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Charlie rests back in the chair with his hands draped over the arms, observing me under his watchful eye.
From my knees, I watch him back, waiting for his guidance, building with anticipation. I wonder if he’ll want me to milk him while I suck him dry, and if he’ll want it deep throat. Does he like his balls played with? Licked?
I’ll happily lick them. I’ll do anything he wants.
His guidance doesn’t come for a while. We just sit here soaking up each other in a comfortable, bonding state of silence. It’s so raw and open between us that I flinch when his voice cuts through us, summoning his first order. “You will put your hands on me at all times, Blaire,” he says, face casting over with lust, “and you will maintain eye contact, comprender?”
“Okay, Charlie.” I couldn’t sound anymore devoted to him if I tried, ablaze with yearning. I grip his inner thighs, making his muscles tic.
“Buena niña,” he rasps, good girl, a soft smile reaching the fiery glow in his eyes. “I don’t like it when you put your hands behind your back, and I don’t like it when you shut your eyes. I can’t sense that you’re here with me, baby.”
“I understand, Charlie.” I tuck my feet under my butt, prepared for this, prepared to learn, then I can cater to whatever he wants.
He fists the base of his long, fat cock, standing it up on end. With his other hand, he grabs one of mine and pulls me closer. He leans forward to kiss the inside of my palm, and I feel the gesture tingling all the way down to my toes.
“Where do you want my other hand?” I give his muscled thigh a squeeze, causing his cock to twitch. “Here?”
“How about...on your bonita little pussy,” he says, sending my pulse through the roof. “Touch yourself. Slowly. Don’t cum though, Blaire,” he warns, “I want you high on lust, not falling over the edge.”
I slip between my legs where I’m already sopping wet, smearing my fingers in my tender folds. It makes my toes fist. It aches as I watch him massage his swollen cock, causing the head to glisten with pre-cum.
“Now, I want you to touch me here.” Charlie uses my fingertips in his hold to trail the line above his pubic bone, through the thick hair there. His muscular stomach quivers, and I realize he likes that. His pupils expand, turning the paleness of his eyes black.
“Where do you want my mouth?” I ask, passively licking my lips.
“Shhh,” he hushes me, blinking heavily. “Just touch your clit for now.”
I do. I soak my fingers in my dampness, and then I massage my inflamed bud, shuddering as I do.
“Does it feel as good as when I touch you, baby?”
I shake my head, trying not to moan but I can’t. It comes out low and violent, right from the depth of me—and I feel all tingly and prickly when my shoulder brushes Charlie’s inner thigh, causing goose bumps to break out all over his legs.
Letting go of my hand on his stomach, he grips the back of my head and tows me forward. While he holds the base of his cock still, mashing it against my neck, he makes me kiss his quivering stomach, across the thick hair there. Hmmm, he smells all musky and manly, and his skin is on fire, burning my lips.
“Slowly,” he says. “Like you want to do it.”
“I do want to do this, Charlie.” I pepper kisses all over him, then I use my tongue, leaving warm, wet trails. His shaft swells further in his fist, jutting against my neck with eagerness. I have to swallow to restrain my hunger to taste him.
“You really are a fucking treat, you know that?” His fist twists in my hair as he pushes me down, rubbing my cheek on his engorged length as he holds it up for me. “Tongue,” he orders, and I stick it out the side of my mouth. It isn’t even half the width of his shaft, a tiny, pink piece of flesh teasing him with endless endeavor. I lick every inch of his musky cock while still rubbing it with my cheek.
My eyes flash when I remember he did this to me once, licked my underwear—and then he blew on them. It was nice.
I breathe out, and he groans, and my soul explodes with pride.
I learned from the master.
I do it again, and his body tremors.
“Trying to tease me, hmm?” he asks, knowing what I’m playing at.
I smirk in secret, still licking him as he steers me about with his hand in my hair.
“Are you playing with yourself?” His voice comes out deeper than usual, and he groans again when I say that I am. I’m gently strumming my clit, tiny girl moans escaping my mouth.
“You like that, don’t you, Blaire?”
“Yes,” I breathe the word, a wave of heat washing over my body. “But, I wish you were touching me.”
