Page 177 of With a Cherry On Top

I don’t hesitate. I grab her waist, and once her legs cross over my ass, I steer her toward the living room, my mouth at her ear. “Then get on your knees.”

I throw her on the couch, and once she quickly gathers herself, she sits on her heels, naked perfection. I meant theotherway, so I could fuck her like she requested. But before I can tell her to turn around, she’s fumbling with the zipper of my jeans, then taking my cock out.

Her mouth wrap around me, no teasing or dragging it out, and my abs immediately go stiff. Her tongue swirls around the tip, then she sinks lower, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks.

It’s like every bone in my body turns into jelly.

“Fuck, baby.” I’ve been craving to feel her sucking me off since my brother cockblocked me, and my hands dive into her hair, gripping tight, guiding her. She hums, sending vibrations down my shaft that make me curse under my breath. “Just like that, shit...”

She takes me deeper as her hand works in tandem with her mouth, stroking what she can’t fit in while still maintaining a steady rhythm.

I fully intend to finish inside her tight cunt, so I pull back slightly, panting as I try to regain some semblance of control. But, unhappy I’ve pulled back, she leans forward and takes me again.

Every nerve in my body is on fire, every thrust of her lips, every flick of her tongue sending electric shocks straight to my soul. I’m moaning,beggingher not to stop, my hips bucking into her mouth as she takes me faster, until I’m right on the fucking edge.

My hands bury into her hair on either side of her head. I resist the impulse of shoving her down, and noticing my hesitation, she looks up. “Take what you need, Aaron. Use me. I can handle it.”

Fuck.

With a guttural noise, I tighten my grip on her hair and thrust forward, burying myself deep. She chokes around me, thecontraction making my vision blur as I lose myself in the wet heat of her mouth.

I set a brutal pace, my hips snapping forward as I take exactly what she offered. Each thrust is desperate, my cock hitting the back of her throat again and again. She takes it, eyes locked on mine, swallowing me down like she was made for this.

“Charlotte—oh my—take it, fuck yeah, I can’t believe—shit, I...fuck, fuck,fuck!”

Tears prick the corners of her eyes, saliva slicking her chin, but she doesn’t pull away. If anything, she urges me on, her fingers digging into my ass like she wants me to fuck her mouth even harder.

“Hold on—wait—” I mumble. My muscles lock and my body shakes as I slam deep one last time, then appeal to every bit of my self-control and pull back.

She licks her glistening lips clean, dark green eyes staring up at me. “What’s wrong, Chef? I thought it was my turn to eat?”

I’m at a loss for words with how gorgeous she looks like that. Red-rimmed eyes, tear marks on her cheeks, her hair a mess of ember curls. Disheveled and undone forme.

I grip her arm and turn her over, enjoying her squeal when the rough skin of my hand meets her soft ass with a loud clap.

I wait for a reaction to make sure I didn’t overstep, and she arches perfectly for me, chest spasming against the couch cushion. I take a second to admire the sight. Her legs spread for me, the red shape of my hand on her asscheek, moisture glistening on her inner thighs.

“Should we move this to the bedroom?” she says, meeting my gaze over her shoulder. “I’m not in the mood for another family reunion.”

“You’re delusional if you think I’d make it past the stairs.”

I strip out of my clothes in record time and run my hands up the backs of her thighs to her hips. I press a kiss to hershoulder blade then line myself up until the head of my cock slides through her slick heat. The scent of her skin—shit, it does something to me. More than desire, more than lust. Iloveher, and I need her to know.

“Stop playing,” she hisses, tugging me closer. “If you don’t give it to me right now, I?—”

Fine.I thrust into her in one slow, steady stroke, and her hands grip the couch tighter as I start to move, my fingers digging into her hips. The sound of our bodies meeting echoes off the walls—wet, filthy, perfect.

“That what you needed?” I grit out, thrusting harder.

“Yes, fuck, yes.” She pushes back against me. “This cock—myGod.”

I slide a hand up her back, fisting her hair, pulling her head back to expose the long line of her neck.

“You feel how deep I am, baby?” I whisper against her ear. “No one else’s ever going to fuck you like this ever again. No one will make you come like this but me.”

“Only you,” she moans. “Only you, Aaron.”

I reach around and find her clit, rubbing tight circles in reward. Her moans turn into high, broken cries.

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