Page 109 of Point of No Return

As if he isn’t meticulous about everything else.

“Wow,” I tease, smiling as the shoes hit the floor. “I must be rubbing off on you.”

Another small grin has him shaking his head, his hands finding my hips and lifting me. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

I wrap my legs around him as he walks us to the edge of the bed. I can feel every hard line of him against me, and I want nothing more than to see him.

I want to trace every corded muscle. I want to follow the path of every tattoo with my lips and fingers. His hands tighten on my thighs to the point of pain, and when my ass hits the mattress, I can see the last bit of resolve in his eyes fading fast.

“There’s only one way this is going to end if you keep looking at me like that.” The sound of his voice alone, the promise behind it, is enough to have me soaked.

My lips brush his, and when I roll my hips forward, feeling just how hard he is for me, I smile. Satisfaction, deep-rooted and fiery, swells in my chest when his eyes flutter closed.

“That’s the idea.”

Restraint snaps like a chord between us, but I’m the one that closes the distance. His lips are punishing, bruising, exploring me as my hands desperately tug him closer.

We shouldn’t do this, a voice tells me, but I’m so fucking tired of listening to reason.Him.I want him. All of him.And he wants me.

His hands are rough- possessive- at my waist, and when they inch lower and trace the hem of my shirt, I’m already lost in him. He tugs my shirt up. It hits the floor a moment later.

Then he’s looking at the skin-tight lace beneath it. My nipples are impossibly hard through the red material, and when his thumb brushes over me, I let out a gasp.

Fire licks every inch of my skin, and the feeling only grows when his hands flip open my pants and yank them to my hips. I lift my ass enough to slide them down my legs, and then I’m left in nothing but lace so sheer it might as well be nothing.

I reach up to trace the full curve of his mouth, and his heated eyes track the movement.

“Your turn,” I tell him, but if he asked me to, I’d beg. Want isn’t enough. Ineedhim- need him to touch me. I need his hands, his mouth, his cock.

My hands find his belt, tugging the strap loose and reaching for the buttons of his shirt until he grabs my wrists, halting me.

His voice is a growl, “Say it, Charlotte.” There’s that goddamn challenge in his eye, and I know he won’t touch me unless I tell him to.

God, I’d been such a fool to pretend like this wouldn’t happen again.

We both knew it was inevitable. One taste, and we couldn’t have enough. But admitting it would… change things.

Fuck it.

“Please fuck me,” I murmur, my voice full of need.

He leans forward slowly, his lips skimming the base of my throat as he releases me. “Strip.”

Not fair, I want to point out but when his palm brushes over my pussy, I’m at his disposal.

I smile, watching his eyes wander over my tits, over the little thong as I pull the delicate strands down my thighs and bare myself to him. The bra is next, and as soon as my fingers find the clasp, I’m spilling out of it.

He reaches for me, but I scoot just out of his grasp. I smirk, my hands brushing over his hardening erection as I unclasp his belt and tug it loose. Next is his pants and boxer-briefs and soon those are gone too, yet I’m still surprised when his length springs free. Every solid inch of him reminds me of the first time. I was sore for days after.

Just imagining it again makes me ache with need as I sink to my knees in front of him. He’s so hard and thick that I take pleasure in fisting him between both of my hands, stroking him once, twice, before taking him in my mouth.

He groans so loudly, his hands burying in my hair as I take him so far that he hits the back of my throat. And I still have one fist wrapped around him. I take him until tears brim the corners of my eyes before pulling back and swirling my tongue around his tip.

“Fuck, baby.”

He wraps my hair around his fist twice, groaning when I take him deep again. He throbs in my mouth as I roll my tongue over him again and again and again. He’s so impossibly hard, and I know he’ll cum down my throat if we go any longer.

He releases my hair suddenly, urging me to stand. “On your back.”

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