Charisma #3
“I’m not fucking you on a sofa, Charisma. At least not right now.” He slapped my ass and instead of following him up, I ground my pussy against his waist and his look of surprise would’ve been funny if I wasn’t so fucking horny. “It’s like that, Charmy?”
“Yeah. Stop wasting time.”
“I knew you were a freaky fairy.” He squeezed my ass with one hand before he started to jog down the short hallway to the bedroom.
I was anxious to get on the bed but he laid me down with care and allowed his lips to reclaim mine.
His hands on my skin made me feverish and when he sucked on my tongue the way he’d done my clit I was ready to have him inside me.
He moved back and his shirt was pulled over his head.
I unbuttoned my pants, completely focused on the task when a thunk by my head drew my attention.
When I glanced over I saw the metal handle and immediately had questions. Nate took that time to kiss me again and start tugging on my jeans.
“Nate?”
“Yeah, Charmy, I’m hurrying.” And he was as he pulled my pants off with a flourish. The look on his face was hungry as he made his way back on the bed, damn near prowling toward me.
“Why is there a gun on the nightstand?”
“What?” He didn’t seem concerned and had come back to kissing the side of my neck. My legs spread open welcoming him between them and I loved the heat that was being generated between us. I let him momentarily distract me before I remembered my concern.
“A gun. Why is there a gun on the nightstand?” I could barely speak but I needed him to answer me.
He pulled back and looked at me like my question was foreign to him. “Where else would it be, Charisma?”
“In a gun safe. So it doesn’t go off.”
“And you think if someone runs up in here they’ll give us time to get this out a safe before they harm us?”
“We have security—”
“And still I’m not letting shit happen to you or me.” He was looking in my eyes but kept his dick pressed up against me. It seemed like some things he was willing to compromise on but his ability to protect us wasn’t going to be one of them.
“Can it go—”
“Nightstand only, Charmy. It’s not up for debate.”
“But—” He pecked my lips to shut me up before leaning back with his hands on his dips.
“Charisma. I’m trying to eat some pussy and make love to my girl. Can we table this non discussion until after I make you cum?”
I leaned up on my elbows, debating how far I wanted to take this because I really wanted to get fucked senseless tonight. “You’re trying to use your dick against me to win the fight, aren’t you?”
“No.”
“No?”
“I’m not changing so there’s no need for that. Besides, he’s begging to feel you so I’d never use him as a weapon against you.”
I knew that Nate carried a gun I just didn’t think too much about it when we were moving around. It made me wonder how often Nate had a gun on him and I just didn’t know.
“Which one is it, Charisma? A non argument or can I get to eating?” His brows were raised waiting on me to answer him.
“Neither.”
His brows shot up, and he looked on the verge of losing his cool.
“Neither?”
I nodded and started to slide my panties down my legs. When his hands stopped me. “I want to feel you. You can eat later.”
His face slowly broke into a grin before he moved my panties completely.
I removed my bra and watched as he opened his belt buckle and slid his jeans and boxer briefs down his hips before stepping out of them.
His dick jutted out and to the side, his curve making my hips move with a mind of their own as I imagined exactly what it was about to do.
He was stroking his dick and it was as sexy as it was when I’d caught him in the office.
I was thankful that Nate had been proactive and shared his health information with me after the first night he’d given me head.
He said he was sure I’d heard about his reputation and he wanted me to know he was good and I would be safe with him.
It made me grateful because I wasn’t about to stop him from whatever it was he wanted to do to me tonight.
When he joined me back on the bed I felt like I was damn near panting with anticipation as I widened my legs to make room for him.
“You sure you good like this? I can always get a—”
“I’m safe with you, right?”
“Always.”
“Then pray this birth control does its fucking job.”
He chuckled before leaning down and kissing me again.
I tried to stay focused on what was going on but I was lost in the feelings that Nate induced in me.
I felt like I was drowning in the sensations but also felt grounded by the man who was driving me crazy.
The second I felt Nate nudging at the entrance of my core I tried and failed not to tense up.
He was toying with me. Letting his length play in my wetness and tap my clit before it receded and started the process all over.
My body was crying out for him to give more despite how good he felt.
When he pushed forward and I sucked in a deep breath, making him pull back from my lips and bury his head in my neck.
Toys were nowhere near as girthy as Nathaniel Chisholm-Love.
I was stretched to what felt like past capacity but I was enjoying finally having him inside of me.
“I’m hurting you, Charmy?”
He kissed the side of my face but kept his hips still and it wasn’t until he did that I realized I had a tear falling out of my eye.
It wasn’t from pain despite how good Nate was hurting my pussy; I felt like something in me had shifted.
I was overwhelmed with emotions I couldn’t or wouldn’t put a name to. Not yet, at least.
“No, you feel good.” My voice was as low as his was the air around us thick like the desire between us had increased the temperature. We were in our own little bubble and it only got even more intense when Nate started to move his hips. “Fuck.”
That was all I could say as he stroked parts of me I didn’t realize I had.
He was slow and deliberate, treating me like I was the most precious thing in the world to him, but even with his gentleness I felt like I couldn’t catch my breath.
Nate’s arm went around my leg forcing it higher up on his back making me squeeze him even tighter with each thrust. His head went into the crook of my shoulder as he continued to dig deeper inside of me.
I was caged in, sheltered and protected as he made me cum over and over.
Nate was a pussy savant because he knew what the fuck he was doing.
Between the tears from the emotions and the fluid I was losing because of orgasms, I was going to need an IV after we were done.
Nate gripped me harder almost clinging to me as he began to slap his hips harder into me. I could only gasp and dig my nails until his back until I saw stars.