"Barr—"
"Have you forgotten how things work between us?"
She shakes her head. “No.”
"Who controls this dance?"
"You do."
"And who do you belong to?"
"You."
"You, who?"
"You, Master."
"That was so beautiful. My wife-to-be is as docile as my former lover and girlfriend." She grins. I pat the bed next to me and say, "I want you to lie down on your back with your legs spread open."
She's eager to comply.
“Seeing you spread open like this for me is a dream," I marvel. "Such a long wait for such a perfect sight. I'm going to fuck you so hard, I might end up killing both of us.”
“As long as I enter the Gates of Heaven by your side, I’m good,” she laughs.
"When you say stuff like that, it goes straight to my head. It makes me want to make good on my word."
"You won't hear me object."
I lie down next to her and fold my arm underneath my head. I take my time admiring her beauty, inch, by inch, by inch.
“Your nipples are swollen with anticipation, aching for my touch.” I start gently caressing her hard peaks.
"I'm not going to even try to deny that."
Her honest answer draws a chorus of chuckles from me.
I trail a languorous finger from her nipple, to her bellybutton and down to her pussy. A growl rumbles in my throat when her wetness coats my fingers.
“Fuck,” I say.
“Yes, please.” She parts her legs wider letting out a low groan, but I don't give her what she wants. Not yet. My finger travels all the way up to her chin. I part her lips, forcing my wet finger into her mouth. Her lidded eyes capture mine. I read so much lust in them. I have no doubt she can read the same hunger in mine. “Which set of lips do you want me to take care of first?” I ask.
“Oh, I get to choose? What's the special occasion?”
“Just answer the question, woman.”
She laughs.
"Well, since you already kissed the hell out of me after the proposal… perhaps you might focus on my lower lips. They’ve been severely neglected."
"No finger action?"
"No."
"You didn't buy any toys?"
"No."
"So you're starving?" She nods. "You want to grind your hard little clit against my tongue?" I ask.
"Correction, mate. I don't want to. I need to."
With a feral grunt, I crush my lips against hers, reclaiming her mouth.
After a few passionate minutes, I slide down the bed and drop soft kisses against her skin. I gently bite the lower part of her tummy and her breath hitches.
“I’ve missed your smell, kitten.”
"Oh, God, Barrett," she whimpers.
I trail down her body, worshiping every part of her with a lingering touch. Her body trembles in response. Her reaction awakens the alpha beast I’ve repressed for these past few months.
“Do you know what else I’ve missed?" She shakes her head. “I’ve missed dominating your pussy. And your ass.”
"I want it. I want it all," she says tugging at my hair.
“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve dreamt of tasting your sweet pussy.”
"It's yours for the taking."
And so I do.
I drop my head between her legs and flirt with her hard clit with my lips before licking her warm pussy. That first taste of sweetness is intoxicating.
“Jesus,” she lets out, fisting the covers tightly. “I almost forgot how good you are at this.”
“Don’t worry. You’ll remember as my dirty mouth forces you to lose your bloody mind and you come screaming your head off. I expect you to show your appreciation by gushing inside my mouth, kitten. Anything less, and we’ll start over until your voice is hoarse.”
“Jesus, that was filthy.”
“Ten and a half months of near celibacy will do that to a guy.”
“Wh-what?”
Charlotte folds her elbows against the mattress and sits up.
She blinks a few times without speaking.
“Ten and a half months?" I nod. “In Athens, you said you hadn’t been with someone in a month.”
“Yeah. One month before we reconnected.”
A look of understanding dawns on her features. "There hasn’t been anyone else since I broke things off?”
“No.”
"You can't be serious, Barrett."
“What’s so surprising?” I ask.
“Your appetite for sex is off the charts,” she says.
“You mean, my appetite for you.”
“Oh," she blinks furiously. "There you go again saying things…”
“That random shag was it. Our time in Athens broke my self-imposed celibacy. I didn't want anyone else. Needless to say, that once I found out you had left London, sex with another woman was inconceivable.”
“My God, Barrett. Really?”
“Really.”
She waves me over and I indulge her. When I’m close, she grabs the back of my head and forces my lips against hers. Contrary to the one we exchanged downstairs, this kiss is unhurried and tender. I devour her slow and steady.
"I love you so much," Charlotte murmurs into my mouth.
“I love you too, butterfly.” I gently pull away from her. "Let me get back to taking care of you."
"Okay," she blushes.
I travel down her body with a string of warm kisses until I reach one of my favorite spots. I push down against her legs and she opens wider for me. Without a minute to spare, I lean forward and ravish her pussy.
Fuck.
The little thrusts she makes while my mouth is on her drives me out my goddamn mind.
I swirl my tongue a few times before sticking it inside her wetness, taking in as much of her sweet juices as I possibly can.
I look up to see her looking down at me, dazed and so heady. My eyes are locked onto hers as I feast on her pussy with a gentleness I haven't bestowed on her since the first few times I made her mine in Monaco.
Bloody hell, yeah.
“God.” She contorts her body when my lips pull her clit into my mouth. “Don’t stop,” she begs.
