She throws her arm around me, “That’s a good boy,” she teases.
With one strong thrust, she gasps, her cunt already strangling me, as if she didn’t get enough last night. She said she didn’t want a barrier between us, she wanted to feel everything, and I’m glad to give her what she wants.
“What was that? You want both?” I slowly pull out and tease with a slow pace. She tries to take over, wiggling her hips. “Tell me. What do you want, Charlotte?”
She muffles a moan, a fire in her eyes, she’s a feisty one in the morning. I need to do this more often. One more thrust, and she rethinks her answer. I don’t give it to her right away. “Be a good girl now, and tell this devil what you want.”
“Please,” she begs, as another thrust happens.
“I didn’t catch that.”
A whimper. There she is, “I want you to fuck me.”
I sit up on my knees, spreading her legs, my thumb caressing her clit. “And you’re gonna come,” she nods her head. I pinch her clit, and she almost comes right there.
“Say it.”
“I’m going to come.”
I go back to circling her clit as I slowly fuck her. “And why’s that.”
She bites her bottom lip, debating on her answer, but she knows the right answer. She can fight it, but she submits. “Because I’m yours.”
I pick up the pace and her body withers, “That’s right angel, and I’m yours. Now, I’m going to fuck this tight, needy pussy, sending you into a world of bliss. Then I’m going to fill her up with my cum.”
My words affect her, making her blush and hot, ready for the morning bliss. And that’s the promise I fulfill, a needed orgasm and a cup of hot coffee for her.
My brothers aren’t dumb they know exactly what happened last night and they know damn well to keep their mouth shut from her nephew.
“So when am I going to get my surprise?” I ask her as she’s sipping her coffee.
“What's the surprise?” Finn asks.
Charlotte clears her throat sitting down her coffee before she answers me. “I need to go find Memphis,” and the mischievous look in her eyes had me even more curious.
“Do we have to include the ball of sunshine,” I whine.
“Finn, sweetie go get my bag from Keola's room please,” she calls over to Finn and the scoundrel leaves without a sound.
She’s got something up her sleeve.
Finn reappears with her tote with the overnight items she had brought. My surprise was in there? Damn, maybe I should have snooped last night.
She turns to D.R, who’s mid-bite of a waffle and gives him a knowing look, “Go get golden boy before this one pops a vein.”
Now I'm nervous. I don't think she would do anything but part of me feels like I'm in the dog house. And I wasn't sure what I may have done.
Wait, I haven’t done anything. Every possible scenario runs through my head. I was out on runs the past week but I kept communicating with her.
I haven't broken any promises.
Finn hasn’t ratted me out for something that I taught him.
“Angel, if this is your way of giving me a punishment for something I didn't do, maybe tell me what I may have done,” there's a slight grovel in my voice. I look to Finn for some sort of comfort but he cocks his head as if he doesn't know.
Great, the kid doesn't even know either. Memphis comes around the corner with a big goofy grin on his face and his hair tied in a bun.
“Morning brother,” he says.
