My brain couldn’t stop jabbering.

I was inside Charlie.

I’d taken her virginity.

My cock drove into her soft pussy over and over, obliterating that V-card so only a hazy memory would remain.

I was drunk on the knowledge that I was her first.

I’d never been caught up in the virgin game but with Charlie everything was different.

Colors seemed brighter, tastes and smells more powerful.

Her skin was like velvet.

The taste of her pussy was like heaven.

I could die smiling with her musk beneath my nose.

“Charlie,” I murmured over and over, each drive deeper than the last.

Our hips kissed and smashed against one another with a frenetic rhythm.

I was nearly bending her small body in half to go as deep as my cock would let me.

She’d cried out once as I breached her folds but she was like a beast and wouldn’t let me stop.

Her fierce spirit called to mine.

Charlie was made of nails beneath that soft, womanly flesh and that was hotter than anything I’d ever known.

I found her swollen clit and pinched it, knowing it would drive her crazy.

I swallowed her cries greedily and she clung to me with just as much fervor.

I fucked her hard and well.

My climax threatened to explode quick and violent. I tried to slow down, pull back but the greedy little woman wouldn’t hear of it.

“More,” she demanded breathlessly, refusing to let me stop. “I need to feel you inside me.”

I shuddered at the words, my thoughts melding into gibberish.

The pursuit of pleasure was in charge now.

My cock was steering the ship.

Her sweet, tight pussy was hot, wet and deep.

Her pussy swallowed my cock like a seasoned whore, making a mockery of her virginity.

I swelled with pride.

A wet pussy was a ready pussy.

And I’d readied that sweet cove pretty damn good.

And now my little red-haired fox was greedy for more.

I would happily give it to her.

My balls tightened and a groan followed as my body took control.

My thrusts became more erratic, reckless — intent on the final moment of explosion.

Pull out, Damon, I told myself, my hips working hard. Pull out!

But I didn’t.

I couldn’t bring myself to withdraw.

I wanted to fill her with my seed.

I wanted Charlie dripping with my semen.

“I’m sorry,” I gasped as I came like thunder rattling the sky, jet after jet filling my sweet Charlie with everything I was made of. Extreme pleasure blotted out my senses as I thrust like a robot on auto-pilot, mindless yet focused on a single thing.

“Yessss,” I cried from between clenched teeth, each spurt marking my territory in some primitive way that spoke to the beast in me. “Fuck yesssss!”

My cock pulsed as I finished and I could feel tiny spasms in her pussy, clenching at my cock, milking each drop from the shaft, drawing my essence deep inside.

And all I could do was breathe heavily, trying not to collapse on top of her.

If she realized the import of what’d happened, she wasn’t saying anything.

I’d cum inside her.

With no protection.

I might’ve just knocked her up.

And you know what, God forgive me but I didn’t care.

The caveman brain was still in control.

Even though my spent cock was softening, I couldn’t stop from thrusting against her a few more times, tiny, soft motions with my hips, trying to soak every illicit pleasure from this stolen moment.

She whimpered and I kissed her hard.

Charlie was all softness and feminine charm, yielding and giving at that moment.

I stirred, still half-inside her.

I could go again.

Already, I was hardening, my gun priming.

But we would freeze in this fucking weather.

We needed to get back to the motel.

And then I would fuck her again.

And again.

And again.

I already knew I was addicted.

One taste and that’s all it’d taken.

Whatever chance or hope I’d had to walk away from Charlie disappeared the moment I’d sank between her thighs.

We’d both known it at some level but we’d fought it tooth and nail because this wouldn’t make things easier — fuck no, it would complicate things worse than they already were.

Charlie was my woman.

I’d tear apart anyone who tried to say otherwise.

Charlie wasn’t the kind of woman you banged and forgot.

Charlie was a forever kind of woman.

A woman I didn’t deserve but I was taking anyway.

Fuck what I deserved.

She was mine.

End of story.

I dared anyone to question my claim.