Epilogue
Six months later
“Trey, please. I’m going to be late again.” Charlotte gripped the back of the couch for dear life, grinding her pussy back onto Trey’s devilish mouth.
“Then stop wearing these damn heels around me.” No sooner were the words out of his lips, then he delved back to suck at her clit. He speared one finger deep into her channel, twisting it around to find that spot he’d memorized. “Don’t know if I need to thank Bekah or curse her for introducing you to these things. So, fucking hot.”
Charlotte whined, shifting back and forth on her feet, hoping to convince him to pick up the pace. Over the past few months, Bekah had introduced Charlotte to the wonderful world of stilettos, and Charlotte found they made her feel even sexier than the lingerie she and Trey would pick out together. Wearing them both together, and nothing else, often got this kind of reaction from Trey. So, she really should have known better than to parade around their apartment in nothing but a pink lace thong, matching bra, and silver four-inch heels while she ironed her clothes for the day.
The iron had barely warmed up when he pulled her away and bent her over the couch.
Trey slapped her ass, and Charlotte moaned in response. “You do this on purpose. Just love seeing your man act the caveman, don’t you?”
She couldn’t deny it. She did love this side of him. Since moving in together, Trey and Charlotte had spent quite a bit of time exploring each other’s sexual needs. Charlotte discovered she liked to be manhandled. And the best way to get him to the edge where he’d just take her roughly was to tease him. Turned out Charlotte was a great tease.
“Yes, I love it. Please, I need it, Trey.”
Another slap shook her ass. “I’ll give you what you need, sugar. But first I want my morning drink.” Trey spread her legs even farther apart, pushing the thin fabric of her panties to the side once again so he could access her wet sex. With a slow, methodical pace, Trey worked her body until she shook and nearly sobbed, begging for release. But he kept her there, right on the edge of stepping into the abyss.
Time lost all meaning, and Charlotte no longer cared how late she would be to pick Bekah up. She chanted pleas over and over again as he kept his pace, never wavering, never giving her that one little push to a screaming release.
“I should leave you like this. Just stop and not let you come. Let you walk around all day with this aching need between your legs.” Trey fucked her rough with two fingers, purposely brushing against her g-spot without giving it the direct attention she craved.
“No. Please, no.” Charlotte sobbed and pumped herself back onto his hand. “I know you won’t. You need it just as much as I do.”
Trey climbed to his feet. “Fuck, you’re right. Need this pussy milking my cock more than I need my next breath.” He notched the tip of his cock at her entrance, then gripped her hips in his rough hands and pulled her back, seating himself fully inside her. “Gonna make you scream until your voice is hoarse, so every damn one of those over-styled reporters you have to talk to knows your man fucked the ability to talk right out of you.”
If Charlotte hadn’t been teetering on the edge of an epic orgasm, she would have laughed. Trey had come to pick her up one day two months ago while she was chatting with Sean outside. He’d been jealous and possessive just seeing her talk to another moderately attractive man. As if anyone could compare to her big, rough firefighter.
But given the state she was in, the only sounds to make it out of her mouth were keening moans and screams.
Trey stood almost completely still behind her, only using the hold on her hips to move her up and down his giant cock. Jacking himself off using her body. Using her for his own pleasure and taking her along for the ride.
“Touch that sweet little button between your thighs, sugar. You want to come, you make yourself come, I’m too busy losing my ever-loving mind in your hot cunt.”
Obeying his orders, Charlotte skated her hand between her stomach and the back of the couch, finding her pulsing clit and giving it no more than a second’s worth of attention before a great fault line split her right in two, the climax pouring out of her in wails that would have the neighbors complaining. Again.
“Fuck yes. Love that pretty pussy weeping all over my cock. Soaking me in your sweet juices. I’m not going to let either of us clean up after. You’re going to walk around with my load dripping out of you all day, and your sweet cream is going to be soaking into my skin.”
Recovering slightly from her epic release, Charlotte pounded back against him, the slapping of their meeting flesh filling the apartment. She reached the hand that had playing between her legs up behind her. “Want my taste on your tongue too?”
He didn’t answer. Just sucked her covered digits into his mouth and slammed home. His cock swelled even more, triggering a smaller after shock orgasm in Charlotte, and roared as he spilled hot waves of his seed into her channel. Trey collapsed over her, pressing his hot body against hers, peppering open mouth kisses over the back of her neck and shoulders.
“God damn, I love you.”
“Love you, too, my caveman.” After a moment of blissful snuggling, Charlotte glanced up at the clock across the room. “Shit. Bekah is going to kill me.”
Trey chuckled, reluctantly pulling his spent cock from her. They both gasped at the loss, but Charlotte didn’t linger any longer. Readjusting her underwear, she grabbed the dress she’d been ironing, threw it on and braided her hair as she ran for the door.
“Call you later. Be safe. Love you.” She called over her shoulder as she threw the door open.
“See you later, sugar.”
***
“Oh, come on. You aren’t really mad at me, are you?”
In a completely un-Bekah like move, her friend had been silently pouting in the passenger seat the whole ride to the airport.
