Page 58 of Her Nightshade

Her fingers withdrew, leaving me achingly empty. My breath hitched as I heard the faint sound of her adjusting the harness, the slick of more lube, and then the warm press of the dildo against me.

“Do you want this, Charlie?” she asked gently.

“Yes,mi diosa.Please,” I begged, pushing back slightly, desperate for more.

She took her time, easing the tip inside. I sucked in a sharp breath at the stretch, but her hands on my hips steadied me.

“Good boy,” she praised, her voice like velvet. “You’re doing so well.”

Her words sent a flood of pleasure through me, overwhelming any discomfort. I moaned, pushing back to take more of her, needing to feel her completely.

“That’s it,” she encouraged, sliding deeper. “Take all of me, Charlie.”

I obeyed, trembling as she filled me, her hands stroking my back and sides. She paused to let me adjust. “Ready for more, baby?”

“Yes,” I whispered.

She began to move, her thrusts slow, her hands never leaving me. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through my body, building into something I couldn’t control. She began a rhythm that left me gasping, moaning, completely at her mercy.

“You’re mine,” she growled, her tone turning possessive. “Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I choked out. “Completely yours,mi diosa.”

Her pace quickened, each thrust driving me closer to the edge. I moaned, raw and guttural, unable to hold back. She was perfect.Thiswas perfect.

“Sucha good fucking boy, Charlie,” she purred.

“Fuck, Ana,” I gasped. “I can’t—I need to come.”

“Not yet,” she ordered, pulling out slowly. I groaned at the loss, but she guided me to lie on my back. “I want to see your face when you come.”

I followed her command, spreading my legs wide as she repositioned herself. The sight of her, the way her tits bounced as she thrust into me, her lips parted in concentration, pushed me even closer.

“Ay,dios mío,” she moaned. “You look so fucking good, baby.” Her pace quickened and she moaned as if she were going to come soon. “Now, Charlie. Come for menow.”

Her command sent me over the edge. My release surged through me, intense and overwhelming, spilling onto my chest as Ana slowed her movements. Her own deep moans filled the room as she gripped my thighs tightly.

There was no fear, no shame. Only trust, satisfaction, and deep fucking pleasure.

“Good boy,” she murmured, leaning down to lick the cum off my chest, making my cock instantly hard again. “I’m going to take this off, and you’re going to fuckmyass now.”

Holy fucking shit.

“Yes,mi diosa.”

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As I lay content, holding my perfect, sleeping goddess after fucking her ass like a wild animal, the buzz of my phone pulled me out of the moment. I glanced at the screen and saw the number from the private investigator. Careful not to wake Ana, I reached for my phone.

Callan purchased a large bottle of whiskey with cash at 10:45 a.m. Witnessed drinking alone in his parked car at 1:15 p.m. in a parking garage. Photos attached for confirmation.

I couldn’t help but feel a rush of victory.I got you, fucker.

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Ana

Ihadn’t expected Charlie to insist I come to his rehearsal, especially when I knew he needed to focus. But, as usual, he got his way. “I can’t be away from you right now,” he said, his voice so sweetly vulnerable that I didn’t have the heart to argue. Not just that, but I didn’twantto be away from him either. So here I was, standing just inside the doors of a huge rehearsal studio.

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