“What did you have in mind?” Charlotte blinks at me, teasing me, pretending she didn’t just feel how hard she made me in her mouth a few minutes ago.

“Get up,” my voice is like gravel over my vocal chords as I help lift her from her bed. I pick her up and she wraps her legs around my waist as my fingers dig into the plump meat of her ass. I can feel the heat between her legs against my aching cock and I can barely think straight. I twist around, spotting a dresser on the far wall with a huge, arc shaped mirror hanging over it. I walk her over, fighting my urge to slide my cock inside her right now and fuck her mid-air. Instead, I drop her plump ass down on the edge of the dresser and lean over her, kissing her like the key to my survival rests on her full lips.

“I’m gonna fuck that tight pussy, Charlotte,” I murmur in her ear. “Don’t move,” I tell her before grabbing my jeans from the pile of clothes on the floor and frantically searching the pockets for the condom I was sure I had on me.

I check each pocket a second time, not willing to believe I could’ve been so stupid. So fucking stupid! Where is it? I drop them back down in crumpled defeat. Not in there.

Fuck.

“What’s wrong?” Charlotte’s brown eyes cloud over and she bites her pouty bottom lip.

“I don’t have a condom,” I feel like a man who raised the white flag of surrender. Defeated. Done.

“No condom?” She looks down my body. Her eyes flicker over my pecs, down my abs to my cock. She bites her lip again, but this time it isn’t with uncertainty.

It’s with desire.

“Can’t you…do you think you could just, you know? Not cum inside me?” She sounds unsure. Like she’s afraid to offend me. Or maybe she’s afraid I’ll say “No.”

“Are you sure?” I close the distance between us, desperate to feel her heat billow against my skin. I thread my fingers through her hair and gently tug her head to the side, kissing up her neck and suckling on her earlobe, “Are you sure that’s what you want?” I whisper.

“Mmhmm,” she grinds against me and my restraint, the little of it I had, evaporates.

“Get the fuck over here,” I dig my fingers into her ass and drag her toward me, flipping her onto her belly so she’s facing the mirror. “I’m gonna fill you full of cock and I want you to watch the whole thing,” I direct her.

“Take me Connor. Don’t hold back, I want this,” her voice is breathy and her body tenses up with anticipation, “I want you.”

I sweep my foot between her closed legs, opening her stance for me and step between them. In the mirror, I can see that she is waiting, like every second I’m not inside her is painful.

Grabbing her shoulder with one hand, I fist the base of my shaft with the other and guide it to her entrance. I know I should probably go slower. I know I should probably slide in, then out, letting her get used to me before burying myself inside her. But I can’t. I plunge my cock into her tight, wet pussy in one deep thrust. I slide in, every inch of me, until I’m completely sunken inside her, buried to the hilt. My hips press against her shapely ass and she opens her legs further. Like she wants me to reach her very core and I press in deeper.

I pump into her hard and fast. Driving deep on every push, my fingers dig into her dark shoulder blades, holding her tight under my control.

In the mirror, I can see her eyes roll back in her head as I fuck her mercilessly. As I claim her. As I make her mine. “Oh, Connor,” she manages to utter the words. Barely a whisper in the moonlit silence of her room. I watch my thick cock slide into her glistening pussy as her round ass slaps against me.

“Charlotte, you’re so fucking tight. You feel amazing,” I grunt, trying to show some kind of control, but she steals it from me. I can’t control my body's desire for her. Despite all my drinks tonight, I can’t stop myself from cumming. The sensation hits me quicker than I can even process. My balls tighten and my cock twitches as the first spurts of cum erupt from my cock. I pull out and watch as my white ropes arc onto her bronze ass in crazy criss-crossing designs. Like I’m marking her. If only for a moment.

“Oh, fuck,” I grunt, cum streaming out of me like I haven’t touched a woman in a lifetime. Truthfully no woman even comes close to making me feel like her. Like this.

Finally, my cock stops twitching, my cum stops spurting out and I stand up straight. Charlotte rubs my seed into her skin, making the creamy white disappear into a glistening glaze.

“That was incredible Connor,” she grasps on to my hand with her fingertips and I follow her to the bed. As she gets under the covers and I lie next to her, the feeling of familiarity, of this all being amazingly right somehow, overcomes me again. Charlotte snuggles into me, laying her head against my chest and breathes in deeply. I can feel my mind cloud over with exhaustion as my body relaxes into her bed.

Amazingly right, yet familiar somehow. I can’t place it. Maybe in my dreams. I drift off and let the thoughts linger around me as sleep takes me over.