“I haven’t showered yet, Charlie,” I said. “I don’t know if this is a?—”
“You’re mine,” he growled, sprawling his hand across my stomach to keep me lying down. He fastened his mouth over my clit and flicked it over and over with his tongue, pushing me toward the edge. “Not his.”
“Charlie … Charlie, I … Charlie—oh my God!” I exclaimed, pleasure exploding through me. I dug my heels into the mattress and lifted my hips, the tension way more intense than anything I’d experienced. “Oh my God! Oh my God! You have to stop. It feels too good!”
Instead of stopping, Charlie double downed and shoved two fingers into my pussy, thrusting them in and out about as quickly as he had fucked me the other night. I curled my toes, my legs jerking up to my chest.
“Charlie!” I cried out, gripping his hand, my eyes closed. “Oh my God!”
While I had never had sex before Charlie, I’d had my fair share of guys eat me out, but nobody had even come close to this. I laced my free hand into his hair and tugged, the ecstacy rising higher inside me.
Most guys couldn’t even find the clit, but Charlie knew exactly how much pressure to put on it, the tempo, fucking everything. I closed my eyes and tried not to think about how he knew this—because he probably did this with every other girl, but I had never seen it on video.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he mumbled against my clit, finding my G-spot and starting to massage it with his fingers plunged deep inside me. He stared up my body from in between my legs. “Nobody else had better be tasting your pussy.”
“No,” I said in a breath. “Nobody.”
“Good,” he growled, pushing me higher. “Because it’s mine.”
“It’s yours!” I squeezed my eyes closed. “Now, please … don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t?—”
Fuck!
Pleasure pumping through my core, and my body began trembling uncontrollably. I squirmed in his hold, desperate to displace all this intensity coursing through my body, but Charlie kept his mouth on my clit and his fingers against my G-spot.
“You think I’m done with you?” he growled when I came down from my orgasm, slapping my clit and rubbing the sensitive bud even harder. He sat back on his knees and twirled me around onto my stomach. “Did you think I’d let you off by coming once?”
“Charlie,” I said in a daze, the pleasure still pumping through my body. “Charlie, I?—”
“You’re mine,” he said, movements becoming needier, more desperate as he peppered kisses up and down my shoulder and tugged off my clothes. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. You’re all fucking mine, Athie.”
He ruffled around with his pants behind me, tugging them down and pulling out his phone. My pussy tightened, nipples hardening against the pillow at the thought of him?—
He opened his streaming app and hovered his finger over Go Live?—
Oh God!
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll keep you all to myself,” he murmured, shoving himself inside me, his mouth against the crook of my neck and his words soft but hungry. “Tell me not to turn on this stream and show everyone that you’re mine. That you and this tight little cunt belong to me.”
Before I could stop myself, I tapped on the Go Live button myself because I wanted to show that girl Nadia that Charlie was mine and that I was his. I didn’t want her to see him again. And I especially didn’t want them to film together.
I wanted Charlie all to myself.
Suddenly, I saw myself on the screen, my red hair in my flushed face.
Charlie drew his nose up the column of my throat and stuffed his face into my hair, his mouth against my ear. “Look at you. So desperate to show the world who you belong to.”
He wrapped a hand around the front of my throat and pulled me off the bed slightly, pounding into me from behind. My tits bounced, but they definitely weren’t as nice as Nadia’s or anyone else he had slept with that his viewers probably?—
“You know what you’re going to do for me to make up for that lie earlier?” Charlie murmured into my ear. “Stop taking those pills. Toss them in the trash.”
“What pills?” I asked, the pressure building higher in anticipation.
“Your birth control.”
“My birth control?” I repeated, my heart racing, and suddenly, the awareness of the camera was gone. While hundreds of people were now watching, all I could think about was that Charlie had just said birth control! “You want me to …”
“Yes,” he said, leaning forward slightly so I came back down to rest on my belly. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and tugged back on it so I looked directly into the camera. “Tell them what you’re going to do,” he growled into my ear.
