Pulling all the way out of her, until only the tip remained, Istart to thrust, little by little, giving her a tease and a taste of what’s to come. Then I begin to thrust harder within her, until the sound of our slapping flesh fills the room, as well as her moans.
I lovethat she doesn’t hold anything back. There is no challenge with Charlotte. She succumbs to the pleasure. She wants me, only me.
I can’t get enough of her. Even when she was sore, I tried to do the right thing, but shewas too much of a temptation to ignore.
Like now, we’re in the dining room, supposed to be enjoying breakfast and instead, I have her dress pulled down, exposing her tits, and it shoved up, so I can watch the lips of her pussy as they spread open while sliding down my length. Licking my fingers, I press them toward her core, stroking her clit back and forth. My name spills from her lips, and it’s the sound of sweet music to my ears.
“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come all over my dick.”
She does exactly as I said, and comes, hard. Her cunt became a vise wrapped around my dick. I have to grit my teeth to control my own release. I’m so freaking close. There’s no controlling it and as I come, I do so hard, filling her up. As I do this, I can’t help but wonder if this will be the time that I get her pregnant. That I knock her up. She would look so freaking beautiful full and ripe with my child.
What the fuckwas I thinking?
I didn’t know the first thing about kids, or being a father. It would be a fucking nightmare to do that.
Charlotte collapsed her head against my neck, and I runmy hands over her back, calming her. I loved these movements, and I have a feeling she did as well.
Our breakfasts are still on the table, but I’m not in any rush to get rid of this closeness, which makes no sense to me.
I’ve never been the kind of guywho needed a cuddle. I never wanted women to get too close, or to think they stood a chance with me. They didn’t. It was plain and simple.
“I think we should eat breakfast,” Charlotte said, a slight pant to her breath.
Our stomachs chose that moment to grumble.
We had skippeddinner last night as we had enjoyed several hours of making love and fucking.
Teaching Charlotte was fast becoming one of my favorite activities. I just couldn’thelp it. I wanted to explore everything with her.
Running my hands down her back, I take the straps of her dress, and it was a miracle I hadn’t snapped them. When she entered the dining room dressed in the pretty blue sundress, I’d been unable to containmyself. All I had wanted was to fuck her.
I’dcrooked my finger to her, and she’d stepped right up to me. From there, I’d tugged the panties she’d been wearing down her legs and let them drop to the floor. My cock had already been hard, but I’d managed to ease it out of the tight confines of my pants. And well, the rest is history.
I love every single part of Charlotte. Her tits, her hips, even her fucking waist, which is insane, but I love holding her. Wrapping my arms around her, pulling her against me. Her ass as well. Yep, I loved her ass, the fullness of her. I like to squeeze it, stroke it, and I have even bitten it a few times, which always made her yelp. Loved that sound.
Then of course, I love her face, her eyes. Charlotte has a way of holding back her emotions, of hiding them, but not with me, not in the last couple of weeks. Oh, fuck me, I completely forgot that it had been two fucking weeks. We’d been on our honeymoon for two fucking weeks. I’d called Ivan once during the whole fourteen days.
Charlotte had known I was gettingtesty about not knowing what was going on in my territory, and she insisted I talk to him. I had, and Ivan’s response was everything was fine, all I had to do was enjoy my honeymoon and my wife.
As for Charlotte, she wasan easy woman to please.
Between the game room, the movie room, the bedroom, and exploring the grounds, she seemed perfectly content.
Thinking about her and her past, it didn’t take a genius to realize that Charlotte loved human interaction more than anything else. She’d gotten close to Michael the chef, when she first came to my house, and they did seem like friends now, as if they’d known each other for years. Even the staff liked her and my men. I didn’t have a problem with any of them liking her. It meant they would all do what was necessary to protect her and she had to be protected.
Before letting her go, I hold her close to me.
When I thought about my enemies, I couldn’t help but feel a little panic at the thought of them realizing I now had a weakness. No one could ever know. Not even Ivan.
Our stomachs grumbled for a second time, and I helped Charlotte as she eased off me. Reaching down, I grab her panties and help her step into them. As she does, I see some of my cum spilling out of her pussy, but I don’t wipe it up. I use her panties, cupping them in my palm, and pressing them against her cunt.
“That stays inside you.”
Charlotte groaned. “Why do you have to say those kinds of things?” she asked.
“Because I want to.”
I would have loved to seemy cum spilling out of her pussy, and taking the time to push every single drop back inside her. My pussy. My woman. All fucking mine.
But, I don’t. Iget to my feet, fix her dress into place, and then wrap my arms around her, pulling her in close.
“Tellme when you want to head back to the city.””Are you getting bored?” Charlotte asked.
“Not at all.”
She giggled. “You keep asking me that, but why would I want to leave here? It’s perfect.”
I know there’s a lot she’s not telling me. Her father did a number on her, and from time to time, I’ll say something, and she will explain what happened. The other night I’d been stroking her back, and one of the scars on her back is a little more ridged than the last. That night I found out that Cassie had called Social Services about what was happening, but their father believed it had been Charlotte, so he beat her.
It didn’t come as a surprise to me, the power that the Evil Savages MC had, that no one would believe them, or they were too afraid to go against Demon.
“Then this is where we’re going to stay,” I said.
I kiss her lips and help her into her chair. The fruit doesn’t look quite as crisp or as cold as when it first arrived. My staff know when not to disturb me and seeing this was my honeymoon, they had kept fucking clear of the dining room. I’d have been pissed and had no choice but to punish anyone who interrupted me while I fucked my wife.
Charlotte picked up her fork and pierced some peach. I watch as she takes a bite. Her eyes closed for a few secondsas she enjoyed the taste.
“This is good. I don’t know how Michael does it.”