[Warning: This chapter contains Graphic Mature Content]
"Wait," I gasped, tugging his hair.
Charles barely listened. He was too busy attacking the soaked walls deep within me. My fluid gushed out every time his fingers pulled back. He climbed over me, pressing his lips to mine again, his breathing as ragged as mine.
"Don't hold back," he whispered.
As if I could. I could barely answer, only moaning louder.
His rhythm grew faster, filthier.
"That's right," he murmured, watching my face with satisfaction. "Sing for me, my songbird. Come undone."
And so I did.
A raw moan tore from my throat. My neck arched, my head thrown back as the last thread of control snapped. My arms wrapped around his back, my nails digging into his skin as I clutched him, my body convulsing uncontrollably.
"Good girl," he whispered against my ear, his fingers still buried deep inside.
When I finally drifted down from the high, he eased out slowly.
In the hazy state of both alcohol and bliss, I watched him rise from the sofa, shedding his clothes piece by piece, his skin revealed, firm and sculpted. My gaze traveled from the defined lines on his chest, down the ridges of his abs, and lower. My eyes widened.
I'd only been with one man in the first twenty-two years of my life, but I could tell when a man's size was abnormally — impossibly — huge.
The man wasn't just born rich. He was born equipped with a lethal weapon. And right now, that weapon was fully loaded and ready.
"Like what you see?" he asked, smirking at my expression.
"Very." I smirked back.
He stepped closer, his machine gun thick and heavy, pointing right at me.
My entrance was still soaked. Maybe fitting that monster of a man's thing in shouldn't be that unbearable. But with the way Charles was looking at me right now, with the whites of his eyes already turning faintly red, I wouldn't be so confident.
He climbed over me again, one hand stroking his length, the other pinning my hips, holding me in place.
"Spread yourself for me," he commanded.
I couldn't help but obey.
The tip of his length touched my entrance, warm and hard. He teased the soft flesh outside, gathering some of the slick liquid still clinging there.
My heart hadn't even come down from the earlier high. It already started beating wildly again.
Without warning, he slid in.
A sharp moan escaped my lips. He captured them gently with his own, but the movement of his lower body was anything but gentle. The man was only beginning, and yet he was already going full speed.
"Wait... wait..." I gasped weakly between moans and under his kisses. "Slow down."
"I can't." The words rumbled from deep in his throat. "It's too good."
As if his insane speed wasn't enough, his hands slid up and seized my breasts, kneading and pulling at the tips.
I totally lost it. One orgasm after another crashed over me at the mercy of his thrusts. The hardness kept pressing against my walls. Even when he pushed all the way in, my inner self couldn't devour the entirety of his length.
Liquid wouldn't stop dripping out of me every time he pulled his full length out before thrusting it all the way in again. The way I moaned louder each time only seemed to turn him on. He did it again and again and again.
"Fuck," he groaned into my ear. "You feel too good. I can't stop."
I barely responded. My head had already started feeling light.
Thirty minutes and God knows how many positions later, Charles still showed no sign of coming or stopping. He only seemed to get more creative with the positions, lifting and carrying me around the flat. From the sofa to the kitchen counters, all the way to his own bed. By the nth time I felt his hard length entering me again, my consciousness had left me.
When I opened my eyes again, the room was filled with daylight.
My body felt wrecked, my throat dry. There was no strength left in my limbs. I was still completely naked, only wrapped in the thick white blanket.
I looked around. Charles was gone. I was alone.
Honestly, I felt relieved. If he'd still been around for some morning cuddling and asked for more, I might've murdered him on the spot.
I washed up, but then realized… I was already strangely clean. My clothes were folded neatly and hung up. When I put them on, they smelled fresh, like they'd just been washed.
When I checked my phone, there was a text from Charles:
"I've got a meeting in the morning. Call the restaurant and order anything you like for breakfast. I'll try to be back soon."
I'd never imagined Charles would be such a decent, thoughtful one-night stand partner. No wonder all those women before me came looking for him again. He basically handled everything — even after I'd dozed off before he got to finish his fun.
He did say he'd be back soon.
Hmm.
Better be gone before that happened.
I downed a large glass of water, trying to wake myself up, gathered my things, and slipped out of the flat.
Thinking back on the night before, even I was impressed by how daring I'd been. Going to his place, knowing exactly how it'd end. Opening up more than I should've. Learning more about him than I should've. Basically seducing him and initiating the whole thing myself.
Now that I'd had a taste of what it was like to get intimate without a proper relationship, I could see why Juho was into this sort of thing. The pleasure was insane, especially when the partner was that skilled. The aftermath, not so much. But the thrill of it all? That was fire.
The revelation about Antony was definitely the biggest shock. Who would've thought he and Charles were half-brothers?
Speaking of Antony... I suddenly realized I'd missed a class with him that morning.
I quickly rushed to the dance studio.