Page 47 of Keeping His Brat

He laughed when a gentle pat made her jerk as it set off an aftershock. “You okay there, sweetheart?”

“No. I think you killed me.” She could barely form the words and they came out low and slurred when she did manage.

“Death by pleasure? Hmm, didn’t know that was possible. Was it orgasm number eight that did it, you think?” He sounded thoughtful, like he was trying to work out an interesting problem.

She pinched his leg for being a smart ass, and he retaliated with a hard smack on the back of one thigh. She gasped as every nerve ending lit up. There was no pain tolerance left. “I’ll be good, don’t—just don’t do anything else.” The plea burst from her with a desperate note.

“Poor Charlie.” He chuckled as he lifted her in his arms and resettled her face down on the bed. “Unfortunately, leaving you alone isn’t on the agenda. I believe you wanted me to fuck you so hard you felt it tomorrow.”

Charliehadwanted that. Of course, that was before he’d destroyed her with a never-ending series of orgasms. Her body was still twitching every time a draft blew across her skin. She was going to fly into a million pieces if he kept going. She whimpered and buried her face in the freshly washed blankets with their sweet fabric softener scent.

“You could always tap out and use your safeword if it’s too much,” Sam suggested. There was a high level of amusement in his voice, as if he were seconds from bursting out in laughter. He knew very well that she wasn’t going to use a safeword to stop him from giving her more pleasure.

It was tempting, so tempting, if only to take him by surprise. But Charlie was not the type to turn down more of something good. He’d only have himself to blame if he really did kill her with too much and she told him so.

“No Daddy, but you’ll be sorry if I break because you overloaded every single one of my nerves.” She tried to sound pouty, but she literally didn’t have the energy for theatrics.

“I think you’ll be fine.” Sam chuckled as he ran his hand down her bare back. He stopped just under her right shoulder blade, where she always seemed to have an itch.

She arched her back, purring like a kitten as he found just the right spot and gave it a good scratch. She twisted a little, guiding him. “Right there. Yes… wait, down a little. Ohhh yeah… perfect.”

“You’d think I was doing something besides scratching your back, the way you sound. And here I was trying to give you a break from sex, so you didn’t ‘die’. If you’re going to moan and writhe likethat, I’m not going to be able to hold off,” he commented, laughing.

“Mmm, but it feels so good.” She let out a breathy sigh full of contentment and melted back into the covers as the itch was finally cured. “Anyway, you never know how much you miss having someone else in the house until you get an itch you can’t reach.”

“Is that the only reason you missed me, Charlie?” His hand moved down to her ass, stroking the rough work-hardened palm across the tender flesh.

“No, you know it’s—Oh …” The words trailed off and she forgot to continue what she was saying.

The first feather light touch tickled and made her wiggle a little. He pressed down harder. The firm stroking seemed to briefly re-ignite the fire in the center of each cheek, but it was in that aching way that she loved. She clamped her mouth shut to stifle the moan that wanted to escape.

Sam knew what he was doing to her. He knew that her whining about it being too much would last only until things cooled down and then she’d be ready to go. It didn’t take long now that the oversensitive pinging had retreated.

He massaged her thighs, kneading the sore muscles until she groaned, and then he moved back up to the cheeks and did the same with a slightly lighter hand. It was so enjoyable and relaxing that she lay there feeling completely satiated.

She actually started to fall asleep and didn’t notice the arousal starting to creep back up on her as his talented hands and fingers pressed and rubbed. He trailed his fingers down the seam that split her ass and then lower where her thighs pressed together.

Eventually he worked his way between her thighs and lazily circled her clit until all the sleepy contentment was gone, replaced by rising hunger. She couldn’t believe there was anything left in her. Then the slow tightening began in her center.

In one quick movement he pulled his hand free and dragged her up onto her knees to claim her. He nudged her legs open, and then she felt his hot, hard length pressing between her spread lower lips. After so much foreplay she was open and ready for him.

“Hold on baby, this is going to be a bumpy ride,” he growled against her neck.

Then Sam gave her what she asked for. The time for slow teasing was over. He shoved his way into her easily, slamming home with one long thrust that made her toes curl. Her own slippery juices eased his way, so he didn’t have to work for it.

When Charlie had been sprawled across the bed, she’d thought she was done, that she couldn’t take anymore. Now she realized that all those orgasms had just been an appetizer. This was the main course and from the second he entered her she realized how much she’d needed this part too.

She was surprised at his strength when he gripped her thighs and drove into her. Maybe he’d been storing up all his sexual energy while he’d lain in bed for two long weeks. She wouldn’t have known he had been sick at all with the way he poured on the intensity. His hips snapped like a machine, and he plowed into her as if he was desperate to reach some deep place.

The first thrust had drawn a low, shocked gasp from her. Every single one after that forced some kind of cry from her. Most of the noises she made were barely human. She tried to form words but nothing that left her mouth was understandable, even to her own ears. Her hands fisted in the sheets and pulled so hard that they came loose from the corners and ended up in a pile in the middle of the bed.

She didn’t notice; she was too intent on the pleasure that was rapidly building in her core.

“Beg me, Charlie. Beg me to come one last time.” He snapped the order, and his hand slapped the outside of her thigh at the same time.

Sam didn’t threaten to stop but she knew him, and it was implied. He’d done it before even though it punished them both.

It pulled her back, just enough that she could think. The climax was so close she wasn’t sure that itcouldbe stopped even if he pulled out of her. The bratty side of her reared up and she was tempted, for a moment, to be stubborn about it.

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