I found her fucking herself thinking of me. Fuck, I’ll never be able to wipe that from my memory. Just like I won’t be able to forget the way she looks right now either.
There’s a defiant glint to her eyes as she stares up at me.
She’s so fucking perfect it makes my chest hurt.
All of a sudden, a realization crashes into me.
I want to fuck her—desperately—but I’m also terrified of it.
She already owns me in a way that nobody has before, and I just know the moment I feel myself inside her, the moment we become one, it’ll truly be over for me.
I’ll never recover from her. There will never be anyone else for me; it’ll just be her.
It’s like the wool has been pulled from my eyes, and I’m realizing that for a year, I thought I was doing a great job at not falling for Charlotte, but that was all a lie.
I pretended I didn’t have real feelings for her because she shut me down from the beginning.
But the truth is, I think Charlotte owned my heart even before Ava came into the picture. And once we go all the way, there’s no coming back. I’ll be hers whether she wants me to be or not.
“What are you waiting for?” Charlotte’s words break me from my thoughts. I blink, my gaze focusing on her as I realize she’s moved in the time I’ve been lost in my thoughts of her.
“What?” I ask, taking a step closer to the bed. She kneels, her knees almost coming off the bed as she stares at me with wide eyes.
“I said, what are you waiting for?” I love the confident tone of her voice. It’s sexy and sure, and it beckons me to take another step closer to her.
Before I can answer her, I close the distance between us and grab her by the back of the neck. My lips immediately find hers, claiming them as mine once again. Our mouths fuse together as I trace her tongue with mine.
The kiss is slow and passionate. I’m so lost in the taste of her that I don’t even realize her hands are at my waist until I feel the towel fall from my hips.
I pull away, looking down and finding Charlotte wearing a smug smile. “My turn,” she mutters, her gaze moving from my face and down my body.
Her hand wraps around my cock again. It feels so good that my head falls back as I let out a groan of pleasure.
Fuck. It’s already too damn much, and she’s barely touched me.
She pumps up and down a few times, and I look down again so I can commit the sight of her on her knees to memory. I look at her just in time to see her push her damp hair off her shoulders before leaning forward. Her breath hits my cock, and it jerks in her grasp in anticipation.
This makes Charlotte smile. She looks up at me, and having her on her knees, her mouth inches from my cock, is something I’ll never forget.
“Fuck,” I rasp, my hand reaching out to trace her cheekbone before I lift her chin to me for a moment. “I’ve imagined you like this so many times.”
She bites her lip, her hand still stroking my cock in a perfect rhythm. “Like this?” There’s a sultry tone to her voice I’d never heard before tonight. It sends shivers down my spine. Before I can respond, she leans forward and takes me into her mouth.
Air hisses through my teeth, and I grab onto her hair just to steady myself. I knew it’d feel good, but from the moment her warm tongue circles my tip, I’m fucking gone.
My fingers tangle in her hair, my fingertips pressing into her scalp as she hollows out her cheeks. I try to keep my eyes open to watch her, but it feels so fucking good that all I can do is watch her through hooded eyelids.
She keeps her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, still stroking up and down, while she focuses on the tip for a moment. I feel dizzy because of the white-hot pleasure taking over my entire body.
Her hand continues to work up and down when she pulls away and looks up at me. “Is this what you imagined?” She does a slow, wet drag of her tongue along my entire length, and it makes my entire body rigid with how turned on I am because of her.
I nod, my grip on her hair tightening because I need something to hold on to. “Yes,” I manage to get out, my voice thick with lust.
“What else did you imagine?”
My eyes close for a moment because her asking me what I’ve imagined when it comes to her is so personal but so fucking sexy. When I open them, I find her watching me with wide, expectant eyes.
“You taking me all the way,” I answer honestly. I’ve thought about so many things when it comes to her. One of them being how good it would feel for her to take all of me in her mouth, how it’d feel to have her moan around my cock as I hit the back of her throat.
“You’re too big.”
“I’ve always imagined you taking me anyway.”
She must take my words as a challenge because instead of responding, she opens her mouth wide and pulls me in once again. This time, she hollows her cheeks out even more, sucking me so tight that my balls tighten.
My other hand tangles in her hair as well. I want to give her the power to do whatever she wants, but I can’t help it. I push her head forward, coaxing her mouth along my shaft so she takes me even deeper.
She moans, and the vibration around my cock has me echoing the sound.
“Good girl,” I praise. I look down at her, finding her eyes watching me carefully. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn sexy with your mouth full of me.”
Her eyelids flutter shut, and I don’t miss how the hand not wrapped around my cock moves along her inner thigh until she plays with herself.
“More,” I demand. If the tight grip I have on her hair hurts her, she doesn’t say anything. I move my hips, forcing more of myself into her mouth.
“Just like that,” I grit out. It feels too fucking good. I’m not even fully inside her, and the head of my cock already hits the back of her throat. She gags but doesn’t stop. She presses her tongue flat against my shaft and uses her hand to stroke the part of me not in her mouth.
I can’t help it.
My hips begin to move faster and faster until I’m fully fucking her mouth.
She lets me do it, her eyes staying focused on me the entire time. Tears prick her eyelids from how deeply she takes me, but she doesn’t stop. The way she hurriedly circles her clit with her own fingers encourages me to keep going.
“Fuck, baby, you like your mouth being fucked like this?”
She nods with her mouth still full of me. Tears run down her cheeks, but she keeps going.
It’s so fucking sexy, but I know I need to stop. As good as this feels, I don’t want to come before I’ve buried myself in her pussy. With how good she’s sucking me right now, if I let her go much longer, I’ll be coming down her throat instead of inside her.
“This is exactly what I imagined,” I confess, my hips still moving at a fast pace as I fuck her mouth. “You on your knees for me, taking my cock like the good little slut that you are.”
She lets out a loud moan, one that I feel not only around my cock but throughout my entire body.
“Actually, this is better than anything I’ve ever imagined. Have you imagined this too, sweetheart?”
Charlotte nods with her eyes still glued to me. And as much as I fucking love the feeling of my cock in her mouth, I need more. I pull myself from her before she can stop me. I use her shock to my advantage.
One moment, she’s still on her knees with my cock all the way down her throat, and the next, I have her pressed into the mattress as I get myself seated between her thighs.
“I wasn’t done,” Charlotte says, her chest heaving up and down as she props herself up on her elbows to look at me.
I smirk. “Say the word and you can have me just like that any other time. But right now, I need to feel your perfect cunt squeeze around my cock.”
Charlotte moans, her eyelids fluttering shut. With me between her legs, her thighs are spread open, showing her pussy already glistening with need for me.
Her lips are red and swollen, beckoning me to kiss them before doing anything else. I bring my face closer to hers, trying to ignore the way my cock brushes over her pussy with the new position.
I love how natural it feels to kiss her. It’s a euphoric mixture of the familiarity of feeling like I’ve spent my entire life kissing her, mixed with the thrill of it feeling like a first kiss every time our lips brush.
I’m so fucking gone for this woman. I’ve dragged out joining our bodies completely, knowing it’ll be the end for me, but it’s already too late. I’m hers, and denying both of us the pleasure of finally having sex won’t change any of that.
Our tongues tangle with heat and passion. My hand snakes between her thighs, loving how wet and ready she already is for me.
“You ready to be fucked, sweetheart?”