Page 84 of Her Nightshade

“You’re getting me so fucking wet, Charlie,” I moaned, stroking his cock with both hands as his mouth worked me.

He groaned into my breast, his desperate eyes meeting mine, silently begging for release.

“You better not come yet, baby. I’m not done with you,” I warned, quickening my strokes before suddenly slapping his length and pulling my chest away.

“No!” he groaned, his frustration growing.

I smiled and stood, turning and lifting a leg to position myself so he was behind me, my ass in full view. Teasing him again, I slid his length against my entrance, my movements slow and steady. His moans grew louder, more desperate.

“Please,mi diosa,” he begged, his voice trembling. “Please, fuck me!”

“I’m going to need more begging, baby,” I said playfully as I picked up my pace.

“Please,mi diosa,I need your pussy. I’m gonna fucking burst,” he whimpered.

“Yeah? And whose cock is this?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder into his desperate, pleading eyes.

“Yours!” he gasped, his voice cracking.

“That’s right,” I said, finally positioning him at my entrance. With one swift motion, I pushed him deep inside of me, my hips moving quickly as I slid along his length.

“Oh, fuck, Ana,” he groaned, his breaths uneven. “I’m gonna come.”

I stopped abruptly, pulling him out. “Not yet, Charlie,” I said with a laugh, enjoying his groan of frustration.

I continued to torment him, alternating between teasing and letting him inside me for only a few seconds at a time, until the tension built to an unbearable point—for both of us.

“Okay, baby,” I finally said, shifting to face him, straddling his lap. My hands rested on his shoulders as I leaned in close. “You’ve been such a good boy. I’m going to fuck you until I come, and you may come when I say so.”

With that, I sank onto his cock, his thickness filling me completely. I moved my hips quickly, chasing my release, the pleasure crashing over me in waves almost instantly.

“Come inside me, Charlie. Now,” I demanded breathlessly, still trembling as the aftershocks of my orgasm coursed through me.

He let out a guttural moan, his hips lifting as he spilled into me, his face contorting with relief and pleasure.

As our bodies stilled, I tugged his hair gently, both of us catching our breaths.

“Thank you,mi diosa,” he said softly.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his in a tender kiss, feeling completely recharged, like I was fully myself again.

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Charlie and I headed back to the apartment with Callan and Sloane after a few hours of restless sleep. The weight of whatwe’d all endured lingered in the air, but the quiet wasn’t heavy or tense—it was the quiet of exhaustion, of survival.

Stepping into the apartment felt like walking into a sanctuary, leaving the horrors of the lake house behind us. The familiar space wrapped around me like a shield, offering a reprieve from the chaos of the last few days.

Sloane and Callan drifted towards the guest room without a word, their steps slow and heavy. I sat onto the couch with a deep sigh, my body sinking into the cushions as if they could absorb the tension still clinging to my muscles.

Charlie joined me, settling beside me and grabbing my hand. I leaned my head against his shoulder, his warmth everything I needed at that moment.

“Everything feels lighter now,” I said quietly, closing my eyes.

“That’s because it is,” he murmured, his voice carrying a soft smile.

I tilted my head slightly to look at him. “Is it, though?”

He nodded, squeezing my hand. “You know…you didn’t need me to rescue you. You got away from Jake on your own. Callan and I just…we stopped him before he got worse.”

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