Page 41 of The Comeback

Chapter Twenty-One

Charlotte

Weston’s hotel room door closes, and he pins me against the hard wooden surface. “God, that was the longest family dinner in history.”

“What made it so long?” I run my hands down his back and cup his ass, rubbing my clit against his thigh.

“The fact I’ve wanted my cock buried deep inside of you for the last six hours and no possibility of it happening.” His hands fist into my hair, pulling my head back and staring into my eyes.

“That does sound long and painful.” I wrap my leg around his to increase the pressure. “I offered to sneak into the bathroom with you.” The heat in my core radiates throughout my body. It took forever to do the dishes because my brothers kept popping in as my virtue’s personal bodyguards.

Even after I explained I wanted my virtue sullied, they hadn’t left. You’d think after the graphic details I’d shared; they would’ve disappeared, but it only made them more determined. To the level that they’d invited Weston to play video games and hadn’t relented until they’d each beaten him in a virtual football game.

Then Saylor showed up. At least she didn’t give us the third degree and mellowed Knox’s overprotective streak a few degrees, but our opportunity to escape was blocked.

“Do you think you could have been quiet as I ate that sweet pussy of yours?” His tongue trails along the column of my neck.

“No.” I shake my head as the pressure of his solid form against my aching sex intensifies the pleasurable sensations. “There’s no chance I could have been quiet.”

“Good. I love to hear you screaming as you climax.” The tugging of my hair increases as he feasts on the spot below my ear. The ones on the back of my neck stand as goosebumps pop out along my flesh. “Is your pussy wet and ready for my hard cock?”

“Yes,” I moan and ride harder over his thigh to sate the need growing like a tidal wave inside me. The slickness between my legs increases. “I need it so bad.”

“How bad? What do you like about my hard cock thrusting inside your tight hole?”

“I like how you fill me up and stretch my walls.” I gasp as little ripples flutter through my sex. “I love the feel of the head of your dick rubbing hard over my G spot.”

“I love tasting your sweet pussy. Finger fucking you. Driving you fucking wild. I want to possess your body and soul until no other man will ever be able to satisfy you.”

“Oh, God. Please.” My eyes roll back into my head as my nipples strain against the fabric of my bra. The man has no mercy. I love dirty talking as much as the next woman, but damn, fuck me already and take me out of my misery.

“Baby, I’ll please you. I’m going to pleasure you all night.” He tugs my shirt out of the way, rips my bra open, and cups my breast, tugging and pulling on the nipple. “I want you to come on my leg as you beg for my cock.”

I bite my bottom lip and stare into his lust-filled eyes. The intensity and heat of his expression make the butterflies in my belly flop and flutter with anticipation. I’m back on the roller coaster, waiting for the bottom to drop.

It’s too much. My release is seconds away, and yet it’s being denied. Refused. I grind harder, trying to find the relief I so desperately need. It’s right there. But it’s not. I groan with a mixture of anger and frustration. “Please. I ache for you so bad. Fill my pussy. Now.”

“That’s it, baby. How bad do you want me?” His mouth crashes against mine. Before I can think, his tongue presses past my lips, tasting, lunging, demanding everything I have as he expertly pulls and twists on my aching nipple.

Oh, God, yes. I squeeze his leg against my sex and wiggle my ass in a circle. “Fuck!” My entire body convulses, and I dig my nails into his skull as I thrust and lunge erratically against his hard body while smacking into the door. The lock makes a rattling sound.

Seconds later, I pull back, and heat floods my face. That was crazy. He didn’t even touch me. How could I come without–anything? A tug on my nipple, and I orgasm?

“Baby, you’re so fucking hot.” His eyes blaze as he rips open the front of my jeans, pulling the denim and panties down to my knees. He uses his foot to drive them down to the floor without bending down.

As I step out of them, he says, “Now, I’ve got to be inside you.”

He works his finger over my clit, and I gasp. “How you respond to me makes me feel like a king. I’m invincible around you.” He dives inside of my sex, and I grind on his hand. I can’t get enough of him. Of what he does to me. Even though I just came, it isn’t enough. It only makes me need him more. It’s a flame I can’t put out. A raging inferno that’s going to destroy me.

“So, tight. I like sinking deep inside your sex. Feeling your walls clenching over me. Knowing you’re about to come again.” He pulls out his fingers and sucks them deep into his mouth. “I make you so wet.”

I grasp at the door as I try to stay upright. The wobbling, jelly-filled legs I’m trying to stand on are threatening to send my ass to the floor in a heap.

“Do you want my hard cock?” he growls as he rips open his jeans, grasps his bulging erection, and strokes it. When he reaches the tip, he convulses. “Fuuuuck.”

“Yes. I need you so bad. Fuck me hard and deep.”

After slipping on a condom, he grabs my leg, wrapping it around his waist, and thrusts his hips forward. The slickness of my pussy easily sucks him in, and I lunge my pelvis forward, taking him to the hilt. The first orgasm only increased my need. I want more. I can’t survive without more.

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