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Fuck. Charlie didn’t kiss like a college kid with no experience. She met my gaze for a second, breathing heavily before she snapped her eyes shut and moaned. Her pretty little mouth fell open, and she gripped handfuls of my shirt. Her hip movements slowed, and she moaned again before collapsing against me.

It was the sexiest sound I’d ever heard in my life. I wanted to hear it again and again ––more than I wanted air. “You okay, Charlie?” I gripped her hips and pressed my lips to her ear.

“Uh…” Charlie panted and shook her head. “I just… um, I just…had an orgasm.” She cast her eyes downward and bit her lip. “Was that weird?”

I groaned and squeezed her ass. “No, Charlie. It was hot as fuck. I’m going to carry your sexy ass into my bedroom now and give you another one.” I pulled her body against mine and kissed her neck again. “Would that be all right, cutie?” I shouldn’t do this, but I was going to because I was insane with a want that bordered on need.

Charlie’s breath caught, and she grabbed my face with both hands. “Yes, Burke.”

I scooped her up in my arms and carried her down the hall to my bedroom. I had to remind myself to be gentle when I laid her down in the middle of my bed. I had to force myself not to rip her clothes off with my teeth. The desire I had for cute little Charlie and her sweet body was almost uncontrollable. But I had to control it. I wouldn’t hurt her.

I slid her jeans down and groaned at the sight of her black lace panties. Her sweater came off next to reveal a matching lace bra. “Fuck, Charlie.”

“It is too much?” she asked, eyes full of worry.

“It’s so sexy, cutie. It’s fucking perfect.”

Charlie propped herself up on her elbows. “Take your clothes off, too. I want to see you.”

I tugged my shirt off over my head and tossed it to the floor, followed by my pants and boxers. Charlie’s eyes raked over my body, settling on my cock. “Damn,” she whispered.

I hovered over her, careful not to crush her under my weight, and ran soft kisses down her neck. Her breathing was heavy, and she seemed afraid to touch me. “I won’t do anything until you’re ready,” I whispered in her ear.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and ran her hands down my back, meeting my gaze with a determined one. “I’m ready.”

17

Charlie

Burke had tattoos on his back and chest, too — all black ink and sexy as hell. And like, I’d seen dicks before. I took a health class. I’d watched a porn video or two while I touched myself. I’d even felt one through a pair of jeans when I drunkenly made out with a stranger at one of Matteo’s parties.

But I’d never had my hands on one, and good god, Burke had a big fucking cock. How the hell was it going to fit inside me? Super-sized tampons were uncomfortable!

My nerves were crashing through the damn roof, but I wanted this. I wanted him.

Burke’s mouth explored my body, and it felt so incredible that I was starting to think I could calm the fuck down and enjoy this. His tongue was teasing the strip of skin right above my panties, and his big, strong hands gripped my hips. The tense muscles in his back and arms told me he was holding back, and I was grateful. Maybe next time, I’d be ready for him to lose control.

Oh god, was there going to be a next time? Was he enjoying this? I should touch him, too. I brushed my fingers gently against his muscled shoulders, then slid them up his neck and into his hair. Fuck. His skin was warm and smooth. Oh god, his hands were on my panties now. Oh god, what if he didn’t like what he saw?

Burke slid my panties down my legs and tossed them on the floor. His green eyes studied me, so exposed, and I felt like glass again. “Fuck, Charlie.” His voice was impossibly low and deep. “Can I touch you?”

I gulped and nodded. He slid back up my body and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips, then turned me on my side. Burke pressed himself into my back, his hard cock against my ass, and wrapped both arms around me. I struggled to draw breath as he slid one finger down my slit, then two.

I thought his hands would be rough, but Burke was careful and gentle as he circled my clit. It was embarrassing how fast I reached my climax, and I couldn’t control myself and stop making noises. Fuck!

Burke pressed his cock a little harder into my ass while I rode my orgasm with all of my embarrassing sighs and moans. When I finished, he didn’t say a word, just lifted me onto his lap like I weighed nothing. Now I was straddling him, and his cock was against my swollen clit. Burke gazed into my eyes and ran his hands through my hair. “You’re so pretty it hurts, Charlie.” His hands slid down my back and unhooked my bra. When it fell away, he took my breasts in his mouth.

I let out this weird, low moan and clapped a hand over my mouth. “Sorry!” My voice was too high now. God, could I maybe pick an octave and stick with it? “I don’t know why I keep making those weird noises!”

Burke dragged his mouth away from my tits and grinned at me. “I like them. Those sexy little noises let me know if I’m touching you right.” He flipped me over so that I was on my back and pressed my thighs apart. “Charlie, you are going to feel so damn good. I’m fucking dying to get inside you, but I need you to tell me when you’re ready.”

I swallowed and nodded, staring hard at his massive cock.

Burke watched my face, desire pouring from his eyes. It made me feel sexy. “Touch me, Charlie. I want you to touch me, please.” His voice sounded tight and strained. It made me feel needed.

His was the first cock I’d ever wanted to touch, but I didn’t know how. I slid up to my knees and reached out, hoping Burke couldn’t see how much my hands were shaking. I ran my fingers down his cock. It was smoother than I thought it would be. I gripped the base with my left hand, and Burke groaned and closed his eyes.

Maybe touching a cock wasn’t so hard. Maybe you just touched it. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his tip.

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