“I will. Soon,” he promises, stroking near my eyebrow with his thumb.
Forcefully turning my head, Charlie smears my lips up the other side of his erection, from the depth to the tip. He rubs my other cheek on him, too, telling me to lick him. I do everything he asks while picking up the pace to stimulate myself. My pussy tingles, shivers racing through me. I want to cum so badly, but I won’t because he said I’m not allowed.
He orders me to swirl my tongue around the head of his cock now, and I greedily lap up his delicious, salty flavor. I grab his hand clasping the base of his cock, digging into his fingers with my nails, until he lets go and gives me full control.
“Does that taste good, Blaire?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”
“Ah-huh.”
“Down your throat?”
“Yes!” I gasp, all but whimpering because I’m so turned on. Who knew sucking cock and masturbating at once was this hot?
As he demands, I wrap my lips around the head and suck hard enough to make him jerk in his skin. A whole bead of pre-cum seeps into my mouth, spreading out on my tongue.
“Hmmm.” I swallow ravenously, turning him on with my humming, making him moan in a feverish state.
When I suck the tip again, creating a suction that hurts my eyes, he grabs at the chair arm, turning his knuckles white. I glance up at his hooded eyes, desperate to see his expression. It’s raw. His lips are parted, accommodating faster breaths, while the expanse of his buff chest rises and falls.
“That’s it, baby,” he croons with hooded eyes, sounding lost in desire. “I love it when you look at me. So fucking beautiful.” He asks for my wet hand, and I give it to him, crafting a string of arousal in the space between us. His lips smudge on all my juices; his tongue tasting them. His eyes grow heavier and darker, getting high on my nectar, and the pulse near his temple throbs like crazy.
I want more of his high. All of it. I want to wring this man dry.
Without an order, I squeeze the base of his cock, mold my lips around the tip, and draw down, sliding along every ridged vein. My cheeks stretch to the point of burning. My eyes water, and I’m half gagging, but I push a little harder. He shoves past my throat boundary, choking me, and shudders in reaction. When my lips meet his thick, pubic hair and his balls are crushed under my chin, he groans so hard it beats through his body.
“Ohhh, just like that, Blaire.” His teeth clench on my fingers, holding on by a thread, and I use my thumb to stroke his lips, a display of affection and acceptance. “You’re doing everything right, baby. Suck it just like that.”
Pride swells in my chest, and I draw back, gargling against the thick saliva clotted in my air passage. I take him deep throat again, moaning as I do. It’s easier to satisfy him like this while holding his cock in position, easy to settle into an erotic rhythm of backing and forthing on him. I want to knock him over the edge of bliss, so I pick up the pace, getting faster and deeper, mouth-fucking him with pleasure. His legs tense, body rigid with tension, crushing me in his thighs, but I don’t stop. From under my eyebrows, I watch him slowly come apart, relishing in the now familiar look on his face as his jaw ticks and his nostrils flare. It’s pure, inhuman desire. It suits him. It’s worth all the gagging. It’s worth the training to become a maven at sucking his cock.
Maksim used to say that girls who suck good are keepers.
The mood in the room charges as Charlie tinkers about to tumble over the border of insanity. I yelp when his hand smacks into the back of my head, fingers tangling in my hair to hold me down while brackish liquid spurts down my throat.
“Oh, fuck, Dios mío!” he growls, squeezing me tighter in his powerful thighs, tensing and shaking with an orgasm so severe it suffocates me. I cough and splutter, choking to keep him down, but he’s gushing to the point of overflowing. Thick, stringy saliva and his cum coats my chin, dripping off and onto my lap every time I retch.
I yelp again in panic and pain when he drags me to my feet by my hair, hands thrashing out to stop whatever he might do. Liquids trickle out of my mouth and down my front, all over my breasts and stomach, but Charlie seems to like it. Gathering me on his lap with my knees open on either side of his waist, he grips my middle in his large hands and tugs me forward, going crazy kissing and sucking my breasts, slavering over his cum.
“Charlie, what—”
“Hush, chica, don’t be scared,” he pants over me, lost in his mind. “Just don’t be scared.”
