Page 38 of Her Nightshade

“Hang it up, baby, and then fuck me,” she commanded, her gaze like fucking fire.

I spotted a hanger behind the bathroom door and carefully hooked the dress before turning back to find Ana leaning over the couch. She was completely naked, her back arched and her eyes glancing over her shoulder. The sight—her curves, her plump ass presented perfectly—sent a jolt of need straight to my cock.

I shot over to her, pulling my pants and boxer briefs down hastily, my hands gripping her hips before slamming my cock into her, the intensity of her warmth surrounding me in an instant.

“Ay, baby, yes,” she moaned quietly, her voice laced with pleasure as I stared, mesmerized, at the way her ass jiggled against me.

“Oh, fuck, Ana… I want to live inside your sweet pussy forever,” I groaned, my hips pounding against her in a rhythm that seemed to echo throughout the room.

She exhaled, a satisfied hum. “Mmmm…make me come, and maybe I’ll consider it,” she teased playfully.

Fueled by her words, I quickened my pace, leaning over to slip my hand around her hips, finding her slick clit beneath my fingers. I rubbed fervently and within seconds, her body tensed, a loud cry escaping her as her pleasure overtook her, forgetting any need to keep quiet.

“Please,mi diosa,” I pleaded desperately, my voice breaking. “Please let me come in your perfect pussy.”

“Yes, baby…come inside me. I want everyone to hear just how good it feels,” she whimpered, her words sending me overthe edge. I burst, grunting with a primal moan that filled the cottage, her body responding to mine as our breaths began to slow.

I reluctantly pulled out, but the sight of her still bent over, my cum dripping out of her, drew me back. I dropped to my knees, parting her legs and spreading her cheeks. My tongue found her sensitive, slick folds, my taste mixed with hers. I savored every inch until her moans returned, louder and more desperate.

“Charlie,” she whispered, her breath hitching as I flicked her clit, refusing to stop until I felt her shuddering climax again.

“Charlie…we need to, we need to—” She gasped, a warning in her voice, but I simply smiled against her, knowing all of her pleasure was because of me, and everyone knew it.

17

Ana

Charlie and I sat together in a sleek black car, inching forward through LA traffic towards the party venue just a couple of miles away. I thought back to the last time I was in a black car like this, waiting to step into the fashion gala where I first met him. So much had changed since then. Now, Miles wasn’t the one behind the wheel—Charlie had convinced me to leave him back in New York. I assumed Callan would manage security here, but Charlie had mentioned he didn’t want family and work to mix. I wondered if that was his true reason…or if he simply didn’t want Callan anywhere near us.

I was a bundle of nerves as we neared the event, a familiar unease about what awaited us inside. Who would be there? Would the relentless bursts of camera flashes follow us like before? Though I knew I’d have to adapt all over again, it wasn’t the kind of thing you ever really got used to.

The car finally came to a halt and Charlie turned towards me, gently squeezing my hand. In a dark green suit and T-shirt, paired with dark brown oxfords, he looked effortlessly cool—the quintessential rock star. His messy hair fell perfectly, and the dimpled smile he gave me set off an inevitable flutter inside me.

“Are you ready, my love?” he asked, his voice soft yet confident. I loved that he knew exactly when to take charge, giving me the confidence I needed most in these moments.

I nodded, taking a steadying breath. “Yes.”

The car door swung open and a barrage of flashes erupted, instantly blinding me. Voices shouted my name and Charlie’s, blending into a chaotic, almost threatening roar. I watched as Charlie lifted a hand to shield us from the light, his grip on my hand tightening protectively as he led me up the steps to the entrance.

Finally, we slipped into the opulent venue and I released a breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. The steady thump of music surrounded us, and Charlie’s arm slipped securely around my waist, anchoring me to him.

“You alright?” he murmured with concern.

I nodded, holding a calm, composed expression—the same one I wore at most public appearances. But beneath that mask, a prickle of anxiety twisted through me, and my heart raced relentlessly against my chest.

“Are you?” I asked, realizing he probably wasn’t used to being asked that in situations like this, or reallyany, with all the time he spent alone.

He looked down, a soft smile on his face. “With you, I’ll always be okay.”

Anyone else saying those words might have come off as too sweet, even insincere. But coming from Charlie, seeing the earnesty on his face, made my shoulders finally ease with his words.

“Come on. Let’s get a drink,” he said, taking my hand and leading me further into the venue. The room buzzed with energy, people gathered around the bar and mingling across the space. Overhead, a glass atrium opened up to the night sky, with disco balls scattering light like glistening stars throughout the room. In the center, a stage was set with drums, guitars, and microphones, ready for whatever performances the night held. Long, white couches lined the perimeter where a few guests sat, sipping their drinks and glancing our way as we passed.

“Charlie!” A voice called out from the side.

I turned to see a famous actress approaching us, her arms open for a hug. She was stunning, probably around Charlie’s age, and though I knew better, a faint pang of jealousy crept in. But Charlie held my hand firmly, giving her a quick, casual side hug before stepping back to stand close to me.

“Jennifer, this is Ana—my beautiful girlfriend,” Charlie introduced us, his gaze lingering on me with a look of pride. His words melted me; it was the first time I heard him call me his girlfriend.

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