I moan against her needy pussy.
“Barrett!” she cries out when I curl one finger inside her wetness. “I'm close!" she wails pulling at my hair. I double my efforts. Pushing things further and further until she loses control. “Ohhhh.” She pushes her hips against my lips as she presses my head against her. I insert another finger inside her and start stroking her G-spot. Our eyes are still locked onto each other, which heightens the moment.
“I love you,” she whispers.
I show her my love by closing my lips tighter against her clit and pressing down against her sweet spot.
"Yes, yes, yes. God, yes. Barrett, yes," she sobs.
Her desperate cries make me lose drops of moisture and coax me to fucking ravish her like I mean it.
It's urgent, nasty and irreverent.
She grabs my head and pulls me deeper into her delicious pussy. It’s like she’s holding on for dear life.
It’s insanely sexy.
Suddenly, her body convulses, totally consumed by her orgasm.
Charlotte doesn’t disappoint.
My girl’s juices come flowing out like a river.
Wow.
I struggle to lap it all up, but I’d never dream of letting even one drop go to waste.
“Ahhh, God,” she exhales, opening her eyes. “What a great reminder,” she lets out in a feeble voice.
"I'm just getting started," I tell her, getting to my feet. “I’ll be right back."
"Where are you going?"
"I hid some lube in your bathroom when I got here earlier."
Her eyes widen in surprise. "Someone is cocky."
"I hoped and prayed that the evening would end like this, but had it not, you would've found an extra little surprise tomorrow mornin
g," I chuckle.
"That's funny. I’d have assumed that Julianne was playing a cruel joke on me."
"I can just imagine that conversation," I laugh. "Don’t move.”
A few seconds later, I'm back.
I drop the bottle on the mattress and get undressed.
I unbutton my shirt and slide it off my shoulders. I toss it far enough so that it lands on the chair. I bend over to shove my jeans and boxer briefs all the way to the floor until I step out of them. When I straighten back up, ten inches of eagerness greets her.
“My God, that thing is so huge, you’d think it grew by two or three inches since the last time I saw you."
"It's called extreme horniness."
"I can't complain that you didn’t warn me in advance."
"On your hands and knees," I order.
I don't have to repeat myself twice.
“What’s your safe word?”
Her head snaps back. “Shit, seriou—"
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“That’s not it.”
“You’re unleashed.”
"Does that really come as a surprise?" I pin her with a lustful gaze. “What’s your safe word?” I repeat.
“Monaco.”
"Don't be brave. Use it if you need it."
“Jesus, it’s going be one—"
"Yes, we’re going there tonight, kitten.”
"I wasn't joking about not killing your wife-to-be."
"You and I both know that my wife-to-be can take it." A wave of feral possessiveness washes over me as all the blood from my body rushes to my eager cock. "Eyes up front," I growl.
She’s still staring at me.
"Don’t make me wait any longer,” I warn.
She doesn't fight me this time.
I squat and press my teeth against her taut and supple ass and bite gently.
She jerks. “Ahhh.”
"I can't tell you how much I've missed your ass, kitten. I promise to take good care of it," I grunt as my balls tighten.
I spread her ass cheeks open with my hands and my mouth closes in as I tongue her.
She lets out a tiny sensual moan that drives me wild.
I slide my tongue between the crack of her ass before closing my lips right where her nerve endings meet.
“Mother of God,” she sobs.
Oh, yeah.
“Fuck, I love your mouth,” she gasps.
My impatience kicks into overdrive. I push my tongue inside her ass, invading that private part of her. I tease her hole, lapping ravenously at her like a starved man.
“You’re the only one,” she gasps.
I lift my head up. “Ditto, Charlotte.”
She turns her head around. “That’s—"
“Kitten,” I warn.
“I want our eyes to meet when I say this."
"Okay. Let's hear it.”
I brace myself, wondering what could possibly put that indiscernible expression on my girl’s face.
"I've never allowed another man to take my ass."
My eyebrows hit my forehead. "Never?"
She shakes her head vehemently. "Never. It was one of my definite deal breakers. My ass was off-limits and we had to use condoms. End of story. I would walk out—and I have plenty of times—if that was an issue…" She lets her words trail. “And it could never be at my place. A hotel or their place.” She lets out a little laugh. “I guess my forbidden spot and my heart were yours and no one else's."
I'm dumbfounded by her confession.
"I'm honored." For one of the rare instances in my life, I'm at a loss for words.
"Even when I thought there was no future for us, I still couldn't give that part of me to anyone else."
My possessive instinct is fueled by each one of her words.
"Those words humble me, Charlotte.”
"I wanted to tell you in Athens, but I didn't want to be that vulnerable to you."
“Can I make a confession?”
“Sure.”
“I’ve never fucked another woman’s ass but yours.”
“Really?” her eyes widen.
“You were dead set on trying it and when we did and you started enjoying it as much as I did, that was it. When you walked out of my life, I wasn’t sure if you’d ever come back, but I knew, I’d never enjoy taking a woman’s ass like I did yours. That kind of kink was too amazing to share,” I admit.