I’m not scared now. I’m...spellbound. He’s so dirty, but I can’t look away. I watch as he sucks my nipples one by one, poking them out like bullets, teasing them in his teeth. I hiss when he nips too hard, and his eyes glance up at mine, buzzing on lust. It sets me off. My pupils explode with white light. I thrust my fingers in his thick, silky hair and pull, arching his head back, giving myself full access to his mouth. Our teeth clash, with his cum, mine, and our saliva all blending together as one flavor.
We moan and groan in harmony, all hands, kisses, and bodies rubbing against each other.
“Fuck me, please,” I beg on his mouth, clinging to him desperate with desire. “It’s been a week too long, Charlie. I miss you. I want you, now.”
Without delay, he fondles to reach between my legs, and I gain a little height on my knees to give him the room he needs. He splays my folds, brushing his thumb across my clit as he does. I shiver all over, an outer bodily reaction, and he buries two fingers in my inundated sex. I whimper, my lower belly forming with pressure as he curls those fingers on my magic button. He twists and turns his hand to open me up, and I cry out loud.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you, baby?”
I nod, all but sobbing as he power-kneads my G-spot. My body scorches with heat, heart roaring with adrenaline. The build climbs stratospheric until I combust with convulsions and screams, streaming with tears of ecstasy.
Charlie pulls his fingers out of me while I’m mid-high and positions his cock, so the damp, warm head is touching my still hungry lips.
“Sit on it,” he says, his eyes blazing like blue flames. “And look at me as you do. I want to see your face.”
Doing as I’m told, all shivery and tender in the aftermath, I lower onto his fat shaft. I cry through the hedonistic pain of him stretching me wide, filling me up inch by inch until he’s completely sheathed in my decadency. The burn is both delicious and sore, turning my legs to jelly, but I like it. I want more.
And Charlie gives me more than I was expecting.
Crushing me to his body in one arm, he spits on his other fingers and reaches around my waist, under my butt, and works my tight ass ring. My head spins. The feeling of him playing with me there is wild. It radiates through my center, creating a stir of powerful sensations in my belly.
I gear up, wrapping my arms around his neck, just as he massages the tip in. It stings, forcing my muscles to work the wrong way. When he’s knuckle deep, I feel too full but not full enough all at the same time.
“Charlie...” I don’t even know why I husk his name. Looking up, all foggy and majestic, I lock eyes with him, and I can’t hold back any longer. I rock my hips, using my knees to move so my entire body waves like the ocean, and his eyes nearly roll.
The gravity of my last orgasm lingers, enhancing the build growing inside as my clit rubs on his pubic bone. It’s a feeling like no other, caressing me in places I didn’t know existed before him. I moan in melody with him—fiercer when I start riding him up and down, then around and around grinding on his shaft, without ever breaking our gaze. Harder and faster. My lungs burn with breaths, inhaling the sweet, fragrant scent of sex. My breasts bounce, ass cheeks smacking his muscled thighs as he meets my thrusts pound for pound.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy,” he hisses, tensing his face as his own orgasm approaches. Sweat gathers near his eyebrows, the veins there ticking.
His finger in my asshole hooks, pressing down on what almost feels like the back of my G-spot—and I bury my face in his hairy chest. I screech through the sudden, blissful agony of rapture, a wave of pleasure beating at my senses. It makes me ride sky high, turning the world into a blast of colors.
Only when I hear Charlie yelling a frenzy of Spanish curses do I register I’m still in the room. He’s still balls deep, pulsing and swelling in my passage. He’s cumming, too, surfing his own design of paradise.
We float back down together, shells of sweat and pants. His free arm holds me close so we’re chest to chest—then I turn up my head again so we’re mouth to mouth. We gaze intensely at each other, heavy and hooded, trapped in a moment of connection and knowing. We know how we feel about each other. We know who we are with each other now. Darkness and light at once. He bends to kiss me, the softest, most tender peck, but it’s full of severe emotions only Charlie can emanate in his silence.
“Gracias for letting me in,” he pants to whisper, blinking slowly and hypnotically as he rests his forehead on mine. “Knowing exactly who you are only makes me love and cherish you more, Blaire—if that’s even possible.”
I put my hands on his face and smile hazily at him, pressing my lips on his to hide the confession burning my tongue.
“I love you, too, Charlie.”