Page 38 of The Beat of My Heart
Grabbing her hips, I roll her to her stomach in one quick movement and she shrieks. Lifting her to her knees, I reach up from behind and cup her tit with one hand. Leaning in, I let my cock grind into her ass as I run my other hand down her spine, stopping at her bra strap to undo the clasp.
Wiggling into me, Angel says, “You’re good one-handed, Charlie,” she teases.
“You haven’t seen anything yet, Angel,” I growl into her ear as I slide her bra straps down her arms.
She is about to say something else, undoubtedly something sassy, but I cut her off when I use my hand to flick open the button on her jeans, and she gasps. “Something you’d like to say, Angel?” I growl.
“Ah, nope, nothing at all, just keep on carrying on,” she says a hundred miles a minute.
“I like that plan, Angel, I think I’ll do just that,” I tell her. Leaning over her again, I unzip her jeans then use both hands to pull them from her body. Loving the view I get as she pushes her ass in the air so I can get the jeans past her knees, I wrap one hand around her waist and bite her ass cheek. Not hard, just enough to hear her squeal and try to pull away from me.
Remembering our conversation from earlier, I run my hand along her ass, running my thumbs along the seam of her thong. She remembers our conversation too; I can tell because she tenses momentarily. Rubbing rhythmic circles on her backside I say, “Shh, Angel, I’ll never hurt you.” I mean it with every fiber of my being.
“Charlie,” she repeats.
Without warning, I smack her ass with my open palm and listen as she moans, burying her face in the pillow to muffle the sound.
“Oh, Angel, that isn’t going to work,” I say as I reach forward to pull the pillow away. “I want to hear you, remember?”
“Holy hell,” she says as she pushes her ass into me again.
“Impatient tonight, Angel. I like it, but we are going to be taking this nice,” I pause, linking my thumbs into the corner of her thong, “and slow,” I finish as I tug her panties free.
“Fuck! Angel, you’re soaking wet for me.”
“Yes,” she pants.
Chuckling, I say, “Have words finally escaped you, sweetheart?” the endearment rolling off my tongue like it was branded there just for her.
“Yes,” she says again, sounding slightly desperate.
Placing both hands on her ass, I angle it towards the ceiling, giving me the perfect view of her glistening pussy.Holy shit. I know I said we were taking this slow, but I’ve turned into a wild animal. Turning my hand palm up, I cup her, tapping my middle finger against her clit, causing her to moan. Painfully slowly, I let my finger enter her channel. Warm heat envelopes me and I have to count to ten.
Pulling away briefly, Angel whines in protest. Shucking my clothes so fast I rip a hole in the arm of the Red Sox shirt I was wearing, I’m back to her in seconds. Gripping my cock in one hand, I place the other back inside her warm lips.
“Fucking hell, Angel,” I force out through gritted teeth. I’m stroking my angry, weeping cock, trying to keep him from going off on his own accord. Curling my fingers inside her, I place my other hand on her hip and pull her into me, letting my dick press into her backside.
“Charlie, I want you inside me, please,” she begs.
“Not yet, sweetheart. I need you to come first, and I will lick every last drop from you,” I tell her. Spreading her legs, I lay down underneath her, pulling her throbbing clit to my face. The surprised gasp she emits has me smiling like a goddamn fool again.
With my hands on her hips, I press her lower so she is straddling my face, and I set the beast free. Hanging on to her tightly with one hand, I use the other to cup her tit, pulling and pinching her nipple as she grinds involuntarily on my face. It is the single hottest moment of my life, and I pray to God, I remember every single second of it.
“Charlie, I-I’m, oh God,” Angel starts then pulls away so suddenly I’m left bereft. Before I can protest, she has turned herself around and is lowering her mouth to my cock.
“Jesus Christ, sweetheart, what the fu—” my brain cells have all died and gone to heaven.
Unable to keep my hips on the bed, they lift to meet her sexy mouth. Using her hand as a guide, she licks a line from my base to tip, paying extra attention to the underside of my head, and I’m fucking gone.
Lifting her hips, I raise her body over my head, tossing her on the bed behind me. Before she can protest, she is flying through the air and I’m on top of her again. Pushing my tip to her entrance. I try to slow down, but when I look at her face, all my willpower is gone. Lifting her ass off the bed, using her heels as leverage, she pushes, and my cock is squeezed by her tight walls.
“Fuck me, Charlie, please. I need you now,” Angel implores.
Rolling my hips, I thrust up and into her, hard. Again and again. Once I’m seated fully inside her heat, I grind my pelvis against her clit, never letting up on the friction. I’m so deep, and she is so tight. I’m grinding my teeth so fucking hard I’ll be surprised if they aren’t brought to dust by the time I finally come.
I feel her pussy pulsating, squeezing my shaft tighter with each thrust. She is getting close. Leaning down so my torso is in line with hers, I kiss her. The kiss is full of the feelings I can’t say. Snaking a hand between us, I put pressure on her clit just as I pick up the pace.
“Angel, I need you to come. I want you to come on my cock so hard my dick will feel your walls strangling him for days,” I tell her.