“God, Barrett,” she bats her eyelashes at me. “All this time, I thought you were fucking every ass in London.”
“What the hell do you take me for? My cock has standards!”
She laughs.
I do the same.
“Everyone around me kept telling me I was wrong—that you’d never do that. Everyone kept assuring me that you still loved me despite the drama you were swimming in and that I just needed to be patient, but I wouldn’t listen. I was stupid and jealous.”
"We don't have to hide anything from each other ever again," I say.
She shakes her head. "No more secrets."
"No more secrets," I repeat.
Without me having to ask, she shifts her eyes back to the wall.
Slap.
Her head spins around. “What was that for?”
“You broke a rule by withholding the truth from me. You waited too long to tell me I was the only man who had ever dominated your ass.”
“Puh-lease, Mr. Near-celibate and one-ass-lover.” She rolls her eyes. “Like you were up front with me.”
We both laugh.
“We’ve wasted enough time as is," I say. “My mouth is watering for your sweet ass, Mrs. Ascott-to-be.”
“Don’t let my banter stop you, Mr. Ascott,” she grins.
I resume toying with the part of her I cherish even more now.
I bring back my eager tongue against her asshole by lifting her firm little ass up.
“Oh, fuck.” She pushes herself against my mouth.
“Mmmm,” I moan.
I stroke her clit with my finger, rubbing gently as my tongue invades her. She's still dripping from coming her head off a few minutes ago. Her silky slickness drips to my arm as I tease her clit from behind.
“Damn, yeah,” she hisses, pushing her ass even more against my face. "More. Please, more."
When she begs like this, it's my undoing.
My tongue probes deeper, more voracious by the second. The more she squirms and sobs, the more punishing I am. I lick her with such urgency it blows my bloody mind.
I’m so incredibly turned on by the slick noise of my tongue against her moisture that a hedonistic wave washes over me and shakes me to the core. My cock is so hard it’s throbbing from the excitement of this naughty foreplay. I lap at her in long unhurried strides. It's filthy. It's depraved. It's debased. It’s exactly what I've been dying for.
“Shit," she hisses. “I'm nearly there. I'm bloody there,” she wails.
I halt all movements.
For the record, I could stay with my face nestled between her ass like this forever, but my cock would protest mightily. Relief between her cheeks is my only salvation.
"What are you doing?" she pants. “Don't stop."
"I already made you come once with my tongue. This time I want you to lose your bearings over my cock."
"The gloves come off and the dirty begins!"
I grin.
Since she's such a good little girl and her eyes are still fixed on the wall, I end up grinning at her ass.
"Something like that," I say, getting back to my feet.
I place my hands on her hips before pulling her closer to me. I grab the bottle of lube and squeeze a generous amount in my palm. Once I've tossed the bottle to the side, I coat my hungry cock, spreading the surplus between her cheeks.
“Ahhh,” she squirms.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Fuck me, please.”
“My pleasure.”
Slowly, I push inside her ass before forcing my way into her with a loud roar.
/> "Jesus!" she chokes, gripping the covers tightly as my hard cock fills her up.
Charlotte responds by clenching her ass cheeks together essentially trapping me inside the sweetest and warmest place on earth.
“Oh, fuck," I grunt.
She yanks her ass up higher, inviting me— No, begging me to give it to her with more fervor.
And I do.
She's trembling so hard under my assault I have to grip her hips tighter to avoid sliding out of her.
“Fuck, your ass feels so good right now. It’s a vice I’ll never be able to give up,” I grunt as I pound her deeper while I slide a hand up her body to cup her tit. "I bloody love your tight ass." My other hand clamps tightly to her hip.
“Harder,” she implores, wiggling her butt.
“Should I take it up a notch?”
She cranes her neck to look at me. Her lidded eyes bore into mine, holding the connection for a few long seconds before nodding her approval. She’s biting down against her lower lip so hard. At this rate, she’ll draw blood.
"You’re going to have to move further up the bed. I'm going to join you," I say before sliding out of her.
She does.
She also yanks her hips higher up pointing her ass to the ceiling.
"I'm ready, sailor."
I take a moment to admire the tempting sight I've longed for. Christ. It’s been too long.
"Rest against one side of your face so your shoulder touches the mattress. That will help with your balance.”
"O-okay."
She tries, but she struggles.
“Let me help.”
"Okay," she repeats.
I grip her ass cheeks and tilt her hips up until she’s in position. Her knees are still resting on the mattress for extra support. She’s now ready for me to unleash my passion all over her fine ass. I place my feet on the bed and stand up. I bend over, circle her hips with my hands and squat behind her. I align my cock with her hole and slide right back into her in one forceful thrust.
"Arghhh!” she cries out.
“Christ,” I growl.
“Oh, yeah, give me your fucking cock,” Charlotte grunts.
“Jesus,” I choke.
In this position, I can fuck her ass deeper with every thrust.
My low hanging balls slap against her clit each time I pump into her, sending me straight to Nirvana. Each hit sends a shockwave up my spine that shoots straight to my brain.
“Oh my God, I love this. Yes, Barrett. Yes.”
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