Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60573 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 303(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 202(@300wpm)
Moving his hand down, he slid two fingers into her wet cunt.
“Do you want my dick, baby?”
“Yes.”
“I’m going to give it to you, and make you beg, and scream my name.”
She moaned.
He stroked his thumb against her clit, teasing her even more.
Charlotte moaned, and her cream coated his fingers inside her. He pumped in and out, finding a pace that took her to the edge of pleasure and kept her there.
She was responsive.
Capturing her lips, he glided his tongue inside her mouth, and she met him stroke for stroke.
Her body thrust onto his fingers, and he wanted to feel her coming on his fingers. Tonight, he wasn’t in a rush to have this over. They had seven years, and a lot of pain to get over.
“Come for me, Charlotte. Soak my fingers with your cream.”
She groaned as he spread his fingers, opening her up. Charlotte was so tight that he needed to stretch her to accommodate him.
His cock pulsed, spilling pre-cum against her stomach. This wasn’t about him, but about her.
He flicked his thumb from side to side, and Charlotte came apart. Her orgasm spilt onto his fingers. Gash didn’t stop. He slowed down his strokes until she was still gasping his name.
When it was over, he removed his fingers from her pussy, and sucked the digits into his mouth.
“You taste so damn good, baby,” he said. He released her arms, and she wrapped them around his neck, holding onto him.
She sighed. “That was amazing.”
“There’s more to come.”
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Part of Charlotte knew this was crazy, but another part knew it was the right thing to do. She wanted to be with Gash, and being in his arms, settled the war within her. He’d never hurt her, and apart from grabbing her around the throat, he never had.
There hadn’t really been much pain then either. He’d caught her by surprise more than anything.
Gash took possession of her mouth, and he moved them toward the bed. She kissed him back with a passion that startled her. Charlotte had never considered herself to be particularly into sex. Gash was awakening all of her body, making her crave his touch in the most basic way.
He dropped her to the bed, and she stared up at him. Gash reached down, grabbing one of the condoms. “We deserve this chance to be together. No kids yet.”
“No kids yet.” It didn’t hurt anymore. Seven years it had taken, and Gash being back in her life for her to finally get over it.
“We will, baby.”
“Yes.”
He tore into the condom and slid the latex over his cock.
She opened her thighs as he climbed onto the bed, and he settled over her.
“Do you want me to turn back and head to the club?” he asked.
Charlotte frowned. “Jeff? Rebecca?”
“I can live without taking them out. I’ve got you, and they can’t take that away from me. Tell me if you want me to leave and we’d start our life together.”
She cupped his cheek. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yes. I’d do that for us. No questions asked.”
Stroking her cheek, she ran her finger against his lip. Charlotte struck, grabbing his shoulders, and pushing him to the bed. She straddled his waist, and then was nervous about her weight. “Am I too heavy?” she asked.
He shook his head, grabbing her hips, and grinding against her body. They were not having sex yet, but his desire was evident. “You’ll never be too much for me.” He ran his hands up her body, cupping her tits. She moaned as he fingered her nipples, pinching them.
Taking hold of his hands, she placed them beside his body.
“You don’t like my hands on your tits?”
“I like it a lot, but I’ve got something more to say and do first. Leave your hands there.” She waited until he sighed and relaxed beneath her touch. Releasing his hands, she stared down his body. There were scars that decorated his body. Some of the scars were covered by the ink that he’d decorated his body with. Starting at his neck, she found the first scar across his collar bone. Tracing her fingers over each mark, she tilted her head to the side, staring down his body. “Your body is covered in scars. Some of those were given to you because you’re a Skull, right?”
“Yes.”
“Others were given to you in prison?”
“Yes.”
She saw the uneven ones, and guessed they had to be made from an object not generally used to cut flesh. “Did they hurt?”
“Yeah, but I got them back, and if I didn’t, then the guys did when they were released.”
“The Skulls took care of you?”
“Yes.”
“I like that.” She stroked down his rock hard stomach. “I like to know that you were taken care of by people who cared about you.”
“No one cared about you.”
“I wasn’t important, Gash.”
He sat up, gripping her arms. At first she gasped, flinching as he moved so fast, then feeling stupid. “I would never hurt you, Charlotte. You’re important to me, and back then you were, too.”