Page 15 of Sleigh My Name
Anticipation builds, and she shivers in response as I trail kisses down her torso until I’m wedged between her thighs. I gaze at her in wonder for a moment, marveling at her beauty, before slowly penetrating her with one finger, then another. I twist and push them against her G-spot, forcing waves of pleasure to cascade through her.
“Look at how wet you are for me,” I punctuate each word with a thrust of my fingers.
“Liam,” she moans.
“I like my name on your lips. Let’s see if we can make you scream it, shall we?”
I lower my head and lick along her slit, teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. “Mmm, fuck, Charley. You taste so fuckin’ good, baby. So fuckin’ good.”
Her breath hitches, and ragged, needy sounds spill from her lips while her fingers tangle in my hair and her sharp nails dig into my scalp.
A chuckle escapes me; she’s demanding and confident. I like this new Charley. At these moments, she’s sure of herself and unafraid to take what she needs.
I glide my hands over her curves until I reach her breasts, kneading like a starved man. “That’s it, slut. Show me where you want me. Take what you want. Thatta girl. Mmm, fuck. Come on my tongue, baby. Drench my face with this whore pussy. Be a good little slut for me. A good little toy for me to use.”
Charley’s legs clamp around my neck, and her thighs squeeze my head at my filthy words.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck my face. Such a filthy whore.”
I add a third finger, stretching her pussy while keeping my tongue on her clit. My cock is so fucking hard. All I want to do is flip her over and pound into her sweet pussy.Mypussy.Myfucking girl. Her walls squeeze around my fingers, and her hips lift off the bed. Her body shakes as she holds my head to her cunt and comes in waves. Fuck, she’s so fucking perfect.
I allow her to hold me until her body relaxes and her legs flop open. Moving quickly, I slam my hand around her throat. “Very good, baby. Now open wide so Daddy can stuff your worthless mouth.”
Charley’s lips part, and I stuff the three fingers I had inside her into her mouth, letting her taste her flavor.
“That’s it, fuck hole. Clean my fingers. Show me you’re good for something. Did you think I would let you stay here for free? Nah, baby girl. Your pretty fuck holes are going to be payment for my kindness. When I say the word, you’ll present your holes to me and let me have my pick. You’ll be my perfect little bitch, won’t you?”
Charley moans as she grips my firearm and laps at my fingers like a starved animal. Fuck, she loves it when I degrade her. How far does she want me to take this? I suppose I’ll have all the time in the world to explore these fascinating new parts of Charley now I have her back.
She seemed to like the depravity, but I still need reassurance. This girl makes me feel like I’m floating without direction, adrift in a vast, indifferent universe. These emotions are terrifying—avisceral cocktail of anxiety and exhilaration. It’s the most alive I’ve ever felt.
A dangerous energy surrounds my feelings for Charley, threatening to unravel me. It’s a volatile mixture of infatuation and desperation, a constant hum vibrating in my blood. For her, I would pay a fool’s price.
Charley is the hit I’ve never been able to shake. The addiction I could never kick. The only reason I ever thought I might was because she was out of reach. I didn’t detox by choice—I just couldn’t get what I was jonesing for. Charley. The woman I craved. The woman I could never forget. I fooled myself into believing I could be free of her, but I was wrong. So damn wrong.
Charley is the high I’ve been chasing all these years, the phantom limb I kept reaching for, the impossible ideal. It’s why nothing ever felt good, why every other woman seemed to dim in her shadow. Why every drug dulled my senses instead of allowing me to see in technicolor.
It’s hard to go back to the mundane when you’ve tasted utopia. She says she’s here with me now—a promise whispered in the wind—but I could still mess it all up. I could still shatter this fragile peace with my self-doubt and insecurities.
My hands are clammy, and my heart pounds violently, a frantic drumbeat against my ribs. She says she wants one thing—a simple, almost terrifying declaration. But women say they want shit they don’t all the time, don’t they? What if she thinks I need something, a piece of her, and she’s offering it to me out of pity or a misguided sense of obligation?
The only thing I need isher.
Just her.
I need Charley to know that no matter what happens, I’ve got her. I don’t want her to believe for one moment that my words or touch during sex have anything to do with the way my heart fucking explodes for her.
I clear my throat, drinking in her perspiring face and damp hair. She’s the most stunning vision I’ve ever seen. “Was that okay? Did anything I said upset you?”
Charley’s lips turn up. “Nope. Um, you can be more aggressive. But verbally and physically, I liked it. A lot.”
I tilt my head as I look at her. We don’t speak. We just stare into each other’s eyes, waiting for something to break the silence that seems to have shielded us like an uncomfortable blanket.
“How rough do you want it?” I finally ask.
“I want you to fuck me like you don’t care if I want it,” she whispers, turning her head away.
“But… I want you to want it. I want you, every single part of you, to crave me the way I do you. I don’t know what you mean by that, Charley.”
